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Private: Haku. Ethereal Eclipse and Serena Reserve boarder. Foredated: December 12.
I hope that snow is okay. And I suppose that this is more of an intimate thread, if that’s okay... It just turned out that way after I wrote it, hahah... ^=^;;
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Cwmfen had reached her maturity, the beginning of her prime years. Where before she was merely a female, now she was a woman. Quietly, softly, she had left the boarders of Dahlia de Mai far behind, traveling in the darkness and safety of the forest. The shadows behaved as living things, slipping behind and beneath the foliage of the woods as the female strode by. They watched from their shelters with eyes unseen, and yet seeing more than what was apparently present. Whispering in the silent night, the shades pulsed with a frigidity transcending all other temperatures. Ethereal Eclipse yielded a biting cold, a cold so gelid that it penetrated even the thickest of coats. Yet, this place seemed most suited for her purpose, and she swallowed her discomfort silently, continuing her journey—physical and spiritual—into the dark of the deep forest.
A clearing. She could smell the change in the air—fresher, crisper, and yet... almost warmer. Black, woad-marked paws carried her silently through the forest, as elusive as the shadows themselves. Silent and swift, she was as the warrior she was meant to be. The white orbs peered through the trees, finding the light of the moon breaking through the darkness as the waves break upon the ocean’s sand. The black wolf, marked with the swirling woad of power and protection, ascended the slope of the forest, climbing to the open skies. There, having risen, was the moon, full and aware as it stared down, illuminating the dark secrets of the world. Similarly white orbs returned the gaze, a gaze filled with respect for this being of the gods. The black fae wondered if her gods would answer, if she would be permitted to complete this stage of her life. Anticipation.... Fear. And she began to shift, taking on the form of the luperci. The change was quicker now, urged by her elevated emotions, and it was smooth, and comfortable.
Having shifted, the female lay upon the cold earth, panting slightly for the effort. Then she rose, her ascension fluid, and the young woman found herself gazing upon the sky once more. Her lifted maw parted, releasing a song of calling, of Ceremony. The silver, alto tones rose to the heavens, calling, urging the gods to see, to aid in the journey she must make—
The howl ended abruptly, and the black crania turned sharply. There was something in the darkness. An invisible hand urged her forward, to pursue the creature in the shadows. Suddenly, there was no hesitancy, only a need to pursue it. Swiftly, she slipped into the shadows of the night, running on silent feet through the forest. Her movements were effortless, and a strange exhilaration spread through her, white hot and urgent. The strange sensation seeped through her, something foreign and yet familiar, pushing her forward deeper and deeper into the woods. She stopped abruptly, finding herself at the edge of a pool. The wild pounding of her heart seemed to echo in her mind, resonating through her body and shaking the earth about her, each ripple extending to the far reaches of the pool. The white orbs stared curiously at the water, the moon’s reflected light playing on her features. The urge was deep within her now, like some frantic need. She felt it in her gut. She felt it between her legs....
Suddenly, she found herself slipping into the silver-lit pool. The water shocked her mind and body, but somehow the woad-marked female ignored it. The pool was deep, and as she proceeded to its center, her legs no longer found the bottom. She floated in its center, closer to the gods now, for the water was their realm. The cold seeped into her swiftly, working against her body, but she was calm, and there was a strange certainty.
“Listen, my child.”
Cwmfen gasped. A soft sound.
“I am the voice of your history. Be not afraid, come follow me. Answer my call, and I'll set you free.”
The voice was all about her. It was a voice vaguely familiar, an ageless, genderless sound. She listened, then, and suddenly the fae felt that she knew all things. She knew her origin, the reason for her father’s obsession with her, why her mother had to die, and why she was here. She knew what was required of her, and she knew what must come next. And then the voice was gone from her, and she was alone in the gelid pool. The black female remained where she was for a few moments longer before returning to the rocks surrounding the pool. Climbing out, she ascended the stair-like formations, and the full cold of winter world was pressed upon her. The snow fell slowly about her, whispering quietly of all things. And the cold, a sharp, unforgiving entity, urged her to do what must come.
As if by fate, she heard the approach of another. Turning, the female snarled quietly, baring her teeth in the direction of he who approached, displaying an irrational rage and wild ferocity.
She was truly a wild creature.
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Cwmfen was not the only wild creature stalking the moon’s delicate yet intoxicating enchantment. There was difference though, because the male, a black ghost without colours in the absent light, was chasing something made out of flesh and blood. Something had changed, and when the day had left the world behind along with the majority of its inhabitants (or so it seemed by the emptiness of it all), true colours not meant for the eye, but the soul, rose forth and called upon all those demons that stirred in the heart of the living. Demons and desires, the wild bottomless emotions that existed within them all, but that too often was locked away and never to touch the surface. Haku had changed since he came here, but he was still the same in many ways. The toxic deep within the tree did not dissolve into nothing unless the tree went down with it. His mind had been filled up with other magnificent and less great things, but the body did not forget that easily, especially not when the cold breeze made sure to fill his nostrils with perfume as he had crossed the path few moments after her. Her scent had been thick and seductive as ever before, and the beast within had stirred and woken up at last, after so many moons.
He had the choice, but there was no point in trying to resist, so the dark male with the enchanting eyes had instantly started stalking the invisible trail of roses. Haku did not believe in God, but he did not deny any possibilities. He knew of the darker beings that inhabited this earth. He knew of devil and demons, corrupt and loving. Surely there was more out there. A melodic song rose up from the forested area in front of him, and he was left to ponder if a northern light would pulse and twist out in a response to the enchanting sound. A series of simple cracks removed two of his paws and granted him a simple pair of feet. He was not sure why he had shifted, as travelling on all four was often easier than walking on two. He supposed the encouraging voice inside his head knew what was expected of him, and he went along with it as always. This might not be right, but Haku had a wonderful way of ignoring reasoning. This was his world after all, he had not forgotten. It was only a game, and when it ended he would return home to the flames where he had come from.
Haku did not hear any voices, but a soft gasp from a young woman’s lips caused chocolate ears painted dark by the night to flicker. Electricity sent torturing waves of desire down his spine. It seemed the Lilium of Dahlia would never learn. He was officially unreachable, so why was he here? Instead of silver and gold, he longed for the soft pelt of the night and the orbs of the twin moons. Something cold and wet touched his nose, and he lifted his gaze up to the black velvet. Snow. His concentration stumbled for only a few moments as his mind went to the falling snowflakes, and the sound that instantly rose close by announced that he was closer to the pitch black pack member than he had been aware of. Eyes found what they were looking for, and he let his lungs empty, creating a relieved sigh. It was her, she was here. It reminded him of their last private meeting, and caused desire to roam about inside him even more violently. Now when he finally was here, now what?
Whispers found his fluffy ears easily, and the male let a pale smile enter his face. Maybe. He stepped closer, ignoring the warning snarl from the female. Actually he was somewhat hoping she would lunge at him. He ALWAYS got what he wanted, and tonight he would, because it was what the voices told him. His pose was not half as aggressive this night, but there still was something that stirred the surface, something that surely would tell the female that he was not as tame as he looked like back there in Dahlia either.
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The ferocity in her face wavered when the white orbs beheld he who was present. Haku.... How ironic, she felt, that they should meet again in so similar a manner. Her mind wandered to their past encounter. So similar were the circumstances, for even then he had stumbled upon her in an ancient ritual. That too had been the beginning of a new life, and so this would be also... She felt anxiety while thinking upon those long past words. Beauty? She did not think so. Beneath her woad markings, she was nothing more than a piece of night, a shard of shadow that blended with the rest of the dark world. Her muscles tensed as he stepped forward, and she found that she had done the same. The distance between them was more than several spear lengths, but that space would soon mean nothing. There was simply too much to be filled in that space to allow it to be empty.
The white orbs regarded him warily. She knew what those voices pushed her to do, but she was afraid. She did not want it. The crow wolf had taken her purity from her—she was nothing special now. She had nothing to offer the chocolate male. But his desire was thick in the air, its scent overpowering. It pulled at her own desire, like a hook in her belly. Exhaling lightly, the black female attempted to relieve the desire that was beginning to consume her. Her breath quickened, and her efforts were in vain. If anything, the pull was stronger. And deep within her chest cavity, she felt a gelidity grip her. A bitter smile palely graced her maw. It seemed as if all things had been planned, as if there was a Fate, for they had determined now that she let him in—she needed his warmth, and he would take from her that which he desired in return for it.
And she would give it to him.
The distance between them was closed as she moved. Cwmfen’s movements were fluid, ethereal. While seemingly tranquil, it appeared as if she strutted, with an untamed soul, displaying to him her body. Her curves, her powerfully built, lithe body—all of it—was now offered to him. The woad-marked tail flickered behind her, like a tongue testing the air. As she closed that distance, she allowed herself to observe the earthen male. She observed him and allowed herself to feel envy towards Firefly. He was a formidable creature handsomely made. Many scars marred his body—from battles and some, she suspected, from self-infliction—but she regarded them as possessions won. She stopped when there was hardly any space between them. The white orbs were downcast, and she seemed gaze upon his chest. The woad-marked fae wondered at the strength beneath the fur and skin. Her hands wanted to run along his torso, to feel the sinew, but she refrained and did not touch him. She was close enough now to see the branded pentagram. Her breath quickened as she breathed in his scent—his desire.
Cwmfen nic Graine’s white eyes turned up towards those juxtaposing blue eyes. The warrior felt her fear as strongly as the desire that burned within her, but she discarded her timidity and bore herself bare to him. She feared that he would not take her, but she feared too that he would. While what she was about to do was not new to her body, her mind was still that of a virgin, for the rape those months ago had been of a brutal nature. The she-wolf was still unaware of the act of love. She knew not how she should explain her need to him. She knew not how she would respond to him. She knew not how she should otherwise offer herself so indignantly to him, and yet she needed him to dominate her so completely.
The young woman wondered whether it was the Ancients who drove her needs, or simply her own desire for him. Swallowing her own pride, the warrior relaxed before the Lilium. "Haku..." The alto voice was small, almost a whisper, and she could find no other words. Silence fell softly, as the snow about them drifted silently to the frozen earth.
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Gwmfen was not the only of the two that thought this scene was ironically similar to that of their last meeting in the dark. The cocoa and cream Lilium had found her.. intoxicating, but the unique butterfly had taken care to gently remind him that he was not superior enough for her to do whatever fitted him. At that time, the three year old male had not really minded much either way, as it has been an experimental approach to figure where he had her, which he still was uncertain of. How odd it was that things that seemingly were out of reach also were the most intriguing. Her pulse had quickened, but the rest of her body had told him no and faded into the jet black emptiness of the night. As for now, something had changed in the delicate little creature in front of him. The male failed to put his finger on anything specific, but the air was different.
Haku made sure that his jaws were pressed tightly together behind dark lips, trying to restrain a low groan for the urge to drown in the younger female’s misty globes. His own nails dug into the fragile index of his hands as they curved into a pair of fists. Breathlessly he watched her graceful stride, the way her perfectly shaped body moved towards him, towards him. He narrowed his eyes on her, feeding on her aura, too aware of the invisible bond that dragged them both toward each other, both lost in the same incoming storm of temptation. He stopped at the same time as Gwmfen, almost tiptoeing while cursing wordlessly at the invisible wall that kept them apart. Her cloudy orbs caressed his body, and enthusiasm rose just by that mere fact. He knew he was well made, although he could have been a few scars less, but Haku was too simple to care for such details about himself.
Just as she could detect his desire, he could sense hers, although the male silently pondered if a short moment of vague uncertainty had flashed in the female’s face. The male sensed that the woman was something fragile, and for once he felt uncertain as well, unsure what to do. His ears flickered slightly in her direction to catch his own name. Haku took a deep breath and did not release. His sky blue eyes targeted the seemingly downy snow crystals that sought comfort in Cmfen’s pitch black pelt. He envied them. Slowly, very slowly, the male extended his arm and reached out to gently touch her face. His fingers brushed her cheek in the faintest of touch; maybe afraid she was a product of his own imagination and therefore would wither away if he tried to touch what he in reality could not afford.
She felt real all right. He slowly withdrew his hand, but left it floating in the air between their bodies, a sign of uncertainty on his half. For once, Haku wanted to take care not to scare her. His body screamed for her body, although the final physical evidence had not yet made its entrance, but there was no doubt in his eyes what he wanted. He could be gentle and kind if he just added a cup of sugar and two spoons of care. He could be good; he was not only a rapist and a demon. Did she know that? Would she believe him? Cwmfen.. Barely more than a whisper and he could hear the pleading tone himself too well. His two thirds of a tail clung miserably against the back of his thighs, wishing it had a voice so that it could scream of the torment of every second the two wolves did not touch.
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Cwmfen nic Graine gazed upon the earthen toned male. His muscles were tense, and the desire burning within him seemed to emanate from him, clawing at the air between them with violent strokes. The black female trembled, feeling that death-cold grip tightening. But she trembled also for—not fear—desire, a desire so strong that it required him. Her body required him. But he seemed uncertain, and his uncertainty caused the woman’s certainty to falter also. Indeed, she had heard tales of his behavior. He was a monster, they said, for satisfying his desires upon women—with force or without. It did not seem to matter to this male what the other party wanted. He would take was he wanted, and he would have it. Knowing this, his faltering frightened her more than the violence that lay dormant only just beneath that chocolate exterior.
With excruciating slowness, he began to reach out to her. A soft, barely audible sigh of relief, but of delight, too, escaped her jaws in a visible yet intangible cloud of heat that attempted in vain to rise to the heavens. This time, when his hand touched her face, she did not flinch. She did not bristle, nor did she recoil. It was as if time were doing some strange and terrible dance about them. But this time she did not reach to remove him from her. Instead, the desire within her seemed to explode, and she closed her eyes, both savoring this strange, new pleasure and attempting to suppress this overwhelming lust. She felt his warmth, his strength, through her fingers. The gesture, while simple, released an overwhelming sensation, as if a circuit had been completed. But then space was created between them once again. She suppressed the urge to follow his hand, opening her eyes to once more, finding that she could not look upon him.
She would have seen it there, clearly. She would have seen his need in his welkin eyes. But she could feel it in the air, a hot entity that could not be ignored. And yet, he hesitated in the space between them. Cwmfen had not expected Haku to behave with such control. The fear that had coursed through her as strongly as her desire subsided, dissipated. There was a wild creature within that chocolate male, but he was gentle, kind—not tame, perhaps—and it was as if he wanted her to see that, too. That he was capable of more, that he could care and protect her. She felt, however, that even if he were a vicious creature, that even if he would take what he wanted from her, she would still be drawn to him as strongly as she was drawn to him now.
Her name spoken quietly, a plead, drew her head to face him. She moved then, slowly, as if called, closing the final space between them, shattering that barrier that had withheld them. He was taller than her, and her maw only just reached his shoulders. She found that she had been holding her breath, and she released it, allowing the hot air to touch his neck. The woad-banded hands, slender and still soft despite their toil, touched cautiously his hard stomach. Only her fingers brushed up against his fur, but she could feel the sinew and power there. As if encouraged by this, she slid up to his chest, allowing her palms to feel him too. In a strange, simple and yet intricate pattern, she continued up to his shoulders, wrapping her arms about his neck. Raising herself on her toes, the woad-marked female tentatively brushed her lips against his, so that their breaths would intermingle. She found suddenly that she had never been so close to a male, not like this. She wanted to kiss him and was afraid, this time not of him, but of herself.
In the end, she submitted to that desire. Cwmfen kissed him, hard and passionately, but she did not push into his mouth. She wanted him to push into her, in more ways than one. The black tail waved once behind her, moving out of the way, its tip brushing up against his leg. Her body was pressed up against his. All he needed to do was take it.
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The world ended with Haku standing idly watching the sky burst into flames and die, and the falling flakes from above were ashes. Adrenaline had already began its usual ride around and around in his body. The male’s fingers, which seconds earlier had touched the deity like creature, trembled slightly in the silent air. His fingertips seemed to burn from the brief connection with her skin, and it was torment to think of the effect and intense feelings that would occur if her body was to be pressed against his. Her low sigh had drawn his ears towards his dark skull, a foolish attempt to misinterpret the meaning of the sigh. This little, yet powerless act suggested that there was a small saner part left in him, but heavily outnumbered by his original being, the basic essence of him that could not be altered, no matter any future makeovers of any kinds. Haku had fallen heavily from the sky to walk the earth before he was to make a final trip down to the basement of existence.
Slowly, ever so slowly the female executed the distance between them, and set fire to the lighter male wherever her touch struck him. His own breath exited slowly through his nostrils, and returned with a new dose of the numbing hormones that danced their erotic dance in the air. The Sadira male forced his body to keep still and let the fire spread along with Gwmfen’s touch. His eyes had apparently been shut when she started moving again, because they opened to search out her moonlit wells when her hands entwined around his neck. What triggered his lust further, when it came to females, was when they themselves made the decisions and took control, if only for a small moment. Like his black, beautiful pack member had done now by coming up to him and killing him softly with her embrace. She had taken the final initiative that freed him from the chains Cercelee and Dahlia had attached to him. In return, he would be gentle.
The male’s arms wrapped around the smaller female instinctively, hiding her away from the rest of the world. She belonged to him now. There was a brief moment where their muzzles stayed apart, opposites like two different poles unable to maintain contact. Then it all broke, and the female got up on her toes and kissed him. For another moment the male hesitated before he went fuck all and leaned into the kiss, lowering his face so that she would not need to stretch up to him. It mattered little anyway, it seemed. One arm was wrapped around her mid back and the other travelled down to trace the side of her curved hip and well shaped buttocks before tightening the grip and lifting her (surprisingly light) body into the air. Haku let his tongue slowly draw a few lines back and forth Gwmfen’s dark lips before hungrily starting to explore her sweet mouth.
The taste of forbidden fruit made his senses explode and shatter. At this very moment nothing had ever tasted sweeter than she did, nothing could ever be better than this. He shivered slightly. Her fur was somewhat wet, but the male was overheating. Oh, he would take her. A brief movement brought them both to ground level, her with back against the light layer of snow, and him over her, though without crushing her under his weight. If she could survive a bath in such an hour, she would survive now. He broke out of the kiss and removed her arms, first one, then the other, and placed them over her head. With both hands seizing her (with enough weight behind so that she would have to actually make an effort if she was to attempt to move her arms) he started to kiss one of her jet black arms down towards her armpit before moving to her collarbone. He gently nipped the black silk and let his pink tongue flicker teasingly, tasting her skin in small amounts.
He drew shivering breaths, body more tense than ever, having issues handling the ecstasy that already was starting to build up. The male let the butterfly kisses travel up her throat and almost let them melt together again in a kiss, but he broke off and buried his muzzle in the soft fur on the female’s chest. He took a moment to breathe in the drug that was her smell and let his tongue flicker across and circle a small, well formed nipple. A cream hand found a firm breast and circled it lightly before tenderly squeezing it, and by that released one of her arms. His breath was heavy with desire, and for each touch his body screamed for more, more more more. He wanted her so badly. His body stroke against hers (first slowly, then faster along with their increasing heartbeats) desperately while he caressed her. His hands (both now) stroke and touched, unable to get enough of her.
It was always the moment before the ultimate ecstasy that intrigued him most. The chocolate male let his hand run wild, and let it slowly travel lower with circular movements until it found the special spot between her legs. His fingers explored the wetness tenderly, and made certain the nails did not unnecessarily scrape against her fragile and soft private parts. With a tail of females (the last ones had been willing) behind him, he had picked up what not to do, and a common trait among most males were that they played too roughly with the females. A low moan escaped the brown Lilium, even though he had yet to enter her. Just the feeling of her body underneath him and the living skin reacting to his touch was filling his body with glowing bliss His mind had deserted, but the unique feeling of recreating Eden together instead of simply taking it to enjoy alone was more tempting to strive for.
He reached up to let their lips melt together a second time, his tongue just as playful as the fingers that were massaging her.
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Cwmfen lost herself in his embrace. It was something new, to have a male’s arms wrapped about her. She knew of the strength and danger that came with such proximity, but such a quality made it more exhilarating—more worthwhile. As he held her, there was nothing for her save for him. For at least that moment, he was her world, and she drowned in the dark, earthen fur, in the strength of his arms about her. The black, woad-banded fingers grasped his mane, as if she were afraid that he might disappear. But he did not. He was a pillar of strength. There was a certain security that such power provided, and she felt that, at least this night, she was safe from all the troubles of the world. And those troubles seemed so far and insignificant....
The black wolf pulled in closer as he kissed her back. As his arm wrapped about her, his other hand moved down the side of her body to grasp her buttocks. She shuddered with delight and gasped in surprise, for all the things that Haku was doing to her, would do to her, was a new experience. And she only had time to take this one breath as he teased her lips before he pushed into her mouth. As he lifted her, she adjusted her grip on him, though it was almost an unnecessary movement, for he had her firmly against his hot body that chased away Death’s cold grip, in a place where she could not escape—had she wanted to. But she found that she did not want to, that she wanted him to overtake her. And she savored that kiss, closing her eyes, allowing him to explore her.
Haku brought them both to the earth. The soft snow rose into the air, and as her back made contact, a soft stream of air escaped her like a sigh. He broke the kiss, and her muzzle made as if to follow him, eagerly wanting more. Suddenly, she found that he had pinned her hands over her head. Instinct made her struggle, made her attempt to escape that utterly vulnerable position. As she moved, her body only pushed up against the male’s repeatedly, inadvertently making herself more open to his wants. Her legs dug half-heartedly in the snow, but she found that his grip was too much to overcome from that position. That strength...it made her want him more. As Haku began to kiss her arm, she ceased her struggling and lay still, like a trapped creature accepting Fate’s Death. Her chest rose and fell visibly from her efforts, but of her growing desire as well. She turned her head away from his, the white orbs staring off into the snowfall. She was intrigued, and her breath fluttered from her lips as he licked her neck. He was so gentle. There was no pain. She could feel the teeth brushing her collarbone, and the jaws that surely hungered for more withheld themselves. As he moved, the woad-marked female could feel his growing tension, his growing eagerness, and his energy, his scent, softly smothered her. The chocolate male’s maw came near her own, and she moved, wanting to taste him once more, but he did not allow her to, deftly allowing her eagerness to grow into uncontrollable desire.
Haku’s maw was pressed against her chest, and she exhaled deeply—a shuddering sigh—fighting to keep still, as if she were required to allow him to assess her first. A sharp gasp cut through the cold air as he teased her breasts. Her body responded to his touch, the nipple rising, as if asking for more. When he grasped her, she barely suppressed a moan of pleasure, her back arcing slightly. She found then that he had released her hand and it involuntarily went to his mane. The black, slender fingers ran through his fur, and with such movement, she found that her own body had become tense, as if unwilling to let him in. His breathing changed, became more frantic, and his hands released hers to run along her body. The black hands grasped his upper arms and felt the sinew beneath her bunch and relax as he moved. There was hardly any space between them, and as he moved against her, she grew wet with desire. As her hands moved across his body, it seemed as if she were afraid of the space that had been between them. His desire was smothering her will to resist, and, though she did not wish to fight him, her resolve was not yet broken.
A sound that was regulated between a growl and a whine was emitted as his fingers found that wet desire. Her body recoiled, but it recoiled to further draw him in. Cwmfen’s tongue tasted the branded pentacle. Her sharp teeth scraped over the neck where his pulse beat wildly, and her body hurt with desire. The black female moaned softly, and her curious hands softly clawed his stomach, but the virgin mind bid her timidly avoid his shaft. Her eager palms excitedly pressed against his abs, circling about to his lower back. His body was so well sculpted—as she moved her hands along him, she felt as the gods must have when they had created him. Her fingers found each scar, tenderly stroking the raised wounds. His body was as rough as his personality, and she was drawn by its charisma. Perhaps some would have seen Haku as crude, but she found him simply perfect. A fallen war god.
"Haku—" she began, but he had already interrupted her with a kiss. Oh well. She kissed him back, eager—curious. As he played with her, she involuntarily began to move up to him. And this kiss dissolved her resolve. Her hands left his body and found his face, the fingers stroked him tenderly. One fell to his neck while the other moved to claw a soft ear. Slowly, she pulled away from the kiss, and let her body rest upon the cold earth. The white orbs stared into his, and her tense body relaxed. She submitted utterly to him, physically and mentally. She wanted him to claim her, and she wanted to belong to him. Whatever happened after, she wanted to be utterly his for at least this night.
"Take me," she whispered.
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There were smalls hints that suggested that Gwmfen was not exactly the type of female he usually seduced (or that seduced him!) for a few joyful, meaningless hours of casual sex. This did not matter to the male at the moment, but it would be something he would ponder about when the scene was over and dead and he was back with his gold and copper woman. She was in on this without doubt, but one could always detect by the pressure and determination in the partner’s caresses. And Gwmfen took care not to let her hands travel too far down on his front. Just, the possibility that such a unique jewel like her could be a virgin had been trashed by the cocoa and cream male the first time he met her, regardless of possibly visible sign even back then. Her moans that were caressing his ear were all that mattered, and that alone seemed able to drive him to incredible heights.
Her immediate reaction when his fingers had found the wet source was an additional notion that she was fragile and new to the encounter, but it could easily be because it was a first timer with a new male, and things did not always work out smoothly then. The sapphire eyed brute let a growl of his own gently vibrate in his throat as sharp fangs scraped over his main artery on the side of his neck. He enjoyed the gentle, seemingly curious hands that made his skin burn. The male was far away when she withdrew from the kiss, and he opened his eyes and gazed into hers. Her whisper devoured him completely. The bridge was crossed, and all they could do was to stand and watch it burn. Nothing was more beautiful than the fire that burned before the unbearable moments of ecstasy.
Take me, she said. There was no hesitation, and their bodies were more than ready to give and receive. Teeth rasped down her neck a split moment before he lurched forward and into her. His jaw found the base of her neck and it was a small wonder the male did not start to draw blood instantly. Gwmfen was too fragile and too much of an uncertainty for him to take too much of a risk. Earlier he had halfway had a plan of taking it slow and easy on her, but his plan quickly shattered and left her naked and alone. He gasped, desperate for air, astounded by the shockwaves of stimulation granted by the dark woman’s moist tightness. Without interrupting his thrusting the slightest, the male grabbed hold of and lifted a slender black furred ankle over his shoulder, and was granted deeper access.
His face dug into her soft chest, and his tongue swiped out between razor teeth ever so often to taste her over and over again. He had tried to keep their eyes connected, but as every thrust brought him deeper into drunken state that consisted of only the movement and the pressure that was building up to impossible heights, and his eyes had shut tight to embrace the bliss. The rhythm increased together with the strength behind the rocking movement as the male lost all sense of control and gave everything to reach the highest intensity for the rapidly arriving climax. It hit him like a sledge (and way too soon), and Gwmfen’s fur could not keep out the choked whine that threw itself forcefully out of his throat. He did, however, not cease to move inside her, and pushed into her a few last times, full of greed to make the moment last as long as possible. A few rounds of whinges escaped him before finally giving room for deep intakes of deep breaths. His eyes were still shut tight, because he was certain his senses had been jolted out of order.
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Haku’s teeth ran along her neck, and her hands, sensitive to the changes of his body, felt his muscles shift and tense. Cwmfen exhaled slowly, her breath trembling as it left her. Then he was inside her, penetrating into her innocent body with a force that disregarded her. Her body convulsed as his rough body pushed into her, and deep within her mind where lust and pain did not cloud her thoughts, she suspected that the crow wolf had not taken anything from her, that he had merely presented her with an illusion and a warning, that she had now just given up her virginity to this chocolate male, a thing never to be tasted by another again. But such thoughts were instantly drowned out. A cry of pain escaped her as her back arced, bringing her throat easily into his jaws. The soft skin of her neck received a small wound, her warm blood leaking briefly onto his tongue as she fell back to the earth, but there was blood also between her legs. The woad-marked female’s body shuddered with unbearable pain, for the chocolate male had broken that virgin’s innocence, had torn through that impossible tightness. And a moaning whine whispered from her throat as her body struggled to grant him access. But the pain was so thickly becoming a pleasure that her hands, which had clawed his upper arms as he entered, now gripped him firmly.
But as he began to move with the fervent rhythm of his desire, her grip was released. Black claws dug their way through the snow and to the hard, frozen earth as the black female struggled to suppress cries of pain and utter pleasure, her jaws clenched shut. It was obvious to her that he knew what he was doing as he lifted her ankle to his shoulder without breaking rhythm. There was a gasped cry as he pushed deep into her. For the black female, he was rough, but she was not as fragile as he might have believed. Her back curled up to him as his chocolate head went to her chest, and she scarcely caught a glimpse of his desire-clouded eyes before they shut tight against the world. Black fingers came up to his mane, hugging him close, enjoying the feeling of his tongue on her skin as much as feeling him move inside her. Her free leg came up against his side, then wrapping about his waste. Her smaller body began to move against his, wanting him as he withdrew only to thrust into her again. Her body had begun to ignore the pain of her broken purity, and an inexplicable pleasure was known to her.
The waves of climax began, and she found that the whines of her pleasure became increasingly difficult to suppress. As the waves grew in intensity, she gave up on the impossible task, and her uttered moans became cries of pleasure in the snowing night. Woad-banded fingers found his shoulders once more, digging into his fur and finding his hide. Cwmfen was being devoured by Haku’s hungering body. She was not prepared for the explosion of pleasure that throbbed between her legs, but she found that she could utter no sound so breathless was she. As her body struggled to register the passion of the sensation, images flashed within her mind. With this complete joining of the male and female, the ancients granted access to her Dream. Black shapes fluttered breathlessly in her mind, and she struggled to concentrate past the defocus of the ecstasy.
Ravens.
The woad-marked female shuddered as he offered several last thrusts into her, but the images were instantly forgotten, only to be remembered later, perhaps in sleep. Several small whines escaped her throat when she finally caught her breath. She felt an indescribable pain, but she felt a sublime ecstasy too, and she did not want it to end.... Cwmfen trembled beneath the power of his form, and, finding that her eyes had been tightly closed, slowly opened the white orbs. Slowly, she relaxed her body, and the receding waves of climax brought one last gasp to her black lips. The world about them gradually came into focus, and the snow about them was disturbed in evidence of their carnal struggle. Her thoughts were fuzzy, her banded ears pressed against her head as she struggled to focus her concentration, but it was a difficult feat to accomplish. Slowly, she released her grip from his flesh. Her fingers ran through his thick mane once more, and the curious fingers found his face, lifting it to her as she kissed him tentatively. She felt that she knew better now how to kiss a man, and she kissed him slowly and deeply, savoring his taste and drowning in his scent. Her arms wrapped around his neck. She wanted him again, slower this time. The female pushed the male up into a sitting position, pushing him deeper into her through natural forces. Cwmfen wasn’t prepared for the consequences of her own action, and she came up out of that kiss for air, her stomach pressing against him as her legs wrapped around his waste. The warrior kissed him again, hoping that he would take her at least one last time.
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Her active cooperation in the act beside the almost virgin like behaviour had stripped him for breath and strength. Haku found that his eyes wanted to shut and carry him far away. He wanted to fall asleep close against her and dream the rest of the night away, being carried by the soft after waves that existed in both of their bodies. There were few things that were more harmonic and relaxing than falling asleep close against a lover. Haku was more interested in the act itself, as one night stands seemed to happen ever so often. With Firefly, it was a good feeling as long as he was up and gone by the time she woke up. Eyes were shut and it felt like several long moments had passed while the female continued to move underneath him, although that was just his brain fussing up the time after the mind numbing explosion that had shaken his very core. He was returning her kisses gently, assuming it was the end.
Black hands with a light pressure coached him a bit backwards until he was sitting, and her body followed. Her legs wrapped around him and she pushed him deeper into her, and made a gasp escape the male as he opened his eyes. He had begun to go soft again and assumed it had been all over, but there was still unfinished business to attend to, it seemed. His eyes twinkled in the dark, and the drowsiness was losing its grip at once. She kissed him again, and he returned it lightly, and took time to let his tongue explore her mouth slowly, sharing the vague taste of her own blood with the female. He should have taken it easier, but the female had probably not known how good a temptress she had been. His hands wrapped around her and he gave her a slight squeeze before cream hued hands settled on her haps. He loved the feeling of her so close against his body. He shifted his weight slightly to get more comfortable in the sitting position before he slightly raised the female’s hips up some inches before letting her weight join gravity downwards.
Extra sensitive as he was after the orgasm, it did only require a bit of movement teasing his manhood before he felt the blood rush down to the member again. He broke out of the kiss to provide the lungs with large amounts of air, because his body was still screaming for it after the past session, and he needed to control himself this time and take it slow. For her. He pushed her gently up and down and drew deep breaths that ended with sighing exhales of pleasure. The male’s tongue swept tenderly the spot where he had drawn blood. His eyes were drawn to hers, careful to take note of what the female would want him to do this time. He had had it his way, now it was her turn in order to make this complete. Jolts of ecstasy filled him up slowly and made his head find its way to the stars. When this was over and their bodies gave into oblivion, this night would forever be memorized a perfect moment.
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Fading to black, ^=^ (Eh, crappy OnO)
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Cwmfen learned that night that lust was a powerful thing. Because she had never experienced it before, she had never known. But she felt now the full force of its call, and she was powerless to resist it. She wondered suddenly why she had asked Haku to take her once more. Even as she desired him, she realized how weak she had become. Indeed her body was accustom to bellicose hardships, but this act of making love was something entirely different. She was afraid that that her virgin’s body would not be able to withstand the force of his body moving against hers, but it was that same power that attracted her to him, that made her ask again. But as she had moved against him and felt him harden within her, her body trembled with unspeakable delight, blowing away all weariness if only for that moment.
He held her briefly before he took her. With his arms around her, she felt a safety from the troubles of her mind, but she wondered if there was even such a darkness there anymore. “Haku,” she breathed quietly as he gripped her hips. She felt so small and powerless against him, but rather than recoil from it as she would have elsewhere, she reveled it in. For once, she did not want to have to be strong enough. As he moved her, her body responded with equal enthusiasm. He was gentle this time, slow—almost unbearably. He kept his eyes on hers, and she returned his gaze, blushing slightly beneath it. He seemed to respond to every cue her body unintentionally gave to him. As her body pulsed with that ultimate moment of pleasure, she buried her face into his shoulder, pushing her maw into his mane. There, she tried once more—with a little more success—to bite back her cries. She was lost in him, in his darkness....
Tired and in pain, she let oblivion blanket them. She dreamt of ravens, fluttering their dark wings in her mind, brushing her body with their tips. Her skin flinched as they traced paths along her, as if they were Haku’s hands that touched her. The voices of the ancients whispered in her ear, whispers that hissed from the black beak of a large black raven and confirmed her suspicions. She didn’t know whether she was pleased or horrified that she had given her only precious thing to the chocolate male this night believing that she had had nothing to give. The beak clicked mockingly and her mind registered this creature as her Dream. She remembered the sound of those wings and the flashes of those forms as Haku gave her her first orgasm, a thing that was the ultimate union of opposites. Only with this union, the voices had claimed, could she find her Dream, and he had been the one who provided her with that experience. In the end, she decided that there was no other male that would have performed as needed. He had given her so much that night that she wished that there were some way to repay him.
Impossible, the voices hissed as they recoiled back into the darkness, leaving her to drift alone into the limbo of slumber. As she struggled, falling back into the darkness, she realized that she had forced betrayal upon the male, and that she too had betrayed him and his mate.... But the black female could not help but smile.
At least for this one night, she had been his.
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