Glaesfaet Sceawere is the name gifted to the mother river that flows through the center of Blossom Forest, bringing life and sustenance to all of the lands. It breaks off in many places, giving birth to smaller streams and estuaries, but the main body flows from the lake high in the north in Dierne Hrof all the way south down through Uyaraut to empty into the ocean. It is a fresh water river, but down through Uyaraut, the salt water does taint it. In places, parts of the river are underground and run through caverns unseen from aboveground.

Water buffalo grace these shores - with plenty of meat, though at a dangerous cost. Many river trout leap upstream daily.


Wolf in Sheep's Skin [ mature ]

I'm Your Worst Nightmare Dressed as your Day Dream
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Her meager fumblings against him grew weaker and weaker as he forced himself upon her, and even her vocals lost their biting edge. Her words were mere mumblings and naught more, but then as he started to take her, she regained some of her fight, shrieking and attempting to get away… but all she successfully did was to raise her rump in the air because her front limbs failed to answer in response to her haunches motions. Draven had hooked her petite pelvis in his jaws immediately and began to probe within her, speaking with his mouth full, which lead to more movements inside of her, more motion of his tongue on her flesh, more of his breath on her most private of areas. “And here I thought you to be a timid creature, but now look at you, lifting your ass to my mouth, asking for it, begging for it like the slut that you are.” He groaned and moaned into her tender flesh, pushing her lips apart and delving into her cavern, roughening her tissues until finally they began to tremble in pleasure, and he chuckled deeply as her juices flowed into his mouth, its sweet, tangy taste intermingling with the harsh taste of her blood. After lapping her insides a single time more, he retreated from her, loathe to leave her, but also excited not only to do more damage to her, but to take her in a different way, to take her with his manhood.

Unlocking her, he stood and dragged his teeth up her back, tearing flesh, fur, and muscle. She screamed and called him monster, rebelling against his touch with a single last bit of strength. She bucked against him, throwing him off of her back and rotating onto it, the deep cuts in her back no doubt stinging sharply as the mud and grit was ground into them. Her hind paws kicked against his abdomen, her nails making shallow punctures in his skin. Instinctually, he swiped his paw toward her face, hoping to scratch gouges in her façade or in her nape… but leapt off of her before her teeth could puncture him. As he jumped backward, her back paws hit him in the chest, scraping against him again, and a deep, dark chuckle began to rumble from his chest. “Oh my love how happy you have made me. Here I was, thinking that you would leave me unfulfilled, that you would cease to struggle and that I would grow bored and leave you so that I could find another with more oomph. With more pizazz, but instead you just proved that you are exactly what I want, exactly what I need in this moment. Oh my dear… you just brought a whole new world of hurt down upon yourself.” Draven’s chin bent so that his tongue could clean the scratches on his chest, his blood joining the other bodily fluids that swam in his maw.

With her upon her back, all of her most vulnerable pieces were exposed, ready to be bitten, nipped, torn to shreds, but still Draven had not had his release. He was hard and ready, her blood an aphrodisiac, her screams and cries and the look of her pitiful and broken on the ground only fueling his desires. And so he lunged at her, trying to bite down on the caudal aspect of one of her back legs, hoping to dig his teeth into her gaskin, and if successful he would yank hard toward her midline, hoping to flip her over onto her side. If she was still kicking, her limbs would strike against his and he would collapse on her when his limbs gave out, laughing as his hind claws dug into the earth, his maw opening once more as he lunged forward, catching her nape right below her mandible. He closed his jaw down, feeling his teeth indent her skin but not quite puncture it, and as his tongue licked up her nape, he could feel her pulse leaping against him... This was the end game. This was her point of no return. "Oh hush now dear. I know you hurt, and I would so love it if you would scream for me so I could feel your cords thrill against my tongue as I take you. Hell, let's not mince words, as I rape you, claim you as my own." Draven rotate his hips against her thigh, blindly aiming his shaft against her body. When it rubbed on her abdomen, he arched his back and moved back further, this time closer to his mark as he was set off course, slipping to the inside of her thigh. "Ravage your innocence and make you bleed for me, bleed upon me, perhaps even impregnate you. But you've been caught in my death grip and should you struggle, my pearls will scratch against your jugular and you... Shall... Bleed out. Your choice, I care not either way. Your lifeless corpse will remain warm enough for long enough for me to have my fill of your, perhaps even have a post-coital snack on your more... Tender and moist parts. I've never eaten such delicacies, so perhaps I will take yours... But if you remain still enough, perhaps you will survive another day." He thrust against her, purring against her throat as he rubbed himself up the inside of her thigh, the tip of his member just barely touching her petals, his form trembling at the direct flesh to flesh contact, his jaws tensing and quivering, teeth threatening to rip into her nape, threatening to pierce her vessels.

As he inhaled, his nares flared and picked up another scent upon her, one he had missed before... A brute. "Oh my, have you a boyfriend? Or he is just another John that you fuck because you care not which dick pleasure you. Does this one tickle your... Fancy... With his manhood? Will he be jealous when I penetrate you with my own? If you don't scream for me, I will find him in the night and I will take him in his own tunnel while I tell him every little dirty thing you did for me, and then rip out his throat." The ebonero cocked his cranium to the right, forcing her head upward as slowly he entered her, pushing himself deep within her, deeper than his tongue could have ever hoped to go. He remained still for a moment, but then he began to rotate his hips, circling his tip inside of her, and when that grew old, he withdraw slowly. With as much force as he could muster, he forced himself in her and then began to buck against her, hard, using her neck as a handle, a grip, to pull himself for cranial, forcing himself deeper and deeper within her. "Scream!" Her roared at her through her own flesh. "Scream for me you slut!"

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Ω Draven Ω Untamed Demon Ω Solitary Slave Ω Azura Ω


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