Bright Moon - a land sullied by mystery and the ravaging scars of a terrible fire. Abandoned as a pack land for years, the terra has been used as a gathering place for the brazen and bloodthirsty drawn there by the lingering pall of death. Yet from the ashes there comes an unordained phoenix, the rainbow hues of hope glinting in her mismatched globes. Through the obsidian drapes obscuring the scenery, she alone was able to catch the perfumed aroma of new life on the breeze and hear the sluggish streams flowing ever swifter into the morning.
Thus, with a purpose, she set out to map the incognita, discovering daily the extent of the reawakening and unearthing within herself a desire to return the landscape to its former glory. Now she stands tall as privileged Alpha of the lands, lording over the rock-strewn prairie and bountiful forests with a firm but gentle paw.
Having finally realized her deepest longing to be a queen, Satowra is focused solely on the revival and maintenance of the Bright Moon Pack. Her question to each prospective warrior that comes to the border is simple:
"Do you have what it takes?"
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Posted on October 24, 2017 at 04:29:25 PM by Macaria
__________________________________________ [“This post contains graphic content not suitable for readers under the age of 18. If you read/participate in this thread, you are certifying that you are AT LEAST 18 years old or older. Minors are not permitted to read/participate in graphic threads.”] Macaria had worried that perhaps Grey Wind would not understand her reasoning for wanting pops. True, she would grow to care for the pups, and grow to enjoy her family. But her initial, knee-jerk reason for wanting them was a selfish one. She knew it, and now he knew it too. She would not lie to him, not about this, not about anything. Before they were to have pups of their own, she had wanted him to understand. And apparently he did - and it did not seem to affect him at all, and he found himself saying that he would compromise with her. All of their relationship had been one compromise after another, why stop now? Macaria smiled at him, and then began to purr as he went to town on her neck, her jaw. He knew all of her sensitive zones, just as she knew his, and as soon as he touched her, she could feel her lust jump to life. It swirled and stormed in her belly, urging her forward, filling her with need. Macaria clung to it fast, and gave herself over to him. With almost a voracious craving for her mate, she grabbed hungrily for his aud and latched onto it with her incisors, teeny love bites working their way up and down it. In quick succession, the tip of her tongue ran along the outer ridge, her tongue warming his flesh from the cold outside air, and then her hot, panting breaths doing the same. She pulled back enough in order to run her head under his chin, but she didn’t stop there. She curled around his neck with the full length of her body, circling him as a shark would her prey. Only he wasn’t her prey, and he would never be her prey. Macariq swept her plume to the side as she walked past his face, and curled it over his nose, running it up the bridge of his face and between his ears. He provided him not only a good sample of her perfume, but also allowed to him the most delectable of views. Once she was at his hindquarters, she let loose her tongue. Macaria swept it down his delicate sensitive flank, and to the inside of his thigh. Quickly she pulled back, not wanting to cease her forward motion, but she picked up her trail from the caudal aspect of his thighs. Her tongue reached back and swept up the back curve of his leg. She allowed it to dip deeper, and she ran up the outer sheath of his prepuce before circling his generous scrotum not once, but twice. Gently, she pulled on the skin covering the source of their children, before she released him and continued her circle. All the while, she kept very close contact with him, her flesh against his. Thanks to the dry air of the winter, sparks of electricity began to spark between their intermingled pelts - not painfully, but thrilling. As she came back around, she bumped against his shoulder, and placed her rump where his shoulder had been just a moment before. Her tail was still flagged to the side, meaning that her delicacy was now laid upon his chest. She wiggled against him, wanting her scent to be all over him. His pointed sternum stimulated the petals of her flower, and she let loose a soft moan. She could feel herself heating up in anticipation. When she could no longer control herself, she took a single step forward and dipped into a low bow, her front end laying against the cold hard ground. From there, her spine was curled curvaceously, teasingly as it led the path to her plume which was now flagged over her spine. She knew that the one step forward was necessary - it placed her directly in front of his face just in case he wished to take advantage of her, sample what he was about to plunder himself into. Slowly, coyly, she turned the nape of her neck so that her face would be across from his. Her bright pumpkin pools stared at him and she ran her tongue over her teeth. Her lips split apart in the gentlest of moans as he did whatever he pleased to her for foreplay. She would rise and buck against his touch, and her cries would only grow louder and louder. But once she neared her apex, she would lean forward slightly to pull away from him. She did not want to be fulfilled before he was - not this time. She wanted them to be fulfilled together to mark this occasion as the night that their first litter would be made. She swallowed, trying to slow the wild galloping rhythm of her heart. A raspy, deep-throated voice set forth in her low alto her next set of demands. “Come on, my big boy. Come onto me and put your big boy inside of me. Let yourself feel my gaping void, be swallowed whole by it. Take me as you know I want to be taken until we both come together and cum. Until your seed fills me and together we make our pups, our legacy to this world.” __________________________________________ ||Macaria||Femme Fatale of Uyaraut||Adult||Grey Wind|| |
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- Never Forget Who You Are (mature) - By Grey Wind October 31, 2017 at 02:28:42 PM
black.widow.spider. - By Macaria November 8, 2017 at 07:11:09 AM
Never Forget Who You Are - By Grey Wind November 26, 2017 at 05:04:13 PM
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