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Draugr Helsi · 07-25-2012, 01:37 AM

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Draugr wasn't even certain what she was asking him to do. She had only ever seen courtship between Luperci. While it was one thing to see animals at their play, she suspected it would be entirely different with this two-legged form. The thought of coupling as horses and sheep did disturbed her deeply, and she was glad of their Optime forms and hands. Her pale eyes watched him approached, but she did not step forward to approach. Instead, she let him come to her, as she'd asked.

He pressed his muzzle to hers. The tremble this evoked surprised her; she put her hands on the sharp jut of his hips almost reflexively. They felt as though they belonged there, however, and she became aware of his touch in the same moment. The wolfdog squirmed under even the feeling of his hands on her shoulders. Her body arched toward the paler canine as his hands explored lower.

She released her surprisingly tight grip and moved her hands at his noise. One crept between his legs while the other slid up to his chest. She liked that noise, and wanted to hear its like again. While the silver-tipped hybrid had no experience, she had explored her own body, and thought a man must bear some similarity to a woman. The hard, warm thing she found surprised her, but not unpleasantly so. She shimmied closer to him and pressed her mouth harder against his.

Max Klein · 07-25-2012, 01:50 AM

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Sex was still unexplored territory to him, but there was talk, as there always was talk, and instinct as well. The primal desires—food, shelter, sex—were things he understood. How one went about doing such a thing was yet a mystery, but he felt good and supposed that was all that mattered.

One hand touched his chest, small, soft. He liked the sensation. He thrust forward, body betraying him, as her hand touched the firm length of his cock. This touch was different; it was firm, unsure, but sensual none the less. A rumbling growl escaped him now, demanding, wanting. One of his own hands dropped to mirror her own. While he knew what a woman was like down there (through talk, at least) the warm dampness of her fur startled him. His fingers pressed against her, rubbed at the slit between her legs, and then tentatively pushed knuckle deep into that damp heat.

His own hips were now pressing against her, urging, rubbing his swollen cock against her hand. The kissing became more urgent, and he pressed against her hard enough to bruise.

Draugr Helsi · 07-25-2012, 02:12 AM

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The strangeness of hard flesh in both hands was surprising to Draugr. She was not a well-built canine; her own body was soft and fleshy where his was palpably strong. Her fingers knitted into the fur on his chest and ran along the curve of hard muscle there. She envied him more than she lusted for him, and the hand on his pectoral muscle and now his sternum fascinated her more than the hand between his legs.

Though -- the pulsing, stiff thing in her other hand was different enough to pique her interest and her envy, as well. She moved a loose hand over the length of his sex, touching the hotter, softer flesh dangling beneath his cock. The noise he made again tickled her pleasure, but she flinched at the touch between her own legs. His hands were different from her own -- his fingers were tentative where hers were certain, but he did something she did not. The sensation of something within her was foreign and exotic, and her hips trembled with it.

As he pushed forward, however, the sharp spark of pain against her muzzle made her balk and draw back from him. She broke their kiss and flicked her ears half-mast, gazing at him with pale eyes. Though they were cold and devoid of heat, it tingled through her body. Not so fast, she said. And not so hard. The wolfdog gave a little shove against his chest and released his manhood, indicating the ground with a nod.

Max Klein · 07-25-2012, 09:44 AM

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What Max had experienced, when it came to women, was distinctly different than most boys. He had been beaten, cursed, and exiled by his own mother. Inferni’s stock were older, battle-tested warriors. Even Talitha had been hardened. This soft, warm body was new to him, and he greedily wished to make it known. It was curiosity that half-drove him, but this was certainly second-best to a very real and very hungry need for what the damp warm place between her legs promised.

His motions became less unsure. His finger stroked her deep, first one, then two. Max stopped abruptly at her motion, hand stilling and ears turning back in worry. It occurred to him, suddenly, just how much stronger he was than her. Being with a woman would mean reining himself in, and he made a mental note to do such a thing now. Despite his obvious worry about hurting her, it was Draugr who took the next step by, without words, suggesting they move on. His fingers withdrew from her and, ever curious, he sniffed at them. A single swipe of a mottled tongue taught him what a woman tasted like—it was all salt and strangely sweet, but it excited him in a way he did not expect. The length of his shaft and head stiffened even further, darkening with hot blood.

He settled into the tall grass and watched her, eagerly, head half-cocked. “Sorry,” he finally said, but his breath was heavy and made his voice throaty and raw.

Draugr Helsi · 07-25-2012, 08:43 PM

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Draugr is by me!

The dark-furred hybrid had never been one to rush headlong into anything. Despite her body's insistence that she ought to leap onto him then and there, Draugr had no intention of such. She was a careful thing, and her explorations were painstakingly thorough. While she wanted him, she also wanted to know his body as well as she knew her own.

The wolfdog shuddered with the feeling of one, and then a second, presence inside of her. In her self-play, Draugr had explored this area as well as others, but she had never found the sensation of fullness pleasurable. With someone else's touch, however, it was a different beast entirely. The roughness of his grip, even, was not without pleasure. As he withdrew, she shivered. Her body did not want him to depart, but she held herself still. He tasted her, and she regarded him with mild surprise reflected in her dark-hued face.

She wanted to taste him, too. The wolfdog hunkered down and slid a hand between his legs at mid-thigh, pushing them apart so she might perch between them. After she'd knelt between his legs, she ran her hands up the thick, pale fur of his thighs. They hovered near his manhood a moment. She could see it much better from this angle, and it looked fierce and intimidating, sticking up from his body as it was. Her own parts were not nearly so visible.

Her gaze fixed on his face when she touched him low, drawing a light hand up and over the tip of his cock. Her other hand cupped the softer flesh beneath, her touch more exploratory than sensual. When she bent to lick at him, her eyes never left his. They watched with an almost scientific detachment for his reaction.

Max Klein · 07-25-2012, 11:01 PM

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Everything swam; his vision, his hearing, his head. Max felt the ground under him but it was unreal—the grass formed a cushion over rocky earth, and all he could hear was the river, the birdsong, the way his own breathing was thick. He did not think of her silence as strange, as one might expect. He was used to silence. They did not need to speak aloud, but his body heard her. He called back, eagerly, and flinched as she touched the plum-colored head of his hard shaft. His hips rocked towards her, his eyes singular and focused on her face. A warrior always watched the eyes, his teacher had warned. Max didn’t realize this was why he stared, and found his gaze looking for something he did not find.

Then her tongue reached him. A fire burst in his loins and he sucked in a breath of air. His elbows, propped against the ground, did little to hide the way his muscles flexed and pulled, fingers opening and closing over the ground. She was too far for him to reach.

Her exploratory stage changed, however slowly, into a regular pattern. The pressure of her tongue, the sensation of hot-to-cold as she came and went, it was maddening. Max’s hips rocked up towards her mouth as his own fell open. From behind his large, dog’s teeth, a mottled tongue lolled. He wanted to taste her as she was tasting him—he wanted to tell her this, but all that came out of him was a low, rumbling noise; not quite a growl, not quite a moan.

Draugr Helsi · 07-25-2012, 11:30 PM

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His skin was slick beneath her tongue, faintly salty. It smelled strongly of him, as though his scent was concentrated in this one area. It was pleasant, but she could imagine it might be unbearable if she did not already enjoy his scent. Her tongue crept from her muzzle and caressed the entirety of his length, lingering near his head. She leaned forward and over him, opening her muzzle. She was careful -- her teeth were meant to tear flesh and crunch bone, so she did not so much close her mouth as simply allow his manhood to sit between her jaws. When the tip of him touched the back of her mouth, she ran her tongue out as far as it would go, and licked the length of him.

Her hands ran up over his stomach and chest, tracing the outline of hardened muscle. His body was so different from her own -- she wanted to touch it more than she wanted to be touched, but the hybrid realized already this was a game of give and take. So, she removed her mouth from him and climbed carefully over his hips, squatting over him without allowing her heat to contact his. Lingering over him only a moment, she balanced herself with one hand, her other reaching between his legs to guide him inside of her.

Max Klein · 07-25-2012, 11:38 PM

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There was something faintly worrisome about her motions, but his was the bravado of all young men caught in the heat of passion. What had begun as a simple exchange of compliments had led to this moment, and in it, he felt detached. If he understood that this was merely the calm before the breaking storm, he might not have lost himself so deeply in the moment. He might have hesitated and sought out comfort from her instead of in the wilds, testing himself, wounding himself. Max knew none of these things. All he knew (and this was the knowledge of a boy just learning) was that whatever she was doing with her mouth filled him with flames and made his vision dark.

If one thing could be said of Max, it was that he had learned a great deal of self control. Ezekiel had beaten that law into his head, both literally and figuratively, when he had been a boy and still green to restraint. It was these lessons that kept him from grabbing her and throwing her to the ground. It was this, the way of the student-soldier, that kept him on his back as she came to bring herself atop him.

Her motions were painfully slow and he had to use what was left of his patience to lay there as she pulled him into her. With one slow, anguished thrust, he parted her folds and was surrounded by something wet, tight, and deliciously hot. Max’s head rolled back and he smiled up at her, yellow eyes burning, and began to rock himself into her. His hands moved to her thighs, firm and soft all at once, and lingered close to her hips. The coydog said nothing, but his eyes, his hands, and his body gave her what she had asked for—worship.

Draugr Helsi · 07-26-2012, 12:01 AM

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Her pink tongue crept out and swept over her muzzle, licking the taste of him away. The dark hybrid settled down over him and her body gave a shudder all on its own. There was a fire-like stab between her legs, so sharp it almost made her vault off of him. As soon as she was aware of it, however, it was gone. Her body gave another shiver, this one of deep, resonating pleasure, without so much as a hint of approval from her. Though was troubling in some far-off way, it felt too good to care.

Draugr's jaws parted as he smiled at her and touched her. Some instinct drew a low cry from her, half a whine and half a moan, but she might have been quiet if not for that demanding instinct. She shifted and rocked her body to accommodate his. It seemed her hips instinctively drew on his rhythm, for she moved in time with him. Her hands found his and drew up his arms. She was still playing on the muscled flesh beneath, fascinated by his hardness and all his masculinity, but it was fading with their movement. The insistent thing between her legs was overpowering, and she found she could not concentrate on him anymore.

Max Klein · 07-26-2012, 12:15 AM

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Whatever cognitive capacity he had was fading into a place made of red-blackness and deep, impossible damp heat. Max’s face remained fixed in an open-mouthed, toothy half-grimace of need. His eyes had closed under his shaggy hair, but he didn’t need to see her to feel her. He didn’t need to know anything but what she felt like between his legs, what she was doing to the whole of his cock, and what that was doing to the conscious thoughts that now left him in time with each buck and thrust and jerk from one pair of hips to another.

Then the horizon rushed up at him and Max felt all the heat and all the pressure in his loins gravitate to the base of his spine and up, through him, pulsing and hot and releasing with uncontrollable jerks. His motions stilled to a languid rocking and his elbows gave way, sending him collapsing onto the grass under him. Gnats and dried grass flew by his head at the motion but he, with his eyes closed and his chest heaving, Max was oblivious to everything but the firm ground below him and the weight atop him.

Draugr Helsi · 07-26-2012, 12:35 AM

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Despite the seeming possession of her body by the pulsing between her legs, Draugr was able to steal a moment of conscious observation here and there. She saw him twitching and grimacing, his face twisted up in that expression of... what? She did not recognize it at first, it was so fierce. She mistook it for anger and was almost afraid for a moment until she recognized it: need, deep and base and animalistic as hunger. It took her fogged mind a moment longer to realize what he needed: her.

There was a sudden spasm from the pale coyote and a new sensation of heat between her legs, but as soon as she was aware of it, Max wilted before her eyes. He was flat on the ground, his breath heavy. Despite the coyote's deflation, however, the hard thing inside her was bunching up and growing tighter. The wolfdog remained on him, feeling him expand inside her. This did not feel quite as good as it had when he'd been moving, but it was not unpleasant, either. She shifted and moved her hips a little, trembling at the tingle of pleasure.

Max Klein · 07-27-2012, 10:02 AM

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Slowly, his mind came back to him. It was in many ways like the aftermath of a battle; his vision cleared but his body remained ready, even now adjusting and compensating for what it believed needed done. Though his seed had already been spilled, the knot locking them together provided him with a formidable excuse not to leave her. He instead shifted himself up, gingerly, doing his best not to pull or tear because even though it felt good to be locked up inside of her, there was a lingering sensation of pain. This was so close to pleasure that he only recognized it out of this same subconscious thought, but even now the blood was being pulled back into his body.

The scent would always be one he remembered. It was a tangy, salty thing, heavy and thick and at odds with the switchgrass and clear river near them. Her scent was one he found incredible, and sought to show her this. Once he was upright, with her still mounted atop him, he stared into her pale eyes. A thousand things could have been said, a thousand promises and praises and songs, but he was an inexperienced man (a man now, without a doubt) and the tales he told were not suitable for her.

“Are you okay?” He whispered, and she nodded. The thick thing between his legs finally gave way minutes later, as they regarded each other in silence, while he kissed her and breathed in her hair. Only once he was free did he shift her down, half-guiding her onto her back. There, he held himself above her, studying her, taking in every detail. She was beautiful to him as no other woman had been. A low whining growl escaped him again and he lowered his mouth to her breasts, licked one, then the other, and trailed further to that damp heat that reeked of their combined sex juices.

His tongue reached out to her, tasting this place, and while it began as slow and languid exploration he was soon enthralled by the taste and smell and worked with a single-minded task. He was already hard again.

Draugr Helsi · 07-28-2012, 04:46 AM

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Draugr is by me!

There was a faint sensation of disappointment within the purple-eyed wolfdog as she peered down at her conquest. That was all? And his man-parts had seemed so sturdy, so powerful at first. Perhaps she'd been wrong to envy him. He shifted beneath her, and there was a tingle with the motion, but no more. Draugr was almost angry with her own body, as well -- she had entered this tryst cognizant of herself and in control, yet when they came together, her baser nature triumphed effortlessly. The wolfdog kept these thoughts to herself, of course, as was her usual manner. She only smiled faintly as she looked to his pale yellow gaze, nodding when he inquired on her state.

It took what seemed like a long time for their bodies to release one another, and once freed, Draugr had intended to make her way away. She found herself shuffled over and onto her back, however, and did not resist. Perhaps they were not done. He knelt over her, gazing down toward her with an expression of one poring over an especially interesting page of an especially good book, or perhaps with a glutton's adoration of his first meal following a fast. Dra thought she knew that expression, but it startled her to see it directed toward her. It startled her, and inflamed her, too -- it was the look of one enthralled, or quite nearly so.

He came for her again, as she thought he might. Her fire returned to her, burning hotter and more insistently than it had the first time he had her.

OOC Ending: More humping (TWICE HA), followed by semi-awkward good-byes!

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