A wide river dominates this section of the forest. Romance is in the air, and wolves of all ages come to search for their mate.
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Posted on March 2, 2014 at 04:22:53 PM by Henadin
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^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ The sun ran toward the horizon, ashamed of watching the act that was about to occur, an action of love and passion that was private and not to be beholden by the modest eyes of the sun. The sky was darkening, and for the first time in the long months since Channing’s birth, his mind was not thinking of their pups. It was not thinking about how on this night, the pups would be withought both parents. How they may get cold in the chilly wintry air and may shiver. How they may cry out for him in the middle of the night if they happened to have a nightmare. Nor did it reason with itself – Kahlan will be there to comfort them and to coddle them and to keep them warm. If she was absent, Mae or Moth herself would comfort them. None of these thoughts even managed to cross his mind for it was so wholly entraced with his mate that all else fell by the wayside. She was, in this moment, all that mattered. A smile crept across her maw, one that was both shy, and she continued to encircle him until she came to be in front of him, her haunches nearing his face, bathing it in her pheromones of need and desire. Her orbs laid upon him, the smile remaining as she rubbed her tail under his chin. A instinctual growl grew in the brute’s chest and his eyes began to burn, but still he held back from mounting her. Instead, his muzzle nipped at her haunches, each nip tugging her pliable skin toward him, but doing naught to move her actual form toward him. Their only other consummation had been new to him and he had been unknowing in his actions. Naïve and shy, he had taken her clumsily and their time had been short. His desire for her and taken over and had erupted his seeds into her prematurely. Their love for each other was no different, but a lot of the passion that had been a possibility in their mating process had been cut short. he He was not so naïve nor, and though he could not call himself experienced, he was moreso than he previously had been. So as she began to walk backwards, her haunches pressing against his chest, her maw releasing a purr, he simply continued to nip at her, allowing Channing to work herself up before he would begin his own work. It took everything he had to hold back his own desires, but he would not give it. This time it would be Channing who would be sated entirely. Still, Henadin yielded to her, allowing her rump to slip between his two front legs. Her maw turned from one side to another, her teeth nipping at his flesh even as he nipped at hers. With a sudden rush, however, he swept off of her from and pinned her down on her side, his form laying down on top of her to pin her, but he stayed far from her cavern, teasing her by occasionally rubbing against her. “Channing, my love, say that you want me. Tell me that you want me.” His maw only left her flesh for the amount of time it took for his words to escape, and then he was nipping at her again teasingly. It went on and on, his tongue occasionally catching her aud and encircling it. But he wanted her to moan with desire and voice her desires. She was his escape from the world and it was only her vocals that he would ever ask for. With everyone else he just wanted silence. But with Channing, well she was different and special. It was only after she spoke that his paw, daggers unsheathed, pulled at her side to right her as he lifted his weight off of her, catching her skin but leaving no holes. “I love you so much….” His voice was breathy and heavy and rough, whispered in her eyes as he mounted her and began to take her slowly. There was no need to rush. ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ |
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- How lonely is the night without the howl of the wolf? - By Channing. March 16, 2014 at 06:45:43 PM
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