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i feel a bad moon rising - karaugh - Ivar - 10-14-2017
RE: i feel a bad moon rising - karaugh - Karaugh - 10-14-2017 Once she was sure any longing eyes were out of view she shifted into her more naturally unnatural form. Cutting swiftly into the canopy of flames, to the darkness she so admired. The rapid beating of her wings brought her effortlessly closer to her ridgeline. Her home. Tucked into the rocky region was a few caverns. Her favorite was hidden just a little farther up. It's entrance draped in vine overgrowth. She did not immediately go to it after her diplomatic visit. There was a thurst that needed to be sated. The forests offered a variety of options but her favorite was an unsuspecting equine. Every so often one ventured a little too far from home. So when her heat sensors picked up on a figure lurking about the outer edge of Sylva she became intruiged on who her next meal would be... Whoever it was looked as if they were searching for something, someone. Setting her hunger aside for curiousity she dove in a bit closer before morphing into her equine state with leathery wings folded at her sides. The heat signature fades to reveal more natural colors and... A devious grin curls her lips as she knows just who it was, "Well, well, well... What have we here?!" She coos in delight. The pied stallion wasted little time in accepting her offer but she wonders which he has come for. "Bored without me?" She questions rhetorically. "I'm afraid your a tad early for the kingdoms party," she strides forward to his side. "I suppose we could start the festivities early though," she gives him a flirtatious glance before dragging her eyes across his sloped shoulders. She waits for his thoughts before continuing further... Karaugh illicit daughter of nymphetamine and killgore HTML by Call RE: i feel a bad moon rising - karaugh - Ivar - 10-15-2017
RE: i feel a bad moon rising - karaugh - Karaugh - 10-15-2017 There is a thick hanging of lust in the air. Whether of flesh or blood - maybe both - it mattered little in the moment. In his reaching out to her a familiar tingle radiates down her spine. Ebony traced ears capture his statement but words escape her as his teeth bare down on her withers firmly. A quick gasp of air escapes instead. Leaning into him as he takes control. The slight release allows her to shift her wings as a grin curls her ebony lips. Dark chocolate eyes bore into his to find what passion drove him to her territory. Surely flesh was plentiful elsewhere. Blood filled every inhabitant in Beqanna. His remark earlier suggested disinterest in the kingdoms invite. So she inquires in an airy breath against his slick scales, "What do you really want Ivar?" For once her question was sincere in requiring an answer, be it words or actions. Her wing lifts slightly. The bony finger - placed at the joint of the span - tracing lightly along the slope of his shoulder. She wanted to know his deepest desires. Learn them. Taste them. Push him to the limits to see how much he could truly handle. She was not his meek queen. She would not lie down in submission willingly. He'd have to earn that... Karaugh illicit daughter of nymphetamine and killgore HTML by Call @[Ivar] RE: i feel a bad moon rising - karaugh - Ivar - 10-15-2017
RE: i feel a bad moon rising - karaugh - Karaugh - 10-16-2017 Ironic how his answer gives her no clarity at all. Still she grins a devilish grin at his word. The dragging of her single claw down his scaled shoulder ends with a lashing of his jowls. There is an instant sharp pain on the bone that tauts her wingspan. Instinctively she retracts it to her side, a chuckle emitted thru a winced grin. "That's not very nice," she hisses. In a mere second she shifts her wings away to free her of the burden. Exchanging them for two canines to descend from her upper jaw. And in that same second they are pressing against his throat. The hunger in her willing her to puncture thru the impenetrable scales but she resists. Instead she holds him briefly as he had her. Gauging his reaction of being controlled... When satisfied she gently eases pressure. Releasing her jaw slightly to allow her fangs to glide down his jugular. Each new scale they slide across sending a new sensation coursing through their adrenaline filled veins. She could be both. Pleasure and pain. As her jawline met his chest she released him fully. Ebony lips trailing to his withers. To the very spot he had used to force her to him. She does not offer the same bite there. Brushing over the scales almost tenderly. Aligning her golden body perpendicular to his gave her an advantage if he should react harshly. Though somehow suspects that he may enjoy the dangerous concoction as much as she. That her willingness to stroke his ego with submission and tempt him further into the depths of pleasure with her assertiveness will reign over the need for blood...for now. Just as her lips are traveling from wither to the soft spot right behind his forelimb her heighten hearing picks out a call through the canopy. The party is beginning. Though they have already begun she inquires, "Did you wish to join the others gathering? Or are you satisfied right where you are?" Karaugh illicit daughter of nymphetamine and killgore HTML by Call RE: i feel a bad moon rising - karaugh - Ivar - 10-17-2017
RE: i feel a bad moon rising - karaugh - Karaugh - 10-17-2017 Diligently she watches his reactions. Noting how he raises his pied face to allow her full length of his muscular neck. He was rather trusting in the fact that she would not be able to puncture his scaled flesh. After all she was armed better than an ordinary equine. Too often though sins of the flesh won over primal hunger. As she continued her exploration of his senses, he was quick to not let her move off too far. She had no intentions on going anywhere if he did not wish to exercise their need someplace else. When his lips cross the spot he had anchored onto early her spine dips. Exaggerating the curvature of her swayed back. Ebony lips had been venturing down the length of his foreleg when the pressure increases. She reacts with a nip to his tendon before throwing her golden head up. A soft snort flutters out her nares just before he moves again. This time positioning himself much as she had done to him. Apparently he was satisfied where they were. Bony blades prick along her soft hide. The familiarity of her predicament causes her to smirk, Stillwater. The name causes a flushing of her heart - though Ivar would be unaware as the exactly why. The memories of those nights flood back to her. The want to give him, Ivar what he so desired and more becomes stronger. Causing the muscles in her neck to flex between his jaws. Pressing into his razor edged teeth just enough to puncture her flesh. A slow beading of blood flows onto his lips. The smirk on her own curl tighter into a demonic grin. Taunting words of seduction vibrate up her throat, "What are you waiting for Ivar?"... Karaugh illicit daughter of nymphetamine and killgore HTML by Call RE: i feel a bad moon rising - karaugh - Ivar - 10-17-2017
RE: i feel a bad moon rising - karaugh - Karaugh - 10-18-2017 Crimson red fluid leaks down the length of her neck. Creating a trail that he smears across her golden flesh. The depths of her eyes find his as he releases his grip to momentarily stare into her bottomless gaze. Her lips pressed thin in focus. Ebony ears twist to catch his question but it is only answered with an anticipated bite of her lower lip as he is moving once again. Sensual touches of pleasure glide down her body. Each calculated caress is met with a trembling of flesh. Shocking her heart to beat harder against the cage that confines it. She does not watch as he moves down her side. Eyes shuttered close to feel his lips more deeply... Until there is pain. With a surprised jolt she lunges forward. Ebony tail tucked tightly to her buttocks. Her forelimbs reach, pulling her body quickly from where she had stood. A sharp turn to the right she sees the pleasure in his predatory face. Red staining his pale lips. She grins when her wings shift to her sides and unfurl just as she leaps from the ridge line they had perch themselves atop. If he wished to hunt, let him hunt... Gliding down from the hidden nook her leathery wings remained tucked to her sides until she is just above the canopy of Sylva. Another shift and she is diving under the trees as a creature of night. Using chirps to guide her within the shadows. Heading towards the heart of the kingdom. Coming to rest against the brittle bark of a maple. Tiny ears flicker to a familiar voice coming not far off, Gryffen. She waits as the mousy blood-sucker. Waits until she sees his heat signature weaving thru the trees. As he is stalking past where she had concealed herself, she shifts again. Back into the golden temptress, muddy wings folded tightly to her sides. Appearing behind him, he turns to her, a need growing as he comes to her side. Pulling her tightly to his chest as he forces his weight onto her back. She bares the added pounds as she slides her hindquarter under him. A slightly exaggerating dip to her spine. What do you want Karaugh? As intruiging of a question as it is, and of all the answers she could give, she reflects his own previous answer... "Everything." It's the only word that's whispered from her fanged grin. Twisting her nape to view him gripping her hips with his forelimbs. Drawing her in tightly against his own thighs. He leans forward to grasp a section of ebony tresses. With the added leverage he thrusts harder. Deeper. Bracing herself against him she takes it all. She takes everything he has to give until he reaches ecstasy and there is no more to take. His tighten muscles flex and relax. Slowly his position slips away as he releases her from under him. She expands her accessories to stretch before bringing them in again. Turning to face him and walk forwards. Brushing against the length of his frame, as the clawed finger drags across his spine. Continuing to walk past his heaving, sweat beaded body, she looks into the shadows. She can hear them indulging themselves in all aspects of the party. Satisfied though she shifts and flies off into the darkness without so much as a second glance to her partner... Karaugh illicit daughter of nymphetamine and killgore HTML by Call |