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WARNING: This thread contains material exceeding the general board rating of PG-13. It may contain very strong language, drug usage, graphic violence, or graphic sexual content. Reader discretion is advised.
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Neela was restless, her tail constantly moving in small jerky movements as she paced around the Casa territory, searching for Tony. The issue of sex had been something that Neela had tried to ignore ever since her loss of control during her last heat cycle but certain urges had resurfaces, less easily ignorable when she had a male sleeping by her side pretty much every night.


Neela was well aware that it was her heat cycle driving her to seek out Tony now, provoking the desire to be with her mate. But, that was all she needed really. As much as Neela worried and fussed about controlling herself her and Tony were all but mates; nothing but a ceremony separated them in the eyes of the pack and in her heart she already considered him her mate. She didn’t need any more reason than being bored and needy to seek him out.


Happier now Neela continued her search, ears cocked and nose twitching as she tried to find some trace of Tony, the jerky movements of her tail now calmed slightly into a fast wag. After a few more minutes of dinging nothing Neela was starting to get frustrated; while her ears were sharp it was her sense of smell that she needed to use to track Tony down and that was sadly lacking. Giving up on any hope of actually tracking him down by herself Neela barked into the air, a pleasant, happy bark calling for Tony’s attention.

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playing it as if Tony has noticed and hid as much as possible without being nasty XD this post is shit btw

Tony was fully aware that Neela was in heat. And that was partially one of the reasons he'd skirted away from her in the recent days. It wasn't because he didn't want her, nor that he wasn't very tempted by her either. But it was simply that Tony wasn't quite sure what to make of it, or even in Neela wanted it so. Or even, dare he say it, if he was allowed to. Tony was most worried about himself though. He wanted to, she was his mate near enough and he loved the girl to bits. But he wasn't quite sure how to do... It. He'd done it before of course. But that had been by accident. And he wasn't sure if he remembered what he did or how to do it again. And it embarrassed him. Tony was a grown man of course, he should be well versed in these things by now.


A howl was sent up into the air close by, Neela's howl. And, of course, Tony latched onto it quickly. Sneaking off, he found her quickly. Stopping behind her to take her in quickly. Before attempting to surprise her gently. 'Guess who...' he grinned, wrapping his arms around his mate tightly. 'He's tall, muscular, best damn soldier in this here pack and you love him very much... I think...'


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Neela smiled happily when she smelt Tony coming up behind her, nose twitching in recognition of his presence a split second before his arms wrapped around her. She played along with him though, letting out a questioning hum as she stretched her arms above her head, linking them together in Tony’s fur at the base of his skull without turning around.


Neela hummed in response to Tony’s words, the noise escaping her throat as a soft, happy growl, ”Oh? Some mighty big claims there boyo.” she said with a grin, pushing back into Tony’s hug and moulding her body to his, ”Perhaps ya’d like to put some actions to yer words?” Neela grinned again as she tilted her head backwards over her shoulder, meeting Tony’s eyes. Neela’s unspoken answer of Yes, of course I love you, was clear in her eyes, despite her teasing.


After a moment Neela’s face turned mischeavous, her eyes remaining locked with Tony’s. The collie pushed her hips backwards, her backside moving backwards into Tony’s groin, and started to wag her tail as fast as she could with it trapped between their bodies, purposely directing the furry appendage towards Tony’s… sensitive areas. All the while Neela kept her face as neutral as possibly and her eyes locked with Tony’s, a silent challenge as to who would lose their composure first.

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The warmth of Neela's body against was something Tony was rather fond of. He'd never really had this sort of interaction before, closeness of bodies yes, with his parents and siblings, and his steed of course. But never on this level. In this way. The prince let out a half sigh and shook his head, feigning sadness, 'See, now. Ah'm not sure if y' was talkin' 'bout th' love...' He grinned however, understanding the look in her eye. 'And provin' it?' he questioned, raising and eyebrow, 'Wha' y' wan' me t' prove, eh? Lookin' fer a spar, or summin' else...' he trailed off, faking innocence with a gentle roll of his eyes. Peering upwards to the sky. 'S' a nice day, eh?' he questioned.


When Neela moved, Tony stumbled slightly. This was awfully risky behaviour our in the open, wasn't it? A quick look around told Tony he was clear to carry on his games. And there were quite a few minutes away from the fort. They'd be fine. And it was a contest the price was determined not to loose. He gave Neela a look, pulling her to his body tightly and then resting his chin on the top of her head and closing his eyes. Concentrating on certain... Dirty things... And the fruits his concentration unsheathed itself soon after, a smirk on his lips.


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Neela grinned wickedly when she felt Tony stumble at her movements, tilting her face upwards just in time to catch the chagrined look he sent her. She felt his arms wrap around her and his jaw rest atop her head but then that was it, Neela was just thinking that this was a pretty poor retaliation when she felt it


Neela almost let our a yelp when she felt a very specific something poke her in the backside. Just managing to keep a straight face Neela shifted her head to the side and looked upwards, a challenging look in her eyes, ”Oh, a spar sounds good. The regular kind has gotten a bit boring though, maybe we could try something different? You could use some practise with a spear.” Neela gave a sultry grin as she emphasised the word spear.


Purposely wiggling her body against Tony the whole way Neela untangled her left hand from the back of his neck, leaving its brother firmly entangled in his mane. Slowly she dragged her hand down his body, fingers trailing through his fur. Eventually her hand reached his thigh, where she delivered a fair slap to his arse and cupped her hand happily where it had fallen.


And then, distraction played out, Neela moved. She tilted her head backwards - arcing her back and pushing her chest forwards as she did so - taking advantage of Tony’s hunched posture to bring her muzzle to his neck, nipping at his ear and purposely breathing out heavily, sending hot breath across his face. With Tony distracted Neela went up on the tips of her paws and started to slide her backside against Tony’s stomach, and a certain piece of his body trapped between her backside and his stomach. Slowly Neela slid up and down against him and if Tony had been able to turn his eyes sideways and see through his head, he would have seen a happy grin growing wickeder by the moment.

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'Yeah.. Gotta get some use outta tha'... Wouldn' do much damage if ah keep i' sheathed... Been needin' to spear summin' with it f' ages, y'know...' he pulled her closer. Humming in her ears softly.


He winced as she moved up and down him, his member trapped between them. He was filled with want, but this was Tony so there was no way he was going to loose. Tony twisted his head so that she didn't have to strain as much to chew on his ear. Something he found himself enjoying. The hot air was just getting him more... Frustrated... And so did Neela's fondling. Thinking quickly, her wrapped his arms around her, letting them travel up and down agonisingly slowly, before stopping just below her chest. That'll teach the bitch, he thought.


Tony pushed against her with a continued force, lowering his teeth to graze her neck and shoulder, his tongue flickering out to wet her shoulder too. He was going to win, he was sure of it. Ha, how could he, Tony Marino- Knight loose? He huffed, shaking his head.


With certain reluctance, he pulled away to let his member fall away from it's trapped space and down below. With a grin and ochre orbs, he returned Neela's favour. Making himself evident and moved against her slowly, eager to see her break because his patience was wearing thin. But he didn't want to loose too. With a grunt e pulled her closer. 'C'mon...' he hummed in a whisper.


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Neela hummed happily as she felt Tony’s arms wrapping around her, his hands trailing upwards from her stomach. She let out a happy sigh as they tickled across her ribs, only to growl when they stopped short of the place she really wanted them to go. Neela tried to squirm and shuffle her body downwards but the awkward position left her unable to do so, Tony’s hands tantalisingly out of reach. Neela had started this with the intention of teasing Tony for a bit and then drawing him back to the house but her plan had backfired on her, Tony giving as good as he had received had gotten her hot and bothered and all thoughts of going back to the house had fled her mind, though the other half of that equation was still present.


As if that wasn’t bad enough Tony had turn her earlier tactic against her and was rubbing himself against her. A small shudder ran up Neela’s body at the pleasant sensation but she didn’t allow herself to give in, propelled forwards by the sense of competitiveness that had taken her earlier. Tony’s own muzzle came down to nip and harry at her neck and Neela responded, rubbing her cheek against his head as she started to lick at the top of his muzzle, purposely flicking the soft, down like fur of her ears across his face.


Once again Neela tried to dip hr body lower and once again she couldn’t manage it, Tony’s hands unwavering in not reaching the place she wanted them to. ”Tease.” she growled softly, before huffing and turning her attention to other areas. Tony didn’t want to move his hands? Well two could play at that game. Neela disengaged her hand that had been stroking Tony’s neck and began to run it down the front of his chest and down onto his stomach. Just as Tony’s hands had stopped short of her breast her hand stopped short of his package, her claws lightly brushing its base as her hand rested against his stomach, but going to further.

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A smirk graced his lips. 'No fun it i'?' he questioned with a growl. He held her tighter to stop her squirming, to keep her out of reach. How maturely immature this all was. Tail flickering with irritation behind him, Tony considered that perhaps loosing wouldn't be so bad? All that would happen would be sex either way right? That was all well and good until Tony considered that it was loosing the very word sent a shiver up his spin though it very well could have been the contact with Neela. Either the movement she made with her free hands caught Tony out and sent a small yelp of attraction and surprise out of his maw. Lowering his head, he growled to her softly, panting with desire. 'Y' win..' Tony's speech was slurred, mashed together. As confusing as he could be when sane, now he was ever more so.


He moved Neela away forcefully, pushing her onto the ground with a growl and then moved over to join her. He dug his muzzle in her hair and smiled, planting quick licks on her face and neck. 'Y' win...' he repeated again. His pride stung like lemon juice on a cut, but his desire clouded his mind. Ultimately he'd regret giving in like that, but he jsut wanted Neela, now.


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Neela grinned at Tony’s admittance of defeat though that quickly turned into a surprised yelp when she felt herself being pushed forwards and down to the ground. Neela landed on her hands and knees with an “Oof” and Tony quickly followed her, his muzzle seeking out her neck. Neela squirmed happily underneath him, now panting as heavily as Tony was, though his weight almost pinning her flat to the ground had a part in that as well as her desire.


She briefly considered trying to twist away, tease Tony some more but she was overruled by her own body in that regards and Neela’s tail slipped off to the side as she raised her hindquarters. The teasing and playing had been fun but Neela wanted some satisfaction now, and her body language made that want clear.

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He pinpointed in on her cues, feeling her tail moved as it brushed up against his inner leg. It would be difficult, he realised, as he moved his hips to come level with hers. It was almost impossible lean over her and keep eye level with her while doing his job. So figuring a clever way to do both, he sat more upright. Still with there hips closer together, but Tony could see and interact with Neela better, though he had a feeling there would be little heed for words at this point. The blacksmith adjusted himself again before looking towards Neela to make sure she was ready. When he was sure, he move down and forward with deliberate slowness. He wasn't as small as most males in any respect and although they'd been through this before, he didn't want to ruin the mood by inducing pain. He paused again at the halfway points, humming a question of 'are you okay?' Before carrying on again slowly.


With a groan he completed his work, waiting for Neela to adjust herself and giving both of them a moments rest before moving again. Back and forwards slowly, using the muscles in his thick legs to keep the weight off of Neela.


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