I get my lovin' on the run

Rikka de le Poer · 03-25-2010, 09:40 PM

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s'all good with me! 300+

Rikka wasn't into anything particularly out of the ordinary either. The simple expression of life and love was enough to satisfy her wants. She'd tried some things and liked them, others not so much, but when the original was so good she didn't see the need to add too much to it. Not to mention she was perfectly happy in the direction they were going. As long as it felt good, the hybrid woman would be pleased. Golden Lykoi eyes sparkled up at him as he once again drank in her form, though with both his eyes and his hand this time. As his hand moved down her front a pleasurable purr vibrated in her chest, legs spreading slightly with the anticipation of his touch. It had been so long and she was already so excited that moisture had already gathered between her folds, just waiting for some attention.

Then it came and her head rolled back, a contented moan rising from her throat. Her nerves were alert and every little touch sent an electric spark to course through her. One of her hands held the back of his head as his teeth ran along her neck, head rolling to the side to let him get where he wanted. Not only was Rurik handsome, but he certainly knew how to treat a woman. Not that she had doubted his abilities for a second, but it was nice to be proven correct. As his fingers continued to caress and explore her warmth her legs opened even wider, her heart rate rising and breathe becoming more shallow. Hips began to follow along with the motions of his skilled fingers, increasing the sensation even more. She was careful not to get too swept away though, wanting to save the best for the main event, so to speak.

The Russo also seemed eager to move things along when she was once again repositioned so that she was laying on top of him while he was on the ground. Rikka's hair fell in her face as she hovered above him, grinning like the cat who had caught the canary. She leaned down for another taste of his lips, one hand pressed against his chest. Then she rose back up, expertly positioning herself above him, and slowly lowered herself onto his manhood. Eyes closed in ecstasy as their two bodies became one. "Mmmmmm," she purred before looking back down at him, wanting to make sure her own pleasure was mirrored on his features.

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Rurik Russo · 04-05-2010, 04:06 AM

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Excitement coursed through the silver-furred man's whole body; he felt almost as if everything from his toes to the tip of his tail was vibrating with energy. She was so very pretty and so very perfect; open to everything and advancing forward on him to start with. Rurik was rather used to having to woo the ladies, rather than the other way around—it was not so often that he was bowled over so completely with a woman. There were no worries of commitment and running away in his mind; that might come later, but for now the silver-furred Russian was completely content to lose himself in her. The inches between their bodies seemed to stretch forever, and he watched with certain fascination as she lowered her curvaceous body over him, pausing for a moment to catch his lips in hers. A visible shudder ran through his body and he closed his eyes; his hands roved over her thighs, drawing his fingers though the thick, soft mess of golden-gray fur there.

There was a moment of suspended animation as her warmth slid over him, their bodies finally meeting where it mattered most—instinctively he arched his back and lifted his hips to push forward further into her, a long growl-sigh of contentment escaping his throat. There was no better place in the whole wide world than where he was right now; the whites of his brilliant, sky-colored eyes showed as they rolled back slightly, and he began moving his hips slowly, gently at first, barely keeping a rhythm as he did. A vague circular pattern emerged from these noncommittal movements, steadily increasing in pace and adapting to her own movements as the moments ticked by. Of course, he was enjoying this immensely, and it showed in his facial expression, a rather glazed look coming to his face, the traces of a faint, supremely pleased grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. His hands gripped at her hips suddenly and pushed her down, grinding upward into her as he did so, burying himself to the hilt in her. He held himself in this position for a moment, their bodies pushed as close together as he could manage before he began rocking upwards into her again, using the same maddeningly slow, teasing sort of pace that steadily grew in fervor, becoming more insistent as he explored the depths of her pleasure.

Rikka de le Poer · 04-08-2010, 05:33 PM

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:o 300+

She enjoyed her pot, but there was no better high than the one the two of them were making for each other right now. Whereas marijuana relaxed and calmed her, this excited and thrilled her. It was a completely different feeling and she liked this one best. Rikka thrived on life and there was nothing that made you feel so alive as lovemaking. She did consider it lovemaking, but not in the traditional sense that most did. There was no binding connection to her partners outside of the moments they shared together, but there was no doubt in her mind that she loved them. She had loved everyone she had been with, but that didn't mean that she wanted to spend the rest of her life with them. The de le Poer had tried that once, and it hadn't worked out. This was much more enjoyable, and much safer as well. There were no expectations beyond this moment. She loved the freedom of it.

Rurik's hips arched to meet her and she gasped, her fingers digging into his fur. Golden orbs closed, her head rolling back, mouth agape, loosing herself in the feel of him wrapped inside of her. She agreed, there really was nothing better and no better place to be. He slowly began to move, even the soft friction making the corners of her lips turn upward again. As a more steady pace emerged she joined her movements in with his, both their bodies picking up steam. Her claws gently traced over his chest and torso appreciatively, though she was careful not to break the skin. Unexpectedly his hands forced her hips down as he pushed himself completely into her and a prolonged whine leaked from her throat. Oh, he was good. He was very, very good.

He continued then, and the pace was maddeningly slow, yet it felt so wonderful. Rikka leaned forward, her tongue and teeth teasing against his neck again. She tasted him like a fine wine, enjoying all the subtleties of his scent and flavor. His thrusting became more insistent and she grabbed one of his biceps. "Oooooh Rurik..." she moaned, her pulse throbbing heavily in her head. Her hips moved with his', urging him forward. Her tongue traced along his jaw, coming back to his lips and it flicked at them playfully. Heat flushed her body as they continued their sensual escapade. It could have been summer for all she knew now.

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Rurik Russo · 04-15-2010, 06:27 AM

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Some things in Rurik were very typical where it came to his sexual attitudes. He disliked commitment in its entirety, and such things often scared him off—that was rather typical, especially when it came to the male gender. However, despite his womanizing, despite his sexual appetite, he was still curious about men—he knew he'd slept with one (he couldn't quite remember it, though), and he had found them attractive before. That was certainly atypical, especially from what Rurik knew of the world—his family didn't really talk about sex, and while it wasn't totally taboo, they just didn't share some things. His brothers were boastful sons of bitches, but they didn't share the dirty details of their love lives.

There was nothing quite like forgetting who he was in these moments, and he began to drift away, rocking into her steadily. As the moments ticked slowly by he increased his pace in fervor, building steadily. His hands roved over her constantly, brushing against her hips and running over the curves over torso, teasing his fingers at her nipples for a moment before he moved again, drawing his hands down over her hips and legs again. As she leaned forward to greet his flesh with her mouth again he practically purred, tilting his head back and away, his body shuddering upward, breaking pace for just a moment before he regained it. She was like fire and water and electric all at once, tearing down and around through his body. Her lips touched his again and his mouth clutched for hers, his tongue reaching forward to greet hers. His hands continued their touching as if he wanted to know every inch of her, tracing over her back and drawing down around her buttocks, gripping at them and directing her motion with gentle pressure, angling himself deeper into her at the same moment.

Rikka de le Poer · 04-15-2010, 06:52 PM

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Shall we start to wrap up? 300+

Men may have been her preference, but Rikka didn't have any qualms shacking up with other women either. In fact she rather enjoyed doing so every once in a while. Making love with another woman was very different than making love with a man. Females were often more sensual and gentle and knew those little places that it drove you crazy to be touched. There was something to be said for that, but for the most part she liked to be with men. Perhaps because her attitudes about lovemaking and commitment ran along similar lines to that of males. Rikka wasn't a monogamous creature and she didn't have any desire for a committed relationship. She didn't want to be tied down or to have her heart so vulnerable. This was the lifestyle she preferred and had no plans to deviate from.

The smell of the sea clung to his pelt and his motions reminded her of the waves, changing from slow and steady to powerful and furious. She thought it would be wonderful to make love with him in the water, that it would compliment his style and bring them to a new height of passion. Rikka sincerely hoped that they would both get that opportunity sometime, though she was very much pleased with what they had going on now. His hands traced over her entire body, giving her the illusion of an all-encompassing embrace. It took her breath away. Their lips and tongues met again and an arm wrapped around the back of his neck, holding them close. Her tongue pressed inside his mouth just as he was pressing himself into her. It massaged Rurik's own tongue and she moaned into their kiss as he gripped her buttocks and pushed further into her garden. The woman melted into their extreme connection and she could feel the pressure mounting in her loins. A golden hand traced teasingly down his side as her hips pressed against him more forcefully.

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Rurik Russo · 04-16-2010, 08:01 AM

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Yes'm! 400

Of course, it was no big secret that Rurik preferred the female gender—he was something of a womanizer, of course, though unlike most of his kind, he sometimes stuck around for a little while, especially when he had some responsibility or stake. Verusha would be one to attest to that; many other men in the world would have split at the first word of her pregnancy. Luperci didn't always make good fathers, and Rurik often wondered how well he had done—he at least seemed to entertain a good relationship with his younger children, no matter how distant his elder ones seemed. Even despite his preferences, it was of course never beyond him to take a man home for the night. Rurik's questionnaire when considering sexual partners essentially consisted of two things: firstly, whether or not the subject in question was canine, and secondly, whether or not the subject in question had a pulse. If it met both of those, he was fine with it—although, if he had stopped a second to think about it, he might have put an age minimum of his daughter's age.

The silver-furred werewolf knew, though, he was quite lucky to have snagged such a pretty little flower—for all his worldly experience, he really hadn't seen any that were quite so pretty as Rikka. Maybe if he had been thinking, he wouldn't have done these things with Gabriel's sister—then again, maybe it was for that very reason he was so into her. Not that he'd ever know—to Rurik's conscious mind, his connection with Gabriel was purely platonic. The golden-furred woman's movement, her warmth, everything about her... well, if Rurik wasn't so phobic of commitment, he would have been infatuated. Groaning to himself under his breath, he arched his body upward again, sliding in and out of her feverishly, his hips shifting from side to side as he entered her fully each time, moving in time with her.

There was a lovely tightness beginning to take hold of his body, naturally radiating from between his legs, growing steadily tighter and hotter as he bucked upwards into her, his lips and tongue entwined with hers. His hands had ceased movement for the moment, entwining his fingers with the soft, long fur of her thighs, gripping her flesh tightly as he moved closer toward his inevitable end with each movement of his body.

Rikka de le Poer · 04-17-2010, 06:14 PM

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wewt! 300+

She couldn't deny that there were some of her partners that she was more attracted to than others. Some she was with once and then never set eyes on them again and some she had an ongoing tryst with. It wasn't hard to find men that weren't looking for commitment, especially not in the commune. It had been pretty "free range" up there. There were some couples that were more or less together for good, but they also didn't close their beds off to the possibility of a ménage à trois. Rikka had done this a time or two, but preferred to keep her sexual relations to a one-on-one basis. There was an odd dynamic to adding more numbers to the mix that she wasn't exactly fond of, though she couldn't pinpoint exactly why. Unfortunately she hadn't completely escaped hurting anyone. There had been a few that had pursued her for an actual relationship and she had had to shoot them down. She didn't like having to hurt anyone, but that ship had sailed for her. She had tried it and she had only gotten her heart broken. The de le Poer woman wasn't going to let it happen again.

Rurik's hips no longer slowed in the pace and only grew steadily faster and more urgent. They were both quickly climbing to the peak of their hedonistic pleasure. He bucked into her relentlessly and she could feel her womanly folds tighten around his penetrating length. Her lungs screamed for air and she had to disentangle herself from her mouth. Gasping in air her back arched provocatively and her head was thrown back. Golden eyes were clamped shut and her claws dug into the ground beside Rurik's head, the pressure and tension was almost too much to bear. And then sweet bliss exploded between them and she cried out, the strong waves of pleasure washing throughout her form and consuming her completely. Her body shuddered in the wake of the orgasm, her womanhood contracted tightly around him. It had been a long time since her last, but it had been worth it, the feelings more intense from the span of time that had elapsed. This release was exactly what she had needed.

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Rurik Russo · 04-20-2010, 05:06 AM

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402, your post last post? :O

Maybe it was strange a creature like Rurik had grown up to be so phobic of commitment; after all, his grandparents had been together the better part of a decade now, and his parents trailed right behind them, headed the same way. Most of his elder family had managed to pair off, but... the younger generations had not done the same. Of all his siblings, only Ivan had settled down and taken a lasting mate to his knowledge. Maybe the others had failed relationships he didn't know about—hell, the only evidence he had that Zharky was even sexually active was the existence of her children. Sex and relationships were something Rurik's family tended not to talk about. No doubt that this aided the idea that Rurik would never know of his homosexual brother—Strannik kept that part of himself well-concealed and guarded away, afraid it would shame the rest of the Russos (though, in actuality, most of the clan would have been quite alright with it—they were not aggressive or homophobic toward gay outsiders).

The fire that had started to grow within him burned and tightened exquisitely, drawing the muscles of his back, stomach, and thighs taut. She reared back and away from him, and his squeezed-shut eyes opened once more along with his mouth, just the tips of his teeth showing in a grin that was steadily shifting from sloppy to animalistic as he drew closer to his own end. His eyes roved over her body as it writhed over him, lovely and desirable and positively gorgeous all at once. The mindblowing idea that he had managed to ensnare this crossed his mind for an instant before the ability to think slipped away from him, lost in the shudders of her pleasure as she throbbed around him. His back arched upwards and he heaved a final time, a rather guttural cry escaping his throat, stars exploding in his eyes and obscuring his vision as he orgasmed. A few moments later he came to, the fog fading slowly from his head. For the first time in a while he was aware he was lying on cold snow—though now his back was most certainly soaked, most of it melted from the heat they'd generated. His chest heaved and he drew in a long breath, holding it a moment before he exhaled, lifting his tired head and grinning at her appreciatively.

Rikka de le Poer · 04-20-2010, 05:15 PM

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shore! 300+

It probably wasn't any surprise that Rikka had issues with committed relationships; she didn't have any stable relationship to base any kind of hope or goal on. Her mother and father hadn't stayed together, both moving on to have litters with different people. Her brother had had a mate, but she had never been around to see him with Faolin, and now he too was alone, the relationship having fallen apart. When she had been younger she had thought to be with one person, she had loved Tedros, but he had betrayed her, and with another man no less. The pain of that was only a dull ache in her chest now, but she had realized after that that such a life was not meant for her. Perhaps not meant for any Lykoi or de le Poer. Sometimes that thought made her sad, but she had come to accept that it was simply the way things were for her. She had her lovers, but their lives stayed separate and usually eventually drifted apart altogether. Rikka was happy though, and figured it was better that way.

Rikka was lost in the motions, lost in the extreme pleasure. Her mind had shut off and now she was simply a creature of urges and desires, and those desires were being fulfilled to their height. Her hands had moved to grasp tightly on his shoulders, feeling she might lose all sense of the world if she didn't keep herself anchored to his strong form. Only faintly she felt his motions stop and heard his own noise of release. Readily she accepted his seed, not fearing the possible consequences of their union. In fact if he could give her children she would welcome them readily. Even if she didn't want pups, she wouldn't have had the state of mind to remove herself from him. Such a though wouldn't have crossed her mind for a split second.

Her own clouded head began to clear and eyes shining with afterglow beamed down at him, a very contented grin on her lips. Rikka didn't remove herself yet, and she leaned down to plant a soft kiss on his chest. A sort of purr rumbled in her throat as her hands ran over his arms, still exulting in the feel of him beneath her. This was, without a doubt, the best afternoon she had had in quite a long time.

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