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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A Wolf in Sheep's Skin [ mature ]
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Draven
I'm Your Worst Nightmare Dressed as your Day Dream
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Her blood was an irresistible, a flavor in the air that drew him to her like bees to honey. Whoever who had already scalded her skin, Draven both envied, praised, and hated. He praised them because her scent now hung heavy in the air, and got the monster back into the mood, every single one of his nerves on top height, straining, craving contact. He envied them – for they had been the first to mar her perfect flesh, her smooth, beauteous canvas. And he hated them for stealing from him the first play. But there was nothing to be done but to move forward, and as Draven leapt at her, he felt himself growing hard, preparing for all that was to come, and salivated at the thought of her blood running thick down his throat. And then he was upon her, raw fury that had been shaped into the dark beast that he currently was. His serpentines glared at her, wishing that she would react against him, knowing that she would. His teeth made their first connection with her limb and ruthlessly he ripped it from its socked and stood over her as he licked her maw, enjoying the minute trembling against him.. but then finally her mind caught up and she started to scream. ‘NO!’ The fae struggled against him, trying to right herself but instead she slipped and rolled around uselessly in the deep mud. Draven chuckled and moved so that he no longer stood over her. He stared at her as she snarled and kicked at him, but her front paws had to traction in the slick soil and so her hind limbs wiped against his chest weakly. At the same time, she started to claw at the ground but Draven cared not. With her dislocated limb, which was not just popped out but also luxated caudally toward her haunches, she would need another to pop it in for her. It would limit her motions, it would slow her. There was no where she could run where he could not catch up to her. There was no place she could hide where he would not find her.

Oh, my love, are you leaving me so soon? We were just starting to have fun…” He whimpered, but it quickly grew into a growl. Stepping over her once more, he bent down to grasp her scruff in his maw, his teeth desiring to sink into her flesh once more, only this time it wouldn’t be quick. It would be slow… smooth. Her flesh would part with a lovely pop as pearls broke through the first layer, then the second layer… every layer until he was beneath her flesh, inside of her body. He moaned and arched against her, hunkering down onto her back, his pelvis sitting upon her own, abdomen against back. This fae was not full size, she was small, especially compared to the devil himself, and his sheer weight would crush her into submission. But still she trembled beneath him, scrambling at the mud. As her blood stained his maw, sliding over his teeth, he shook his head to one side before letting go, allowing her to be lose for just one moment before his tongue escaped, coursing up her jaw again, slipping into her audette, tasting her hairless flesh. “Oh dearie, oh how you are going to pleasure me. I can’t wait to… taste you… ” He bit down – hard – upon her cartilage and tore her head back toward him. “…everywhere.” Threatening her, he rotated his hips against her spine, a glimpse into what was to come.

Oh, do not go quiet now, sweetheart. My dear, my love, my toy. Scream for me. Scream out for anyone to come save you. But no one will come, because no one wants you like I do.” Draven held her head still against him and pushed back against her, moving further and further down her back. “Tell me, darling. Am I… getting close?” Draven bucked against her back, moving against her, until finally he found himself at the top of her tail head. “…what about now?

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