The air is heavy as you make your way through unknown territory, as you pause to sniff the air a drop of rain falls onto your nose. It is soon followed by another and another and soon the rain is pelting down in sheets, soaking you to the bone. The clouds are an angry purple and the menacing drumming of thunder rolls over the sky. Squinting your eyes against the blinding water you find yourself at the edge of a large, dark pine forest. You are too desperate for shelter to notice the scents that mark the border and plunge in, and nearly into the chilly stream that runs through the territory. You veer away and as you are shaking the water out of your fur you notice a large pair of icy blue shards gazing at you. The storm has passed now and beams of sunlight filter through the thick canopy of pines, illuminating a massive male wolf not three feet away from where you stand.
His pelt looks like a bad patchwork job of black and white and beneath them you see large, hard bands of steely muscle and you know this is a warrior for his torso is marred with many battle scars. His banner curls over his back and his lips are drawn, exposing sharp ivory daggers. When he speaks his voice is deep and dominant, like the thunder you so recently heard.
"Wolf, you have found yourself in the terra of the Andere Seite Pack. I am Eclipse, king of this land."
It is only then that you notice another pair of lanterns gleaming in the penumbra and a dark-pelted fae slinks out into the clearing to stand next to the king, her own banner waves and her green and blue eyes bore into you. She is the same size as most males and a crisscrossing pattern of scars show that she too can take care of herself. Her voice is cold and has a snake-like sound to it yet you can see they are both fair rulers.
"And I am Nephthys, queen of Andere. We don’t care much for strangers so you must make your choice, Submit to us now or flee our lands and never return. If you fail to do either you will have little time left to regret it."
The formidable pair pierces you with their gaze and you feel as if all your secrets spill out before them. You are left with a decision now. Will you submit and take refuge in this dark forest or will you flee and never know what secrets these trees hide? Make haste, you can see that the pair grow tired of waiting.
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Posted on September 27, 2015 at 08:17:46 PM by NeMO
FEEL YOUR NOISE It was when Ghost pushed his neck further into NeMO’s grasp that the male began to feel the effects of lust. And the male’s husky breaths were just the cherry on top of a dessert. The blood trickled into his mouth as heat rushed through his lower body. He moaned loudly, closing his eyes and inhaling deeply. He almost wasn’t able to pull away from the beast trapped beneath him. It took him great strength to be able to. And a tempting voice teased him from below. And why’s that? It’s not as if you’d hurt me. NeMO glanced down, gaze catching the little incisions his canines had made. A low groan pulsated through his throat and he stiffened, feeling the heat flare even more. Ghost looked up, as did NeMO, catching each other’s eyes. Silence stayed there as a guest for too long, uninvited. The two were challenging one another. NeMO was the one to give in, surprisingly. His neck arched and he lowered to the male again, pressing his lower body to the other brute’s, letting him know just how excited he was, and in what way, shape and form. That’s when he asked his question. The inviting purr leered out of the ivory stud’s larynx, shaping into words on the tip of his tongue. Gladly. What would you ask of me? Roll over he breathed, arching his back so that Ghost would have room to do so. Raise your ass. This was a sexual request. Something NeMO rarely asked for. Being politely guided was one thing, and Ghost should be glad that he wasn’t a female and that the vampire had already fed today. Mating was something the icy bloodsucker was used to. He’d taken many females to bed—but a male… that was entirely new. The fact that Ghost already had him aroused was something in and of itself. If the brujo had offered himself truthfully, then as he turned, NeMO would close his face in on the hellion’s neck, his huffs signaling his intentions. Crazy how the world worked, wasn’t it? The boys’ first date had taken a drastic turn, and it was all Ghost’s fault. If the warboy hadn’t have taken the heart in his mouth a second time, he would have been safe. If he had walked away, he would have been untouched. But now that he was underneath NeMO, there was no way he was letting the kid go. A breathy voice touched the pale audette of his mirror. Scream for me. Talons lifted off the terra and hooked onto him, latching with curved knives that would dig into the gargoyle’s skin. All a part of the game, dear one. The more Ghost moved, the more NeMO would rip him up. A sick, twisted and fantastic way to do what NeMO was going to do. The vampire snatched up the mortal’s scruff as he positioned himself and, with a snarl, chained them together. This would not be a pleasant event. NeMO had every intention of testing this white raven’s wings. How much pain could he take? How long could he go? What was the best way to have him roll his eyes back in ecstasy? What would make him moan, groan, grunt, scream? Would he squirm and have NeMO’s talons rake into him and drip blood onto the ground? It was all up to Ghost. He could pull away—NeMO would grant him that liberty. But if he didn’t do so within the first minute, then he was in for something no regular wolf would take part in. But then again, what was normal about these two? If he chose to stay, then afterwards, when NeMO had had enough, he would get off the male and, with his teeth still latched, would prompt the other jester to lay down with him. He didn’t care that they were exposed to the elements. He would wrap Ghost in his embrace and he would go for the wounds he’d created, no matter how small. From there he would bestow kisses, some slow, some fast, to wherever there was a cut or bruise. And finally, when he was finished, he would press his weight into the other male, lying right beside him, and would threaten him one last time before he would fall asleep in the sunshine. I’ll track you down and rip your intestines out while you’re still alive if you leave. You’re mine. I won’t let anyone else have you. Crimson and metal eyes glared at the face of the other hellion before he rested his head down on top of the other brute’s body—be it his shoulders, paws or back. Minutes later his sides would be lifting in a slow cadence of one who is fast asleep. |
WOOPS. Sorry for godmoding again. Seriously you can do whatever the hell you want with this pirate WHENEVER. I give you full permission. These two are just perf.
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