10-14-2017, 09:38 PM
look what you made me do.
He can glamour himself into anything a heart desires. He could illusion himself into what she craves most. He does not penetrate into her dark heart to seek the truth for he feels he knows it already. She has followed him to the end and back a hundred times already. If she does not desire him now then she never will. Thana does not let him down. She never does. There’s a thrilling quiver in the depths of her shaded eyes. No rebuff on his intentions, instead she pushes against his pale flesh and writhes against him.
Fuck Me, she croons.
He pounces.
A rush of red and white as he devours his wolf, his scorching kisses are hard pressed against her cobalt skin. Stained teeth suck and pluck at the sensitive flesh along the slope of her nape, the exposed tissue between her ribs, the hidden parts beneath her thighs. His bite is rough as his jaws snap and pull against the smooth feminine curve of her hip. Pressing hard enough to leave teeth marks in it’s wake. To taste her blood and bruise her beneath him will bring just as much pleasure as the actual penetration.
He is well experienced in the ways of sex but he has never actually cared if the willing or unwilling partner enjoyed it or not. It had always been about him and him alone. This time… It’s not so much that he needs her approval. He wants to coax it from her just as he coaxes himself inside her. With a soul just as bloody as his, he doesn't doubt what will get her off.
As the anticipation builds, he moves behind her to stake his claim. His teeth grasp at the muscled part of her haunch (as if he has never watched the sashay of her curvaceous ass before him and thought to consume it) and pulls her back to him. Rising on top of her, hooves dig into her sides and his muzzle moves expertly towards the back of her neck. Pulling hard at the tendrils of raven locks that fall there towards him just as he slides himself within her. The moment she parts and yields, he is lost in primal desire. Teeth rake across her withers, hooves pinching against her ribs. He groans with his need for her, she is pure and untouched which makes her all the more enjoyable.
Tight. Warm. Pulsing. Frenzied.
Sing for me blue bird.
His “love” bites cover her backside long before he finds his satisfaction within her. The way she writhes beneath him, the throaty gasps of excited breath. There is only so long he can hold back before he explodes and he is damp and tired by the time he slides off her. Tongue running along the back of her leg, tasting the beads of sweat that have formed along dark fur among other things.
There is a rare peace that falls over him as he comes to her side, calm and appeased. Once more, she has proved more than satisfactory.
Fuck Me, she croons.
He pounces.
A rush of red and white as he devours his wolf, his scorching kisses are hard pressed against her cobalt skin. Stained teeth suck and pluck at the sensitive flesh along the slope of her nape, the exposed tissue between her ribs, the hidden parts beneath her thighs. His bite is rough as his jaws snap and pull against the smooth feminine curve of her hip. Pressing hard enough to leave teeth marks in it’s wake. To taste her blood and bruise her beneath him will bring just as much pleasure as the actual penetration.
He is well experienced in the ways of sex but he has never actually cared if the willing or unwilling partner enjoyed it or not. It had always been about him and him alone. This time… It’s not so much that he needs her approval. He wants to coax it from her just as he coaxes himself inside her. With a soul just as bloody as his, he doesn't doubt what will get her off.
As the anticipation builds, he moves behind her to stake his claim. His teeth grasp at the muscled part of her haunch (as if he has never watched the sashay of her curvaceous ass before him and thought to consume it) and pulls her back to him. Rising on top of her, hooves dig into her sides and his muzzle moves expertly towards the back of her neck. Pulling hard at the tendrils of raven locks that fall there towards him just as he slides himself within her. The moment she parts and yields, he is lost in primal desire. Teeth rake across her withers, hooves pinching against her ribs. He groans with his need for her, she is pure and untouched which makes her all the more enjoyable.
Tight. Warm. Pulsing. Frenzied.
Sing for me blue bird.
His “love” bites cover her backside long before he finds his satisfaction within her. The way she writhes beneath him, the throaty gasps of excited breath. There is only so long he can hold back before he explodes and he is damp and tired by the time he slides off her. Tongue running along the back of her leg, tasting the beads of sweat that have formed along dark fur among other things.
There is a rare peace that falls over him as he comes to her side, calm and appeased. Once more, she has proved more than satisfactory.
Gryffen
@[Thana]