M - Storm's Delight
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Date: May 19th, 2012

Setting: Evan'ule's Reserve

Time: Afternoon

Character Form: Optime
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The rain on his back was a cold distraction in this time of pain. An obsidian body pushed into a clear field and looked agitatedly up at the heavens from under his brow. A distraction he didn’t exactly welcome. The pain he felt wasn’t whole emotional. He was mostly at peace with his current situation. Every breath caused him physical and intense discomfort. So much of it filled him that the pain tolerant and combat hardened body had taken to a slightly hunched forward stance, cradling his wounded frame with his left arm. Now the weather had his dark coat the few newly added trophies about his regular straps and sheaths completely drenched. Had the recent days not been joyful, his mood would have been soured.

As it was, the low rumbles of thunder and cold rain were not a terrible displeasure. It was definitely not as bad as the sound of breaking bone. This still echoed clearly from his last attempt at shifting. Only a day or two before hand, the Alaskan had decided to go from his halfing form to this bipedal one in the favor of training his balance. Since scouting the land and dealing with its members, his training had fallen by the wayside. Perhaps he should have taken the painful cues to avoid the straining act of shifting on injured bone, but he had gritted his teeth through it more than once before. It must have been those other shifts that weakened him to the point of fracturing his ribs. Luckily he had been alone during the incident so no one had seen him writhe in pain or heard his unchecked whines.

He was out now trying to test this new injury today. Those had been his plans. But the pain was a constant reminder of his limitations. And the cold was just another deterrent from pushing himself. The optime would just keep looking until he found the right place…



Jaden does. Jaden speaks. Jaden thinks.

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Everything burned. Everywhere itched. As if all the nerves in her body decided to spark at the same and make her their plaything, she was physically tormented down to the bone. Though this wasn’t her first time forced to endure this brand of torture, it was still less than pleasant. And each time she could understand why her Shepard had encouraged an outlet during these times; there was just so much energy and anger to expel! And try as she may to find a substitute for an opponent, it was just not enough as sparring another living being. There was no challenge, no fire; just a rooted obstacle that took whatever punishment she dealt and never returned it. So dull and unsatisfying. A cursed kind of masturbation with nothing close to the release she desired. All she had were worn and dulled claws and bloodied and aching paws.

Her bitter mood still followed after yet another would-be attempt to douse the growing fire. Even the rain did nothing to reduce the blaze despite its chilling pummel to her heated frame. She only grew more angry, irrationally so, that she was made to find shelter from the downpour rather than find a fix for her instinctual problem. She hurried across the valley as best as she was able, weighed down by drenched fur and locks and the fox fur fashioned to her shoulder. Thankfully her many trophies were left behind at the den, less she wanted something else to be upset over; her prized possessions damaged by the rain.

The fixed stones that marked the borders of the reserve came into view and in desperate stride she raced for them. As if to thwart her advance for shelter, the sky further opened and the rain came down harder making it difficult to make her way toward a vacant recess on the hunters’ grounds. But she would not be bested by the elements. With a triumphant yip she slid into the opening of the carved out den lined in furs and bones and smelling heavily of meat. It wasn’t the ideal place to escape the rain, but it was certainly better than enduring the painful shower.

Shaking herself dry, she made herself comfortable on a pile of furs gathered near the front of the den. There was nothing else she could do now save for wait out the rain. But by the look of the clouds she could see from the entrance, it did not look to let up anytime soon…



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The right place was never found. After a few minutes more of wandering about in the rain, Jaden gave into his discomfort and decided it was useless. His body would be challenged the next day... if the weather let up. Hopefully the pain in him would dull with to healing powers of time. With the thought, he decided that maybe a few days wait would be more sensible.

With no will to stay in the rain any longer the injured wolf began to wonder around the reserve in search of a place to take shelter. He knew of the den where they kept supplies, as he had added to it himself, but it was a fair distance away. It would be much easier to find a thick tree to sit under or other woodland shelter on the way.

His blue eyes wondered about the natural scenery around him and he scented the air every so often. He was looking for the mark of his packmates. It was a habit as of late. It interested him to know who of their group was out and about on the land. To his dismay, there weren’t any extremely fresh scents to be found. It got him wondering what the others might be doing at that moment while he was strolling through the rain. No doubt most had sensibly found shelter from the storm.

The cache found his occupied mind faster then it would have had he been concentrating alone on finding the dry area. He could smell a fresh scent now and it was none other but his dear friend X’yrin. The rain had dampened the heavy scent that accompanied her otherwise light feminine odor and he was only just begging to pick it out of the soggy earth when he crossed the threshold into the den.

It was overpowering. The smell of her was so blatantly saturated into the small space. It warmed him in ways her simple scent usually didn’t. He froze and let out a shallow huff after he took in a deep breath of it. He found her lounging on a pile of furs and managed a warm smile, not fully able to hide the interest it sparked behind the eyes that wondered over her finely shaped frame. My friend, It is nice to see you, He stood a bit tall, having let his cradling arm drop upon entering to her scent. If there was anything he wanted to appear as right then, it wasn’t weak or wounded.



Jaden does. Jaden speaks. Jaden thinks.

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The air coupled with the condensation from her thick pelt and the warmth emanating from her body heat lulled the female into a kind of doze; awake but not truly, aware of what stirred around her but far away in mind that she perceived these happenings to be part of her dreamlike state. A kind of ease had been found just long enough for the heat stricken female to calm, allowing that senseless build-up of anger to dissipate. Her wrecked mind drifted away… and for a moment she had slipped into a state of limbo where everything was and wasn’t, existing at the same moment yet was not real just the same.

And to her subtly quivering nose, the scent that drew nearer had fallen into the existing realm and stirred her from her daze. The subdued heat of the internal fire had returned to its full ferocity as gold perceived blue and instinct reigned supreme. Her lips peeled back not in aggression but in warning, conveying a delicate and severe condition that plagued the she-wolf… and the consequences that would undoubtedly follow. And it was his one and only warning. For once her terrible smile was replaced with a soft turn of her lips, such a devilish snarl could hardly have been said to have happened at all.

“Always a pleasure to see you as well,” she replied smoothly while carefully rising by her front pressed against the pile of furs. Feeling the lingering wetness still clinging to her pelt, she shook out her head and mane once more. “Although… had we shared a den, we wouldn’t only look to each other in passing,” rather uncharacteristic of the somewhat docile woman, she rounded her shoulders with a bitter play on her maw, forcing an end to the hold of gaze. “But that is only a thought of observation.” Soundly, she seated herself at the base of the pile, passively pawing at the well kept furs to fall around in a kind of nest. Only occasionally would she peek from beneath her bangs to see if her companion still stayed, standing strong upon two legs though four was what she would have rather seen. “If you wish to come further in to escape the rain, my friend… you will have to change.” Absently she waved her paw at the interior but kept her eyes on the furs. “Keeping that body would only make it crampt… less you know this, and imply that I adopt a body like yours?”



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Her lovely, sweetly plagued body need not give warning for what he and his instincts already knew. The expression of this warning did take him off guard though it didn’t show in his cool eye. This wasn’t the first time hormones had threatened to make easy prey out of the obsidian wolf. That is how he thought of it at least: threatened, as if he wasn’t already a willing subject to their manipulation. Already the wish for dominance uttered simple whispers that urged him to show off his strength, make himself something more desirable than he was just standing in the mouth of the den with hungry eyes. But he ignored them. There was no room or medium to show off anything to his companion. There was no true need to either.

Sharing a den with her had not been something absent in his mind. Ever since their confession of love, he had wondered if he should get closer. But she wasn’t the only wolf who had claim over his heart. Thana shared his love… to an extent. Though they had so much in common and that she had already crossed an intimate threshold yet untouched by the golden woman before him, that was about all they had. It almost seemed like a hurried love in comparison to the sweet and developed feelings he had for his fellow leader. It was enough though, enough that he knew he couldn’t crush the dark coated woman by admitting his love to be stronger for another. It wasn’t in his heart to abandon her and her young friend.

These conflicted feelings had kept him from suggesting anything of the sort. He didn’t overlook the implications her words had now, though. They excited his heart just as she shook herself and thickened their tight space with her scent. Indeed, was all he could answer to these words. It was all his occupied mind cared to craft. As she continued he only became less sure of what he should answer as her soothing voice became openly suggestive. The male suddenly found himself wishing away his injury, not to escape the discomfort as per usual, but so he would have an easy escape from her tantalizing offer of a shared, “cramped” space. He was already slightly stooping in the generously dug entrance to the den, but it narrowed rather quickly. He would have to find his knees in order to venture into its depths and even then would have little room to maneuver.

Shifting with the broken bone in him was too painful to attempt even for the sake of this situation. He found the den’s far wall, if the minute distance could be called far at all, and sank himself slowly and gently against it. I cannot shift, he replied simply from his new seated position, but, if you would prefer, I can find a less cramped place to escape the rain...?




Jaden does. Jaden speaks. Jaden thinks.

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Accommodation was not a method she was keen to take at this present time though what remained of her civilized mind kindly bid that she do so. Had that part of her adopted a physical form she would have snapped at it for defying her own desires by even suggesting that she be more hospitable to her fellow Alpha. The Issor and Issum were of equal rank and as far as she cared to recall, it was she had had the upper paw over him as far as their claim of each other extended. He was being generous in not ordering him to change to a more suitable body.

But this aside, she took his confession with a curious knot of her brow then in some manner of disappointment, turned her head from him. “And why cant you?” she inquired softly, as kindly as her voice would allow when ravaged by the highs and lows of hormonal turmoil. Despite her disappointment, she accommodated him by relinquishing the unnecessary bulk of her halfling body and took on the sleeker, nor dexterous of the three blessed garbs. The transformation was sound, more so as delicate whines parted her lips with the change of her interior as well as exterior. Her nerves became excited, dancing wildly as adrenaline coursed the dizzying length of veins time and again, increasing her already rampant heartbeat til her maw parted further and she was forced to breath the close air through it.

The change settled and though she was shrouded from head to calloused toes in curtains of vibrant autumn hues, she felt terribly exposed… vulnerable as the feral mind was forcibly pushed aside and overtaken by the more cultured. In the midst of her change, she had heard his offer to leave and find another place. She knew the offer was empty, just as she knew that inevitably the sun would set and night would overcome the land. She knew. But none the less her body responded desperately, inching her forward on its own accord to slip shyly between her companion’s legs, tail and all swaying lazily in drunken sweeps. “You needn’t do that…” she whimpered with ears laid flat and expression sorrowful as she slipped her muzzle beneath his jaw then softly caressed along the curvature of his neck. “You are already here… there is no reason for you to leave,” she breathed into the soft fur of his neck. “Unless you do not wish to share this place with me…”



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What had he meant by his question? He had no desire to leave his beloved companion. Maybe it was to put her on the defensive, to somehow combat the power she had on his persuadable male mind. But what good did it do? He watched her shift and admired the form that would fit nicely against his. Her expression showed just as much displeasure as he expected. She then made her way over to him and he smiled at her approach, not expecting just how close she planned on getting. Her presence between his legs was enough to press his back against the wall of the cave. She continued up until they were nearly pressed against each other. He drew up one leg and let his thigh it caress her warmth whilst his heart felt like it had jumped into his throat.

His pain was not forgotten in this moment as he was reminded of it by every second X’yrin spent in her accommodating form. With a sure grasp he caught her paw before it could wrap around his injured side.There is no where I’d rather be than right here, with you, but you must be gentle. I cannot shift because I am broken. He took her paw and set it softly against his injured ribs so she could feel the swollen deformation where muscle and bone regularly resided. He sighed, ready for the discomfort that would come from her contact and held her paw encouragingly. His other arm wrapped itself around her back and pressed her golden form closer for the comfort her warmth offered.




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“… nowhere you’d rather be…” the words fell from her maw in a whisper caught by the subtle curls of his fur before her melodious voice reached his ears. A whine about sounded in place of true words as she found his truth in contrast with how they currently resided. Her, tending to the two pups she had adopted as her own… and him, sharing a space with the female Thana and her kin. It did not look at all as if there was no other place than with her when it was plain for her needful eyes to see that he was bound elsewhere. By obligation, camaraderie, or dare she think it… love, he had found himself a place elsewhere that kept them, save for these treasured moments, at arm’s length. Fondly, she stroked the length of his neck as she slipped further into his damp fur. “You are a liar…” she accused, but hardly paid attention to her own words as she was lost again to his alluring scent.

But he was broken, he had confessed, earning a disappointed whine from her quivering maw. Broken meant there would be no challenge in him, no fire… Broken meant he would be the same as they had been during their bout in the Wentworth. With a lazy tilt of her head she watched as her paw was taken and placed against the welting wound. Gentle, was his instruction, while her mind instead screamed pain… dominance… and more of it. How could any male present himself like this; the once subdued voice of the feral mind slipped through, latching onto her taxed mind and ruling her actions from henceforth. And as she was pulled into him, her hackles raised and teeth were unsheathed in only a display of defiance but no action. Despite her show, she was quite compliant in following his direction. To better accommodate his seated form, she split her legs apart to encircle both thighs and waist while bracing a vacant paw against the wall behind him.

Still her taken paw remained pressed against the freshly reformed wound with eager digits digging into and feeling the swell beneath the fur and flesh. It was a kind of punishment, a little reminder he was sure to elicit pain from. “…you should not be broken like this…” Carefully she leaned into her companion to place the tip of her muzzle to his. The subtle tilt of her head encouraged the loose locks to flow freely around them, creating a veil that even the sight and sound of the weather outside was useless to penetrate. “…how am I to fix you…?”



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A liar. The words stung worse than the wound in his chest and unearthed an even greater pain, one that wasn’t physical but only existed within cool depths of his eyes. He could not see it in her but her voice told of the unspoken pain it brought her to know he had feelings for another. He had foreseen this, knowing he could not have the love of two with both in good conscience. Why had this happened the way it did? He had not chosen to love both in the same moments of life, but he could not undo what was now done. To do so would mean shredding a heart given to him and soiling the trust love granted. For more than a year he had gone without love, without feelings like he did now. It was such cruel irony.

And he wasn’t only hurting one of the women he loved either. He could see it in Thana’s good eye every time X’yrin showed him affection. There was a deep seated jealousy spawning from a fear he understood in the darker woman. She had already witnessed and lost this struggle of a beloved with another. She didn’t want to lose him. There was an unacknowledged realization in him that if she found out about the love he had for X’yrin, she might be crushed. He didn’t want to lose her either.

So he would love in secret and hurt the beloved golden woman on top of him now, or love outright and hurt the other. He suddenly felt selfish for this choice to be left to him. But X’yrin seemed entirely uninterested in even her meaningfully painful words as she pressed against him. Had her muzzle not been buried in his neck she would have seen it. But her disregard for the pain he though it caused her was a deterrent for him to feel anything but her either in that moment. Her breath was warm on his neck and having her so close made the power of her hormones as they beckoned, inescapable. Until that moment, he’d had all of himself concentrated on emotions that came with thought and meaningful feeling. Now that was melting away rather quickly, replaced by the beast in him that only the golden woman seemed to be able to conjure.

It started with her disregard for the words of cultured minds and intensified with the feral expression she wore upon feeling his weakness. The beast scolded him angrily for revealing it and cared little for the petty trust he had for the other. He fought back, trying to assure himself that there was no need for this. Both minds were distracted when the women chose to shift her position, leaving the whole of her that instinct prized perfectly placed over his hips. A complacent growl rumbled from him and his free hand found its way down to the firm muscle under her tail, running his claws through the fur so they might softly graze warm flesh.

Both sound and movement came to a sudden halt with firm pain. His previously deep and generous breaths winced into shallow and quick bouts of air. The claw that had guided hers to that point in trust now took firm hold of her wrist in defense, unable to pull it away for fear of further and far more intense pain should she give a more than firm push to his injury. The free hand which had been teasing her fur before sunk lower onto the back of her thigh and dug its claws into flesh. A sort of counter measure. But, even if he pierced the warm skin and drew her sweet blood, she still had more power with broken bone under her manipulation. As she fingered the mostly healed scratches let by her last claim to him, his expression turned fierce and the white teeth under his obsidian lips showed their slim and razor sharp edges in defiance of her rule.

His growling stopped when the veil of red fell around them. All was suddenly quiet and made the dark words of his female companion seem to radiate from every direction. The labored shallowness of his breath filled the silence for a moment. Then he purposefully pressed into her unforgiving claws and dealt with the pain by only clenched teeth. It was to deny the power she had, to challenge the dominance she now took over him as the beast demanded. His burning blues bore into her amber with a soft growl, How are you to even try?




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Her word had been cruel but was never the less true. He may not have been a liar at heart, but instinct and the present circumstance made him one, however unintentional. X’yrin wanted for them to share their home together and have that small family within their growing, grander one. She wanted to share the first light each day and know that her waking eyes would find him there awaiting her adorations… her love. There was no place she’d rather be than standing beside him. But his heart had been taken well before these thoughts of love at last came to the surface. And despite her wants or his feelings, it was not hers to have.

But her will was too strong to simply forfeit his heart when even a sliver of a chance remained. If she could not solely have his heart, then she could restate her claim over him and let it be known that he was hers… and only hers. Smiling, she pressed her digits firming into the welting wounds but swiftly recoiled by the touch he placed on her. An electric chill coursed the length of her spine, sending her tail into mad sweeps of lost control. But with what she managed to gather was made to lift the lush appendage by its base welcoming what further pleasures he could incite from the warm, wet flesh. She refrained from the mewls of desire reluctant to let his ears have their reward when he was still to be punished for his weakness.

A kind of pleasure was found in pain as she shared a fine gasp of delight as his claws sank beneath the fur and flesh of her thigh. Her prior disappointment ebbed away with every throb of pain and a smile adorned with glistening fangs and wicked, sweeping tongue took its place. Despite his damaged form… he could still be defiant; a desirable quality. One that added considerable fuel to this dangerous fire of passion threatening to ignite them both at any given moment. But if he could handle pain inflicted upon himself, then perhaps he could take a bit more. It seemed a legitimate, rational reason…. But then any thought that came to mind now would be seen as the correct course, however wrong or damaging it would be.

Against the desire to draw deeper into him and feel his warmth slip within her awaiting folds, the golden female withdrew just enough to return to her knees. The arm braced against the den wall slipped soundlessly to his shoulder, while the other pressed harder still into his wounds threatening to tear into the healing flesh and let his precious blood. And then she attacked, snapping her jaws around his muzzle to guide him down onto the pile of fur now strung in disarray. In a seamless motion, she took advantage of his weakened state and reclaimed his broken body between her legs by firmly grounding her hips into his to hold him still. It was with an affirming growl of her dominance that she released his muzzle and tenderly kissed both nose and lips. He should know better than to perform such displays against one that held more power…

“I will break you again…” she whispered, her tender maw then slipped to rest along the curve of his neck. “I will break you again… then reset the wound myself.”



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Thoughts of what he should or shouldn’t do easily escaped the mind so full of different things. Lust clouded his judgment, pain clouded his senses, and an instinctual desire to dominate as the Alpha male gave him bit of strength over both. He watched her through eyes that burned with all of this. Their private chamber rumbled with his discomfort while he continued to fight her, pressing forward as she pressed harder into him. The sharp grip on the back of her soft thigh tightened until he felt the warmth of her crimson welling onto the tips of his gingers. He couldn’t even smell it. The usual coppery odder was completely overpowered by her heated scent. The pain was intense now, so much that he didn’t breathe. His eyes narrowed and sharp grimace grew sharper as more teeth showed their own share of defiance to her. But he needed to breathe. Only so long could he stay with stilled lung.

When his head started to swim, he gave in. His back met the ruff den wall as he let his grasp fail and tried to escape her pressure uselessly. It was then that she took his muzzle in hers and guided him down. He didn’t fight, too busy with trying to get air into his lungs with shallow gasps. Even when his head cleared enough to fight, he didn’t struggle. Her sharp teeth pressing into his muzzle were an unnecessary reminder of his predicament. His break ached with lingering pain from her abuse of it.

He waited in that humbled position but did not feel humiliation under her. The beast had been subdued through pain. It hid in him and nursed his wounded pride sourly but left resistance up to the male’s mind alone. He didn’t want to resist. Her grinding was only an excitement that had him ready for so much more. But he didn’t move. He stayed still and let her lead. Defeat stung again under her trained body and he had warming thoughts of how to take his revenge once he was able, but there was no longer a reason to fight on this rainy day. She was so warm. His grip had found her back and he held her gently but was continuously still. To her words he offered a submissive growl. If she took him now it would be by her choice. There was no way to deny it even if want to do so existed in him.





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He was all hers to have. Sitting on top of his submissive body she felt like a true Alpha Queen upon her throne, laying claim to her subject which happened to be her equal in rank. It was such an uncharacteristic quality of the usually modest and docile female that the change both excited and frightened her in the same instance. It frightened her that she truly enjoyed having her way with another this weak and helpless between her excitably quivering thighs, but it was a tantalizing feeling just the same. She moaned softly with tail lashing, repeatedly striking the leg of her prize as she laid siege to him. The fingers atop his wound pressed harder still, rewarding him with the same kind of pain he caused her as blood finely trickled from the both of them.

She hissed from not the physical, but an internal pain as the burn of need enveloped her insides and that dreadful heat left her breathless and agonized. She wanted…no, she needed it doused before his wounded body became a mess of bloodied scraps and torn flesh by her senseless, savage nature coming to surface. But he was broken… and worse still, not only hers. Against the primal mind wanting to forget this detail, she could not discard this fact regardless of how crazed her mind became. Regardless of how her body burned for him and how badly she wanted to cement that intimate bond between them.

A subdued rage caused her body to tremble as she raised her head from its comfortable recess, veiling the pair of them again in a shroud of red as the lengthy mass slipped freely from her shoulders. With care, she withdrew her abrasive hand from his side and let it trail down the length of his arm to take hold of his hand. “It is a shame…” she whispered seemingly without reason or cause… but the purpose for such words came to light as she carefully guided his hand to her raised and welcoming backside. With digits intertwined she guided his calloused pads across the slick entrance of what could have been his. Such a cruel torture given their love for each other and their apparent want to be… “…it really is.”Her lips formed into a bitter pout, nearly tremble as if she would burst crying at any moment. If she was to suffer this torture she would be damned if she did so alone.




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It was a strange combination. Pain and pleasure fought to take his attention but neither held place for long. His nerves were on fire. Every time she rubbed against him it was a tease to his stiff appendage. He could feel her just out of reach and it filled him with lust and pleasure while her bitter grasp instilled a constant pain in his chest that kept him still and grounded. Why she continued to remind him of her dominance was unclear and cruel. He had submitted to her mount. He wanted his alphess to enjoy what stuck hard between his thighs for her, even after the feral humbling she had given him. His inability to do become excited the same way was burning in him. It was a quiet annoyance that was stoked into a flame of anger and rekindled defiance by every moment of pain he felt.

But he was still helpless under both the pressure of her teasing body and vicious claw. He felt his flesh break and knew blood would flow but could not completely feel it. The whole area there had taken to a blunt but intense pain that felt nearly nothing else. He payed no attention to her upper body as the veil fell around him. Only when she chose to relinquish his pain did he see her and feel that she had not let up only her paw but her desired hindquarters as well. Then the words he had no meaning for tumbled forth. What was a shame? That she teased so cruelly, indeed was a shame but that isn't what her voice entailed. Was it that he no longer fought back? His mind had narrowed with pain and lust to blocked out everything but the golden form that dominated him.

Then he felt her oddly gentle grasp on his paw as she guided it lower. Their intertwined hands brushed over her warmth and he felt a tremor of desire prickle down his spine with the wet sensation. His body pressed against the form above it in order to reach her more easily while he firmly rubbed into her moist rejoin. This also blocked his unguarded injury from further manipulation. He wrapped his free arm around her with a squeeze and pressed his claw gently into her back. He tried to slowly position his muzzle near her throat as he came closer to speak. These were preparations to take the dominance from her in the guise of a passionate embrace, but he wanted to know before trying. His voice hid the aggressive heart beating in his chest and sounded pleading, full of desire and a disappointment that came through in his short breaths, What—What is such a shame?






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Dare she admit there was a sliver of regret for how she led this dance of theirs along with only a minute chance of completion. Yet they craved the climax of this deliciously built tension; she could hear it in his voice and feel it building within herself clawing for release. If her civil mind would just cease its repetitive banging against the cages of her conscience they could have each other and be whole. The Alpha Queen could have her King and she would reward him with letting him have his way with her. Weakness aside, he had earned this right, braving against the pain she caused him and showing her the defiant fire that still resided within him.

But a shame her conscience spoke so loudly… and a shame that their circumstances were not as simple as they wished it to be. Yet, if a wish could not come true, then perhaps they could pretend. As his arm slipped around her, she again lowered herself on top of him. With considerable resistance, she left his fleshed appendage be though her receptive loins salivated eagerly to take the whole of him in. The breath of his nearing muzzle compelled her own to tip back a little, baring her throat in a gesture of acceptance regardless of how she remained the dominant on top. Her ears flicked toward to his breathless question but her mind was not readily available to answer. Still she tortured herself with how she wished for life to be made simple, for there to be no other than them and play the roles accordingly without consequence or regret.

“…that I…”, she gasped while continuing to guide his hand beneath the base of her tail. And as she was taken by these ministrations and a wave of true feeling enveloped her, from nose to tail leaving no sensation unmarked in between, she could no longer find a reason to resist. “…I want you for myself,” she confessed, prolonging what control was left before treading across a threshold there was no turning back from. “…but I cannot have you. Unless…. I am mistaken.” Desperately she cling to their interlaced grip further delving the tip of an obsidian claw into her warm recesses. But such desperateness for reply was only seen within her eyes as she peered into his clouded blues, begging that there was validity in her final claim. “Please… tell me that I’m mistaken.”




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What had been hot lust and burning desire seemed to be plain in comparison to what he felt once his claws began to pleasure the body on top of him. He even delayed his plans to overthrow her just to listen to the labored breathing he caused. The gasps as his touch pressed deeper into her with more force had him shifting to get even more into her. It was only with control that he was able to stay his claws carefully and not shred any part of her damp flesh.

Words were a burden. More and more he realized this as they distracted from her yet-to-be-claimed body. But he couldn’t ignore them despite the many wishes he could. He continued to pleasure her for a long moment even after her question. In truth, he was trying to block it out. He had heard the words but refused to let them render meaning. The futile act didn’t last long. An agitated growl met her throat as he finally closed his jaws around the warm fur. He then rolled toward her unsupported side, the claw that should have held her busy with his, and switched their positions. Once he claimed his position on top of her, on last wave of lust was marked with another soft growl. He pushed his claw deeply into her and tried desperately to convince his wounded heart to take what should be his. But the innocent words rested coldly on his desire.

He withdrew both jaws and claw from her and buried his muzzle into the wonderfully scented mane that flowed around her as his heart ached painfully. She had admitted what the man feared. It hurt her that he loved another. He was shaming her for having a relationship with Thana and still trying for this. It felt like he had broke his vow as a protector in bringing a pain that would be absent if he was too. But what could he say? Had he expected her to just accept another claiming him without contest? A gentle and quiet whine escaped him with all of the disappointment, not just for the fact that he would likely not have her this day but also for his deplorable actions, dissolved heavily in it. He couldn’t bring himself to answer her question. The words simply didn’t exist. He settled for assuring this body that he had heavy feelings, even though he couldn’t tell her she was his one and only. With a shame laden voice, he spoke softly into her ear, I love you so much, X’yrin... I'm sorry.



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She had forsaken the way of her forebears by allowing herself to speak. And though she felt the need was dire, when a gesture alone was not enough to convey the complexities of a thought, still… she wished she hadn’t pleaded for an answer and left their world in silence.

The lust-driven madness began to subside without the climactic end her body craved for. Still her senses remained on high, in-tuned to the pleasurable touches it received in these sinful acts against another’s knowledge. She harbored no guilt, but her conscience demanded she feel something of it. Right or wrong were words made by the circumstances and when only the feelings of ecstasy ravaged her awaiting form, she could make sense of neither of them. Warm breath enveloped her throat and resistance melted away as his treacherous fangs latched onto their prize in a hold of dominance. She hoped for the answer in his actions as she followed willingly the change of their positions and allowed the Alpha to have his reward. Defying his touch was the last notion on her mind, and with a long, wanting groan she welcomed his play, his advance over her writhing form. He wanted her like this… he wanted her as his own and she could… she would gladly give without contest.

Yet the anticipations were high for just a moment before they too ebbed away with the withdrawal of his jaws and with his gentle whine sounding in her ears, their intimate world comprised of their unyielding love and passion came to an untimely end. It was not with anger that she acknowledged this, but with a hurt that only her feral nature could amplify to something other than it needed to be. It was the rejection of one Alpha upon another, that spoke in grandiose volumes that she was not what he desired. And yet her yet knew this was not the case. A word alone could not confirm this, but she knew it just as she knew that at the end of every day, the sun would inevitably rise in the morrow and trusted it wholeheartedly.

Her arms wound gently around him in comfort, solidifying that her love for him still remained. The smile upon her muzzle was slight at best, more for her sake than his but worn with a kind of pain she had seen upon her Shepard’s lips upon the day of her leave. Hopeful, but understanding. A smile of loss laden with the hope of return…

“It is alright,” a capable liar she had never believed herself to be til now, for though she uttered the words she could not bring herself to believe them. But there was a truth she could never stain with a lie, regardless of the front she placed to be strong in the face of hurt. “I love you, Jaden… you, and only you. Nothing will change that.”




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Her heat was still potent against him and in the air. It pushed into him and tried to draw out the dissolved lust, relight the fire that had been smothered with other emotions. But it was impossible. Deep down a thought sparked to life, a desire to be a different type of person. A less morally conscious man could have played off his love’s pain for that moment of passion and taken what should be his as her Alpha and given less than what she deserved as his. That man would have lied. Then he would have sought out the other who wished to hold his love and given similar words of comfort only to take what he wanted from her heart too. But that wasn’t him and he condemned himself even further or that flicker of desire.

Loving arms wrapped around him in comfort and nursed his wounded heart a little. He slid his arms under her back gently and brushed his jaw against hers. He truly did love her with all of his heart. That he had feelings for another didn’t change it. The organ itself was blind to these questions of morality and the desires of the mind to have a one and only. It was ignorant to the pain it now brought upon itself and stubbornly resisted any though Jaden had of resolution to this problem he now faced. The sweet words his love uttered there in his embrace hurt him more because he couldn’t tell her the same. He couldn’t give her the devotion she deserved.

The shamed and conflicted wolf pulled himself from her but paused. His eyes found the gold of hers before he offered a sweet kiss. He then pulled up and off of her, feeling that he was more deserving of the cold dirt. But it wasn’t far enough. Not when she was so ready to receive what he couldn’t give. So he stood and found the den’s entrance. He looked back at his friend with somber eyes, I should go, he said softly. Then he slipped back into the rain before she could protest. It was cold on his hot and still mildly excited body but he couldn’t stay. Enough damage had been done to the woman, he was sure, even though her words said differently. Staying wouldn’t help either of them at this point. So Jaden wandered aimlessly through the thunder and falling sky, aware for the first time that he might have a terrible choice to make.



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