M [MaMa] -Silicone Belladona
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WARNING: This thread contains material exceeding the general board rating of PG-13. It may contain drug usage. Reader discretion is advised.

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here we go! Let's cross our fingers for that permission, eh?

Isabella swayed under the influence of the smoke, letting the curling tendrils of pearly airborne ash swirl and whorl in the breeze. Her eyes were shut tight against the hot curls as they warmed her face. The flames were miniscule if even there; the ends of the incense sticks were glowing muted crimson, and every time she breathed they flared gold. Maw opened wide, she let the smoke curl into her mouth and she tasted the Mother's energy on her tongue as the tendrils flicked over her tongue. With a quick intake, she exhaled, shooting smoke out into the air. It was a strange little ritual she did, but it was the only way she knew how to honor the Mother's fiery tendencies, and this place was a firetrap in the dry months.


But the incense stick ran out, the last of the fragrant end burning to a pile of ash. She stared at it sullenly, resting on her legs beneath her. It was her last one and it was hardly going to be a good session of worship if she did not have enough to burn. With a grumble, the curvacious woman rose to her feet. There were bits of grass on her knees, and headed in search of that man.


A touch to her belly, and the woman furrowed her brows. Where was that man, that creature she called a mate? A pale white figure approached her, appearance humble, and she let her solemn look soften. Kaoru bobbed his head at his mistress as she asked him where the Thorn in her side was. He gave a serene smile, calm and quiet and knowing. "This way, mistress. Master is here," he said softly, making Isabella tighten her lips once more. "Thorn? Where are you?" she called, her voice demanding as the slave led the way before her. She was all haughty indignity, as though she had been waiting for him and he was the one who was late.

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We better get permission. -shakes fist-

It was a mateship that Thorn truly hadn't seen coming. He was all for rather dominant and female lead relationships, the mother of his offspring back in Russia was exactly that, but falling muzzle over paws for someone her demeanour and her age was rather unusual wasn't it? Not that the white Russian had ever been "usual", whatever that meant, but there were times when he had to question everything around him. The slave that waited on her, her rituals that reminded him of home and her need to prove he was wrong whenever he was. Then he indulged in his secret stash and all his worries and questions floated away in so much smoke and wonder.


Thorn had spent most of his morning field dressing and cubing two rabbits he had helped to catch. Then gathering herbs, wild root vegetables and firewood to complete the course. He had hoped to put together a meal for his mate and himself with perhaps enough left over for the slave that seemed to keep the two of them apart enough to allow their love to work. He had always believed in random shows of affection and wondered now if that was part of their love. The older male had even scavenged what he hoped would make good incense for Izzy and by melding it with rabbit fat it would burn slower and could serve for more rituals. Keeping the good bits of the rabbit and setting them aside for raw eating, the fire was started and Thorn crouched in front of it.


Looking up to see Kaoru in the distance approaching with Izzy the male let a smile burst onto his muzzle. Then hearing her voice Thorn felt a warm feeling move into his stomach. Possibly indigestion, more than likely love and longing. Standing, Thorn walked over and with his tail swishing behind him said in accented english, "sorry you're late, m'love." He grinned like a loon, before putting his arm behind her and turning in the direction of the food and fire. "I've been playing chef today."

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all the fiiist shaaakes

There was a crackling fire going, that Thorn must have lit to prepare the meat she could smell. The iron tang of blood was heavy on the air, surprisingly so for the fact the creatures were so small. Isabella let her stormy eyes move from the rabbits sacrificed for their meal. So that's where the man had been all day long, getting them a meal. Hands rising to her hips, placed firmly on them as she looked at the man that she called a mate. Lips twisted into a half frown as she raised a white brow at his mess. Then he had the audacity to call her late, and apologize for it. All she could do was scoff at him, knowing that if she blew up at him, everything would come out. There were too many skeletons in her closet to let out now.


She let her angry feelings bury themselves deep as the man approached her, all smiles and swishing tail. Kaoru stepped aside, letting the older male come between the two of them. Not that it mattered much at the end of the day; they white slave was definitely a member of this dysfunctional household, so he could happily grin like a fool at the master who inherited him. The Akita trailed behind the two of them, ignoring the look of annoyance crossing the woman's face. It twisted into something that absolutely expressed her indignity. "Excusez-moi?" she said, voice rising to an almost shrill level. "I'm the late one?" He was the one who was late!


But she did have some feelings for the older man who did some providing for her. Still as vicarious as a younger man, it was certainly a treat for her to have someone so worldly and so experienced. The affection burned like a lust in her stomach, kind of like heartburn from a heavy meal. "Did you make me any more sticks, amant," she asked, letting his easy attitude wash over her and ease her annoyed tension. "What are you cooking up for us? Experimenting with rodents again?" added the curvacious woman with a smirk. The slave frowned slightly, sadly, behind the pair as he trailed meekly behind.

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Squee. Let's assume they're outside but there's a house too, nothing fancy but nice.

The fire popped and crackled as the rabbit cooked and the smell made the white male lick his chops without thinking. He had spent all day getting it together and surely when the lovely goddess arrived she would be thankful and want to spend all evening with him. That's what normal creatures did and perhaps even what humans do but Thorn had no concept of either and knew that she would find something to be angry about and he would do everything in his power to both annoy and console her. It was a good system and one such system that let their love to flourish. There were very distinct characteristics that the lady possessed that enthralled Thorn, it allowed him to overlook her flaws. Green eyes fell momentarily on Kaoru and Thorn wondered if he could ever "own" a creature like Izzy did. Despite having households slaves in a few places Thorn stayed in, he wasn't used to one always being around.


Not fond of his statement of lateness Isabella naturally objected but the Russo merely shrugged it off. "It's alright my love, I forgive you. We've all been late now and then." Tamping down a smile he crouched near the fire, adjusting the rabbit over the coals near the edge to regulate the temperature as best he could. The rabbit was a few minutes off from being done and the vegetables resting inside were almost there as well. Rummaging near the fire he pulled out the incense sticks and brandished them momentarily.


Standing and walking over he stood close, smiling as he let a hand drift down her face. "Made you a bunch of sticks added in some rabbit fat so they will burn longer. You can experience the Mother's fire for longer now." A smile this time, but not a looney grin, this time a sweet and honourable smile. A moment's pause before he seemed to 'snap' out of it and addressed the fire. "Rabbit and earth plants, smothered in fire." He did love her, he just showed it in a different way.

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THE POSTING WHILE I HAVE ENERGY.

The man, that cocky man, sat down beside the fire and inspected the meal. Isabella merely stared at him, hands on hips. Then, she crossed her arms over her chest, rather impatient and aggravated at how easy going the other male was. He was so radically different from her, who knew this could have come about? Even though, honestly, they were simply so mismatched that they cared enough for each other to let either do whatever was desired. Kaoru certainly knew the deal that was made between the two of them, and he meekly followed along even if some of it was not quite to his tastes.


But the man redeemed himself as he brandished the sticks. Isabella's eyes sparkled as she took them from his hand, cradling them in her palms. She gave him a genuine smile, though most of it was a cocky sort; she deserved this, of course. She had expected it from him, and he could expect something in return now and then too if he had wanted. She really was a nice person when she wanted to be, but at the end of the day, the man was there for one reason only. And he probably knew it. Not that he cared, nor did she care if he violated whatever sanctity a mateship held. She certainly did and happily let him do what he pleased; as long as he knew where the real loyalties lay, she was content.


Kaoru crouched by the fire, keeping his eyes on the sizzling flesh of the rabbit in case his masters got distracted enough to let them sear beyond taste. He sniffed at the provincial fare, usually cooking for them in the traditional ways he was taught. Granted, little of the traditional food there grew here, such as rice. Isabella, peering at the sticks, had a wicked idea. Perhaps as a thank you for the work the man provided, and the usefulness he had often displayed. "Perhaps after the meal we can both thank our gods in our way." She let him touch her face, though she moved slightly to sever the contact. They were twisted and it worked as best as it could, but neither were lovestruck children blinded to the faults of the other. She could pray in thanks for the grace the Mother had in sending her a man that obeyed and let her be. Even if his gods were not her Mother, they were still praying to her in the end.

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ALL CAPS MEANS IT'S WORKING. I could not stop writing, didn't mean for it to be this long.

The incense sticks hadn't taken very long to craft and even after adding rabbit fat he knew that she would spent many more hours with them than he had. She would use them to worship her Mother, her spirit Mother and all that devotion that poured from her would be sent through the smoke and out. Thorn knew little about 'the Mother' only what Izzy told him and often times he wasn't the most willing recipient for such religious fervour. He kept his own gods very close to his white chest and although they were both pagan, the Russo gods were blends of many different cultures. He couldn't remember the last time he had looked to the heavens, to smoke or to water and asked for guidance. That guidance came from within and often it was ritual and tradition that encouraged him to speak Their names aloud and follow the rites long ago others had forgotten. Nevertheless he knew the power of these rituals and rites and wanted to do whatever he could for Isabella to help her with her own rites of spiritual and religious nature.


The touch of her face sent a spark through him and he let the cocky smile slid and the goofiness that often he put on simply to get attention and a reaction from her. He was too old to be jealous or to worry that she might leave him, he knew that it was far more likely that Nature itself would decide when their mateship would end. He didn't like to think of the finality of life but at his age he knew he had maybe two full revolutions of the seasons before he really started to feel his age; if that. At the same time he could appreciate their relationship more and more because they were so different and often managed to get on every single nerve the other one had. There was also the make-up aspect of their relationship and the worst the fight the better that… discussion afterwards could be. Like right now, he thought to himself as she broke contact after his caress. Many would fume because she seemed like she didn't like him but he knew that the contact was the important bit not that breaking of contact. His tail wagged and he nodded his head. He would celebrate with his own scented smoke and she would celebrate with the incense.


A thought occurred and he waved at Kaoru to bring the food over, if it was a little bit rare then so be it, they were wild animals after all, no matter how civilized. "If you would like," Thorn began setting out on a cloth for them to sit on, "when you are through with your worship for the day you can join me in mine. It may be too much smoke for you though, I would hate to see anything happen to my perfect Izzy's lungs." The smirk was back. He gestured for the Lady of the home to sit and waited for Kaoru to bring the food.

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finished test early, have a post lmao

The slave peered up at the motion of one of his masters, blue eyes capturing the motion. There was only a curt nod and the Akita began to fumble with the meat. There were plates - old ceramics properly cleaned by him - and the meat was piled onto each. It was clearly still somewhat bloody; the red grease swirled out of it, even if the meat had been fairly lean to begin with. All meat would sweat the sickly oils and this way there was less of if in their guts. But their ancestors had enjoyed it hadn't they? For the nourishment?


As the white slave prepped their meal, Isabella delicately, and gracefully, sat herself down on the cloth her mate had offered her. She folded silk beneath her legs and folded those beneath her. Thick, slightly curled tail covered her feet as she waited for the slave to bring the meat and for her lover to sit himself down. She patted the cloth beside her and waited for him to plant himself there. Kaoru approached with the plates carefully balanced in his experienced hands. There was no shake to them but there was a cook of concentration on his face; they were not quite so heavy, but he dare not spill unless he wanted punishment. And often he was more than good enough to avoid something bad, but why risk it.


"Chère, are you inviting me to claim some of your private reserves?" she asked innocently, plucking a piece of meat from the plate now sitting before her. The slave moved off to sit out of sight but in ready distance behind the pair of them. Why sully such a lovely moment by his presence, handsome as he was? As Isabella chewed, she carefully let the juice slip down her throat rather than down her chin. She had an image to maintain. "Perhaps we can do both at the same time. An incense stick will meld with what you have, surely?" Isabella had helped provide the scented oils for the sticks, but it was the other man who now often made them for her. His technique was so much better than hers. Impulsively, the woman picked a piece of roast off Thorn's plate and offered it to him with her delicate fingers, almost a loving gesture if she wasn't truly kissing up to him so he would share his precious commodity.

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Russian word is "beloved." Sorry this took so long.

Thorn stood and watched the slave bring the sizzling meat with its swirling juices to Izzy. The meat hadn't been on the fire very long but he could smell the char on the meat where it rested against the hot coals and could almost taste the sweetness of the root vegetables and protein richness of the meat. His own meals always served to wake up his stomach. He could eat raw meat, although he liked the warmth the fire brought to the protein he could eat it without. There was something to be said for charred, warm and oily meat fresh from the fire.


He watched Isabella sit, seeing her grace and the strong but delicate way she seemed to do everything. She was always poised, always ready and yet never seemed to need to go or do anything. Thorn saw her as a strong lady of leisure with a mind full of things she wanted to do but never knowing what that might be. The elder Russo often wondered how she did it, how she kept up that poise and strength without occasionally just letting go. He had tried before to remain strong, courageous and formal. It lasted maybe a day before the white wolf got weak, scared and hippie-ish. You can't make a deer not run from a wolf and you can't make a Thorn not run towards green smoke. Sitting down he briefly, fleetingly contemplated sitting in a pose similar to Izzy but decided against it in favour of cross-legged with his kilt draped around his legs and knees. The moment his bottom hit the ground he grasped a small piece of meat and put it in his mouth smiling as he chewed.


When his love spoke Thorn smirked, just a little smile out of the corner of his mouth while he chewed. He swallowed before speaking. "What's mine is yours, my любимая. My reserves can always be replenished." Her decision (for it was a decision when Isabella spoke, not a suggestion) was a good one and Thorn let recently licked clean fingers stroke his chin. Before he could speak though Isabelle offered him a piece of meat and despite his efforts his tail thumped happily behind him. Taking it gently he mimicked the gesture, his grin widening. He considered the thought of an incense stick and his "reserves" mingling and had a tiny eureka moment. "Perhaps I can make a stick with rabbit fat, your scented oils and a little of my reserve oil to make a stick of union. Would only require us to burn one stick." Genius.

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do not be worrying <33

Isabella smiled as she chewed, cocking her head at the other man with a contemplative look. He was so unlike her in almost every way, though their similarities helped keep them balanced even if they seemed as though they were always teetering on the edge together. Isabella had a sharper tongue and shrewish nature and Thorn was much more laid back and flowing - if that was even a way to describe a person. Sometimes they could come head to head, but in the end, they seemed to flow back into each other. Him like the smoke he so favored, and she like the stream of water on her Mother's great surface.


"One of these days, you'll have to tell me how you grow it, chère," she cooed, voice like honey enticing the flies to it. She could be sickly sweet if she so desired, if she put in a little bit of effort. But it was much easier to be the sugared lemon, sweet at first and pungently sour in the end. If she wanted something, it was easy to tell by the way her nature turned from hot pepper to whipped cream. "To be a burden on you is not the point," she added, carefully wiping her lips with a delicate hand.


"Ah, a mix?" she asked, perking up. Her back straightened; she had hardly realized she had begun to slouch when she had fed him that piece of meat. Would such a mixture be possible? "If you think it would work, we should do it. It'd be an interesting mix and save us both the time, mm, mon garçon doux," she finished off with a coo, patting him lovingly on the cheek. She ate the rest of her meat as gracefully as she could for the speed at which she popped them into her mouth. She was half surprised that she did not spit it out from choking on the tasty morsels. It was the least she could do but savor them, even if she was eating quickly.


"Let's go, lover. Or would you rather I prepare the shrine for us?" she asked when finished, taking a rough linen scrap and patting down her chin with it in case of rogue fat dripping off it. Isabella was leaning forward with anticipation, her arms pushing out her chest even further.

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The book title is an actual book published in the 70s. Yay research.

Thorn wondered in a back room of his mind why he had never had these kinds of conversations with his mate back in Russia. They had never really done the lovey-dovey kinds of exchanges, just enjoyed each others company and created two interesting children. Their union had been born of compatible genetics not complimenting personalities. It was different with Izzy though, there was passion there and the clash of personalities added to the fire. It didn't hurt matters that she also enjoyed the wondrous green smoke.


Isabella commented on how he grew the green plant and the white Russian gave a smile and shook his head, "there's a lot of love and a book called 'Super Grass Growers Guide.'" He gave a wink and wiped his mouth with the back of his furry hand. The idea of a mix, to infuse both her scented oils with his Mary-Jane oils was not something entirely new, he had tried it once before when his mate had left for reasons completely unknown to him for a few days. He had experimented them with different oils and sticks in hopes of making a blend that would be pungent enough for him but still serve their purpose within ritual for the fair Lady. He had created first something horrid, but he didn't realize that until he woke up the next day white head swimming and then something rather weak but acceptable. Knowing now what he didn't know then he should be able to mix something in between with the aid of the rabbit fat he had melted off and collected in a small glass prescription bottle.


Watching her finish supper so quickly Thorn hastened away a smile, green eyes alight with a tiny whisper of joy. Tail wagging gently he slowly stood, lending down a hand for Isabella to assist her to stand. The Russian glanced at the raw organs he had left as a treat, mentally reminding himself to come back and devour them after the smoke had begun to take its effect. Picking up a few things he needed and the rabbit fat, Thorn patted the messenger bag to make sure the small bottle of green and black sticky oil was still there. A smile when he found it and he let Isabella lead the way. "We can prepare the sticks here m'love or we can make them near your shine. Lady's choice."

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I must have that pamphlet

The woman thought for a brief moment, then smiled coyly at him. "Near the shrine, then. Make it faster." She was eager, almost overeager, but she could hardly be blamed for it. The moment the drugs slipped into her bloodstream, she felt a higher connection to the great Mother, as though the inhalation of the natural smokey oil added her soul blending with the essence the Mother gave everywhere. The burning of something grown on the Mother's deep, rich soil and infused with her essence released the tendrils of reaching hands into her heart. She always felt so heavy after she came down from the high, as though the absence was weighing so heavily on her soul. It only solidified her belief, and made her more devout. But that hardly meant she was pious at all.


The man offered her his hand - as he should as her male counterpart- and the woman seized the still steady grip and rose with a little bit of a stumble, which she disguised with a bend to brush away some grass. She cleared her throat and the slave approached them. He bobbed at the waist and looked serenely up. Whenever the master and the mistress, especially the mistress, indulged in their green desires, he found his presence much less missed and he was free to do what he wanted without their permission. But he was always ready to return when they descended from their mentally lofty place.


"The shrine clean, Mistress," he said demurely, as he straightened his back. Isabella nodded her head to him and waved him on so that he might lay out the rug and the cushions. They would sit on those and make themselves comfortable in case any scenario popped up while they experienced the Mother's essence. Isabella took his wrist in her grasp and tugged. "Let's go, mon homme; your woman demands we get this show on the road, as it were." She pulled him behind her, letting her hips and tail sway behind her as she led him by the hand forward. Kaoru had gone ahead and the soft things had been laid down before the shrine, though the candles were unlit.

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