<div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Brunettes/0174171c-e66f-4ab6-a7ba-929501e1e254_zpsb8c689c1.jpg) (http://s980.photobucket.com/user/caela_ecub/media/Brunettes/0174171c-e66f-4ab6-a7ba-929501e1e254_zpsb8c689c1.jpg.html)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>'Nesii<br/><strong>Who:</strong>Astir<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Astir's House<br/><strong>When:</strong>Nightfall<br/><hr/><br/>She was learning an entirely new side of Astir the longer she was with him and she was enjoying it! He always held his own in the sparring ring with her, but he never took control of their sparring sessions the way he had taken control of the situation in his bed. Normally she wasn't one to give up control, to submit to another's will (except Ts'itu, but that didn't count!) but it felt natural with him. Here, with her body wrapped around him, it seemed only right to let him take the lead...even if her claw marks were a reminder that she wouldn't<em>always</em>let him retain that control!<br/><br/>Seeing the smile that curved his lips after she'd clawed his chest, she was about to say something (though she had no idea what) when he, finally!, thrust the last of himself into her, driving any words from her mind and pulling a fresh cry from her throat! She couldn't think of anything that had<em>ever</em>felt so good or right in her entire life and when he leaned forward and growled his claim on her in her ear all she could do was nod while her hips rolled toward him and that slick inner passage actually managed to tighten even more around him.<br/><br/>Staring up at him, she let her body move with his, her hips rocking to meet the steady rhythm he set even as her legs tightened on his arms, her body trying to demand more. His pace was amazing and frustrating and the feel of him inside of her made her want to howl her need and pleasure to the night sky. That thought made her realize that on another night she wanted to drag him out, deep into the woods, and let him use her where the Spirits and the Great Mother could see their pleasure in each other.<br/><br/>"More Astir! I need more!" she begged as she writhed underneath him, her arms reaching up, hands gripping his arms (the only part of him she could reach at this angle), nails digging into his flesh, though she didn't drag them this time but clung to him as if he were an anchor. Digging in so deeply that even as in control as he was, he wouldn't be able to pull away without either getting her to let go, or drawing his own blood on her nails. In part she just needed to cling to him, in part it was another way to mark him, another sign that he was hers and if she would lay her nails into her Lover so firmly, that it would be a bad idea to cross her path concerning him.<br/><br/>Any female in the Pack who saw those marks and still dared approach him in anything more than a simply friendly manner, would find themselves in far worse shape than she was leaving Astir in. She could remember his reaction when one of his past lovers had slept with someone else, and the idea put a smirk on her lips that she didn't care if he saw. Digging her nails in just a bit deeper she couldn't stop herself from growling softly, between whimpers when he would slide all the way into her, as she warned, "Warn off any other females who might have been making regular visits or I'll leave them in worse shape than the last male who crossed you."