Perhaps changed most of all out of all of the packs is this place. It was stripped out of its forested home and now instead lays at the edge of an ocean. The vast sparkling eternity of the water lays to the south of the land, while the rest of the land is made of rocky outjuttings. Gone are the trees, and all that remains for greenery are the short shrubs that dot the paths in the rock, and the moss that grows thanks to the spray of the waves. Further toward the shore, barnacles are a plenty, and look to cut the pads of those who slip on the wet surface. These extend out into the water itself, and the tough land has multiple caverns scraped into it, providing ample dens for the wolves that live there. Depending on the tide, however, the lower caverns may flood, and the vicious swirling water may prove to be dangerous as there is a strong undertide ready to pull unsuspecting swimmers to their doom. Even the tide itself is powerful enough to push intruders against one cliff or another. The ocean does provide, however, plenty of food for those who brave the waters - there are many breeds of seals and sea lions, though the males that protect each of these are vicious and territorial. There are also turtles that come ashore to breed and to lay their eggs - both the adults and the eggs themselves can provide sustenance to the wolves. But they must take care - the water is deep enough to allow sharks to come to shore from the depths below. Those unwilling to venture the waves or wet their paws with the moist sand of the shore can find snakes and hares in the rocky outcroppings, but they must beware the Komodo dragon and other monitor lizards that perch upon the shore - they are swift and move in groups, not to mention they carry venom in their bite that causes immense pain, paralysis, and prevents blood clotting. This is not the land for the weak of heart or the weak at all really. This is Uyaraut - ‘The Diamond in the Rough’.

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He had looked to her for permission, and in response, the Amazon queen had snarled, expecting him to dive right in. She was not a delicate flower, nor a properly primped and prepped princess. She did not want love to be made to her, she wanted to be fucked, to be thoroughly taken, to be thoroughly ravaged. After all, if she had not wanted her jeweled rose to be in front of his face, it would not have ended up there. She had been brought up from the time she was little to have perfect and complete control of her body-and sex it was no different. She had only lain with one other brute before, and that had been Pierce. He had made love to her time and time again, but that have been different. They had been meets in everything except for title. They had loved one another. Here, now, with Kershov? She held it no love for him, and though she found him attractive, respectable, powerful… There were no emotions. After her previous mate and the mate before that had left her, Athene had decided to never love again. It had been an error in judgment on her part to ever love in the first place.

But finally, at last, her Rose was petted with thorough caresses by his thick tongue. Although it had been slick already with her own natural dew, the laps he ran in poignant detail did wonders to fluster it with heat, and draw forth even more salty sweat. Her flower's sweet nectar was stolen from her, and yet with each second she made more. He was white dexterous, and none of her petals were left alone, none of them were forgotten. Her site never left his, if he chose to look at her, and elsewise stared at his head, watching the artwork that he was painting upon her colored canvas. Soft moans began to pull themselves from pursed lips, and she could feel her own temperature rising, to mirror that of her flower's. her desire and her pleasure rose and gentle, swelling waves, the rise and fall closely tied to the motions that he made in his little dance. Each wave was bigger, and bigger, and Athene could not have been more excited for the tidal wave that would eventually consume her and steal her breath from her body.

Before that final wave came crashing over her body, he withdrew, and decorate her with the complement of Divinity. She purred, for once not at all upset with being appreciated for her body and her beauty, and not just for her prowess. His Wetten and tongue left a trail through the Furrer of her thigh and up into her flank region, and even there, she trembles, all of her nerves heightened and sensitized. At some point she had found herself standing, circling him, marking him as her own, at least for now. She would share him with no other in this moment, in this day. What tomorrow may bring was something different, but for now he was hers. Eventually, she had taken her place before him, once again bowing into her elegant yoga pose, with her rump presented to him openly. Each of her hind limbs were separated slightly and rotated in, pulling the flesh and further away so that he would have a view an obstructed. She had tempted him, teased him, dared him with her words to take her, to try to pleasure her before himself. And he had not needed for her to tell him twice.

The weight of him upon her was in itself divine. Mixture of her lost for him next with her own bodies exhaustion created a wonderful mixture of emotions the only heightened her anticipation. Her wet pistil met his firm and ready stamen, and yet for a few moments they stood there like that. She deepened her bow, her petals opening up further as the tip of his stamen only just breached her defenses. He murmured words of exploration, and she heard once again, gyrating her hips ever so slightly in a circle around the tip of his staff. It was so much stronger than his tongue had been, more insistent, more probing, and just when she thought she could not be patient any longer, she had felt his tongue dragging up her neck, his teeth pulling on her ear, her jaw… And then all of a sudden The moment came, and so did she. His powerful jaws clamped onto her scruff and yanked it hard as he thrust himself fully inside of her. The stimulation both of the walls of her delicacy and of her defenses send her over the edge, falling victim to the epic title wave that all this had been amounting to. In that moment that he remained still, she cried out his name, along with other more colorful terms.

"Kershov! Kershov you've done it with your carnal skills
Pleasured me, teased me, filled me with tremors and thrills...
"

Before she could continue her rhythmic appreciation of his fine work, he snarled, silencing her with his deep baritone as he once again praised her, flirted with her, and though the words have not been needed, they were appreciated. It showed her that he was thinking of the same things, of the wonderful, terrible, powerful offspring that they would make together. He knows old against her softly, before grilling yet again. All the while, her flower winked around him and the walls of her grasped at him in after shock waves of pleasure. But then he was moving again, and in swift succession, her pleasure began to rise again. She had never reached a valley where her stimulation had ceased, but already it was climbing yet another epic peek. His hips bucked against hers, and she began once again to rotate her own hips around him, stimulating him with a second motion against his own, heightening his own pleasure. He was not rough with her as she had wanted, but instead took her in stride, with patients. It was devastatingly effective, and Athene soon screamed again, moans releasing them selves that would echo across the land and reach the years of any within a few miles. She did not care who saw her or heard her, her pleasure was worth it all. Her heaving sides manage to capture some air, enough for a few more words, and she hopes that soon enough, he would be to overcome with his own pleasure to think about such prettily strong together sentences.

"Not once but twice now has my pleasure been plucked,
I've been courted, tended to, and thoroughly fucked.
So now I raced to you a new mission, a dare-
Can you synchronize our waves of pleasure into an apex that we both share?

I have been surprised at your tender and gentle motion,
And to be honest I did not expect to find such detailed devotion.
I asked for the beast, the warrior, the monster to take me,
And though it was not what I expected, you still fulfilled your guarantee.

But there is no love between us, and shall never be,
So stop making love and instead fuck me thoroughly.
You have passed the test, the first challenge I set out for you
And I will return to you time and again for this, and when I want children too.
"

|| BELONGS TO HERSELF || NO KIN || Bright Moon ||
.Athene.
♥dante


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