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 16, 2014 at 06:45:43 PM by Channing.
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The primal growl of desire that gurgled in the grey hued knight’s throat was enough to ignite a deep sensual feeling in the female’s abdomen, the same tickling knot that had engulfed her, tainted her, the first time the pair had consummated their love for each other. Their first mating had been rushed, a desperate act of a naive lovers that had only one outcome- the youngsters she had bared in the borders of Abendrot. After the mating, the pair had cuddled together and planted loving kisses on any area they could reach; the event becoming cute rather than passionate. This mating was different however, slow and adoring with no offspring desired as a consequence. It was about Channing and Henadin and the loving bond vowed between them; an opportunity to secure their love- actions speaking louder than words- and both seemed adamant on driving their partner crazy. Teeth soon connected with her flesh causing small amounts of pain to slither up her nerves though the act was overridden with pleasure and so she relaxed into his touch allowing his ivory soldiers to caress the resilient shell of skin and fur. Hackles rose ever so slightly on the ruff nape of her neck as he continued to pull at her frame and a rumble sounded in her chest; the sound being more in the moment than a prevention of his actions. The act was so raw and natural that even the calmest of wolves, like Channing, could become loud and feisty and the thundering noise was simply a corollary of the scenario. Like a puzzle the two slotted together, her rump brushing against his chest and stomach as he allowed the lass to fit under him without taking advantage of her when in a vulnerable position. Instead he continued to pinch her flesh and ignite an adrenaline rush in her veins that made the grumble grow louder and louder until in a sudden movement, she found herself pinned to the floor by a mass of grey fur. Shock caused her eyes to widen in an unnatural fashion as her breaths became heavy and sharp. She had not expected the force and was briefly confused, panting hastily, until her eyes focused on Henadin and without even thinking she leaned towards his cheek to plant a single, teasing, kiss. It was not at all like her mate to behave in such a wild manner and the timber vixen was beginning to like the more primitive side of his persona. Mischievously, the brute would occasionally thrust against her body causing an involuntary moan to fall from her jowls signalling the delight she found in his touch even though he never fully entered. Cold air rushed to the, now, bare parts of flesh as he spoke desperate, demanding, lyrics to her; her matted and wet fur a sure sign that his demons would refuse to wait much longer. A seductive smile fell pleasantly on her kissers as she turned her neck in a position so that her amber pools met puddles of brown. By this time, the hessian had continued to bite and pinch at her frame and was finding enjoyment in grasping her aud with his tongue. The grumble, quiet now, began to pound in her chest again, signalling her want for him. Slow, sultry tones intended to push him over the edge were released from her parted lips; ”I want you Henadin. I want you!” Like her words were the password to unlocking his demons, paws grappled with her skin as the mound of muscle was lifted from her body and she was forced upright. A deep snarl ripped through her vocal tract as finally Henadin was ready and he mounted her, searching her body for a place to grip. His voice was intense and coarse in her ear as he whispered words only meant for her before he began the slow dance they had both been waiting for. Channing leaned into his movements, arching her back once or twice as her abdomen was engulfed by butterflies. Claws unsheathed from their pouches, scraping the earth, as her neck thrashed in a desperate search for his flesh. When she connected she would nibble and bite hoping to cause a reaction in the male. The sun had almost set and the moon was beginning to grow bright as the pair continued the lovers tango. Her eyes rested on the sweating form of her mate, a tender smile, nothing like the primordial actions earlier that night, resting upon her kissers as her tongue found his forehead and began to clean him. Her chest still moved heavily as she relaxed from the height of adrenaline that was beginning to leave her system. Muscles still quivered and though a little sore, the vixen was truly happy. For the first time since the birth of her offspring Channing felt sincerely and utterly happy. Channing | Adult Female | SawTooth- Zeta| Heart belongs to Henadin | Mother of Terrel, Macaria, |
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