The Wolf Moon (Yandros & Lycana)
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				Title: <strong>The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>30-03-2012, 23:46:32</strong>
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				Andrea raised the hood of her dark red sweatshirt as she stepped out of her parents home into the blackness of the night, knowing it would be the last time she would ever do so. With nothing but the clothes on her back and a few wads of cash to her name, she walked down the short drive way to the street barely lit by streetlights. There was no tears, no note, no word of goodbye to the only place she had ever called home. Instead, the further she walked, she felt a sense of peace stealing over her.<br><br>For years she had been raised knowing at 18 she would be passed to the Alpha of their pack. She had been groomed and trained from birth so when the time comes she could make her parents proud and raise up to stand by her mate but as her 18th birthday drew closer she began feeling a pressure weighing in on her. The Alpha had been showing up to her home more and more, having dinner with her, taking her to school, and each time pressing her towards a submission she wanted no part in. She felt caged and, like the wolf that lay just beneath her soft, supple flesh, she realized this would be a hopeless fight and fled.<br><br><div align="center">XxX</div><br>In the course of a few days Andrea made it into Seattle. She had traveled first by foot then train and eventually came to rest in a small Starbucks, her clothes wet and clinging to her curvy figure. Standing in the doorway, jacket an even darker red and jeans slightly torn and muddied, she ran a tawny hand through her midnight black hair, water droplets cascading to the floor. Taking a deep breath, she nibbled on her full bottom lip and strode to the counter, for all the world appearing more confident than she truly felt as she paid for a tall caramel mocha.<br><br>Trembling from the cold, she took her drink to sit in a large, overstuffed chair by the rawring fire sipping it delicately as she looked around the shop. Her bright blue gaze was intense yet held a loneliness that could only come from having nothing in world as her eyes swept the shop. They landed on each man and woman before turning to look out the window when she believed none of them a threat.<br><br>She stared idly out into the busy street watching men, women and children run for cover from the downpour Seattle was known for all the while lost in thought. <em>Where was she going to go? How would she survive? What was going to become of her?</em> She didn't know and that thought alone terrified her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>31-03-2012, 10:58:11</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Sitting in the corner of the small Starbucks, Victor lets out a tiny little huff as the computer screen before him flashes an error.&nbsp; Even though he was sitting, anyone looking him over could see that he was a bit taller than average, with a decent build.&nbsp; Nothing too large, but he did have the appearance of someone who took regular care of their body.&nbsp; Maybe even a person who hit the gym on a regular basis.&nbsp; Short cropped jet black hair tops his head that can be seen just a bit above the top of the screen as he lounges down into the large chair.&nbsp; Dressed well, he has on a pair of grey slacks with a white button up shirt tucked into them.&nbsp; While he is not wearing a tie at the moment, anyone who took a moment to observe him would see that there are signs of him having one earlier by the look of his collar.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Tapping his fingers against the keyboard of his laptop with a bit of obvious frustration, the man sitting there lets out a long breath before sitting up straight in is chair.&nbsp; Closing the laptop with perhaps a tiny bit more force than is really needed, it clicks into place with a plastic on plastic sound.&nbsp; As he sits there, he stares at the case of his computer for a moment, thinking of what to do. <em>This damned program just was not adding up!</em>&nbsp; The thoughts in his head turn from what to do for the client, to looking around the coffee shop.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Scanning his surroundings, his green eyes land upon everyone there for a brief second.&nbsp; As they land upon the lady sitting there, soaking wet, his thoughts pause.&nbsp; <em>Who is this?&nbsp; I’ve never seen her before…</em>&nbsp; Setting his computer to the side, he makes certain that it is not going to fall if someone brushes against the little table there before standing up himself.&nbsp; Moving with a simple grace, he doesn’t waste much in the lines of motion as he stands.&nbsp; No stepping forward to keep his balance, no moving of his arms after they leave the arms of the chair, nothing of that nature as he stands.&nbsp; Reaching for his cup, he swirls the bottom of it around to gather up all of the little bits of mixture before lifting it to his lips.&nbsp; Draining the last dredges of his coffee, he tosses the waxed cardboard cup into the trash as he makes his way to the counter.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Never letting his computer fully out of sight, he places an order at the counter for some large and heavily caffeinated drink.&nbsp; Moving down the line of the coffee bar, he picks up a little muffin as well while he waits for the barista to make his drink.&nbsp; After paying for both, he takes the drink and little snack over towards his seat again.&nbsp; Pausing for a moment as he comes near the shivering lady, he extends out the muffin as his deep voice speaks in a soft tone.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Here.&nbsp; You look like you could use this.”&nbsp; Smiling towards her, he has the muffin and the plate it is on within easy reach of her.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>31-03-2012, 19:07:05</strong>
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				Andrea jumped, startled out of her thoughts and back into the here-and-now, and quickly turned to face the tall, well-dressed man doing nothing more than... <em>handing her a muffin?</em> Although odd it was much needed and greatly appreciated. <br><br>With a warm smile, she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and took the plate from him with trembling hands, "thank you." Her voice was soft and sweet as she spoke to him, her eyes quickly taking in his appearance. With a large stature and tall build this man oozed confidence yet the kind way in which he spoke put Andrea at easy immediately.<br><br>Trying to figure out where he suddenly came from she took note of his cropped hair before glancing towards the corner where a laptop sits awaiting for its owner to return. <em>So that's who he is...</em> she thinks absently having noticed the line of black hair above the screen upon first glance around the tiny shop.<br><br>Nibbling at her lush lower lip gently, her baby blues shifted to meet the vibrant green of his eyes. "You were working on your laptop when I walked in," her question came out more as a statement as she fished around in her pocket for cash. "Here," she held out a few dollars to him as she spoke,"let me pay you back."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>01-04-2012, 09:53:05</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Smiling to her words that mention his computer, he gives a small nod of his head to confirm her thoughts.&nbsp; He had been in the corner working on the computer for most of the afternoon actually, only now taking a small break from it after at least an hour straight of work.&nbsp; When her hand starts to move towards a pocket, his own hand comes up to wave in a dismissive gesture.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Please, it really is nothing.&nbsp; I simply thought you could use something.&nbsp; If you really feel the need to pay me back, you can come sit with me for a moment.&nbsp; I really could use a break from my work.”&nbsp; Speaking with some mirth to his work, he has just a small chuckle behind his words.&nbsp; Moving past her now, she can see that he walks with a decent bit of grace, but nothing inhuman or extraordinary about him really.&nbsp; After reaching his seat, he sets the cup down upon the side table before taking a seat himself.&nbsp; Not moving to pull the computer back onto his lap just yet, it seems that his offer for her to come talk is sincere.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>01-04-2012, 19:37:31</strong>
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				Her delicate brow arched in surprise at his offer before her lips curved his a smile as she watched him walk away. The way he carried himself alone should have had her running for the hills for it was clear if he had even in ounce of wolf in him he would have been all Alpha. But yet the calm tones he used with her kept her in the shop. Ever a social creature it would be nice to mingle with someone who posed no real threat but reminded her so much of home.<br><br>With that though, Andrea rose from her seat and made her way to the table to join him, She sat the plate with the muffin on the wooden surface before removing her sweatshirt to reveal the deep blue tank top beneath, not exactly Seattle weather clothing. Andrea stretched with her arms above her head and her lithe body arched a small sigh escaping when she felt the small 'pop' from her back before taking the seat opposite him.<br><br>Pushing her long, slowly drying hair off her shoulders she flashed him another small smile, "Andrea."
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				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>01-04-2012, 21:21:55</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Trying to not appear as if he was blatantly staring, she still could at least catch a glimpse of his eyes on her while she removes her sweatshirt.&nbsp; Watching her from the corner of his eyes while her arms go up and over her head, the little smile that has graced his lips never fades.&nbsp; Relaxing a bit further into the cushions of his larger chair, his hips roll forward as his shoulders and spine press further into the back of the chair.&nbsp; The fabric of his pants moves with him as he leans back, not catching at all upon the cloth of the plush chair.&nbsp; Having chosen a chair towards the back of the shop, he was near a wall so that his computer would have a place to plug in.&nbsp; Thankfully, this places him near a vent that is blowing out a steady stream of warm air to combat the chill of the day.&nbsp; Waiting for her to join him, he leans forward now with his hand and arm outstretched to her.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Victor.”&nbsp; Hoping to shake her hand, he waits there for a moment while she settles in herself.&nbsp; If she were to choose to place her hand in his, she would find that his grip is firm but not overbearing.&nbsp; Not trying to squeeze the life out of her hand while they shake, the small smile on his face never fades while he continues to speak.&nbsp; “You don’t seem dressed for the weather, if you don’t mind me saying so.&nbsp; Get caught outside?&nbsp; Or just bad luck today?”&nbsp; Relaxing back once again, he leans into the chair to get comfortable.&nbsp; <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>01-04-2012, 21:42:20</strong>
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				It was hard not to notice how his eyes watched her arch and move with the removal of her sweatshirt and for the first time in 18 years she suddenly felt at ease within her own skin. She was fully aware of her looks but with the Alpha's threats concerning any male who touched her, none so much as looked at her. But this man, Victor, had no such threats hanging over his head. On some level she knew the dangers this could bring, as she was in a large city with no one to notice if she suddenly went missing, nevertheless she basked in the small amount of attention she received from him.<br><br>As she reached to take his hand, her nose twitched as the vent blew his scent to her. Strong and pure male, his scent seemed to foretell his very nature, one which made her immediately feel at ease in his presence while setting the wolf in her howling at the almost home-like feeling it brought her. As any child would Andrea missed her home, her pack, fiercely, but she refused to be subjected to the Alpha's command, forced to submit as both a pack member and his mate.<br><br>His words once again brought her back to the present and made her laugh softly. "Bad luck?" She shook her head in denial, "this is the best thing that could have happened to me." And it was. Despite feeling homesick, wet, cold, and having no place to sleep for the night, this was the best day of her life. For the first time she was far enough from the pack that no one would come look for her and drag her back home. She was free to do as she wished for any length of time. It was both a heady experience and a surreal one.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>01-04-2012, 22:25:39</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Without really realizing that his eyes were lingering on her body, he gives her a long and appraising look.&nbsp; Appreciating her lithe body, especially all the curves that her body has to offer, she can see the look of approval within them.&nbsp; Clearly she had at least gathered his attention for the time being, with little more than a slow stretch.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As the vent carries his scent to her, she can pick up little subtle notes to it that a normal human might not be able to.&nbsp; There is the very male scent to him, that of a bit of sweat and musk combined to form a rather nice mix.&nbsp; On top of that is the soft scent of soap that he uses, along with his shampoo.&nbsp; He apparently takes rather good care of himself, as his shampoo smells of something from a salon rather than a regular store, with little floral hints to it.&nbsp; His cologne is a cool mist, which might remind others of a rushing stream.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Looking over towards her as she laughs, his head tilts a bit to the side with a curious look in his eyes.&nbsp; &nbsp;“Best thing to happen to you?&nbsp; Getting caught out in this weather, without a good raincoat or umbrella?”&nbsp; Shrugging his shoulders now, his eyes blink slowly in that ‘if you say so’ look as his head straightens up.&nbsp; Lifting his right leg now, he crosses it over his left by means of placing his ankle directly above his left knee.&nbsp; With his legs spread this way, it is not in an obscene manner, more him showing that he is comfortable around her.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“So how did you end up like this?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>01-04-2012, 23:02:41</strong>
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				She continued to smile at him, fully aware of his eyes on her as she in turn watches him. In a species where body language is everything is was impossible not to note how comfortable he seemed around her. Her head tilted slightly as she watched him, her own smaller form shifting in her seat until her elbow lay against the table with her hand supporting her chin. Andrea's blue eye's flashed with a playful light when their gazes met.<br><br>Calmly, she flicked her fingers towards the window to motion towards the rain. "Alright so that part was rather unfortunate, but what could be done?" She shrugged and broke the muffin into smaller pieces, the animal within her confused as to why a man not part of her pack would have offered food and trying to make sense of it. With a mental shake she pushed the wolf back to concentrate on the man before her.<br><br>Gracefully, she placed a small piece in her mouth and nearly moaned. She hadn't realized how hungry she was until now and it was a struggle to stop herself from devouring it. At his last question her eyes came to rest on the center of the table as she thought of the best way to answer. Obviously she couldn't tell him the truth, either he'd think she was nuts or would believe her and run for his life. She supposed she could tell him a modified version of the story, she didn't see how that could hurt. <br><br>"My fiance was... Over domineering," she spoke softly, eyes fixated on the table for just a moment longer before flashing up to meet his own. "I couldn't stand the idea of marriage, at least not to him, and I couldn't break it off. I did the only thing I believed I could do and in the middle of the night I left. And something tells me it was the best decision I could have made."
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				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>01-04-2012, 23:45:07</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;When her eyes meet the jade green of his own eyes, her playful look is easily returned.&nbsp; Definitely giving the non-verbal clues that he is interested in her, his eyes try to linger on hers for a moment longer, before she looks away.&nbsp; As her hand gestures towards the window, he reluctantly looks away from her to stare out the window for a moment.&nbsp; With his head turning to the window, a gust of wind picks up and slams a sheet of rain against the window.&nbsp; Rising in volume for a moment, the sound of the rain against the window actually manages to drown out the soft music that the Starbucks is playing.&nbsp; Waiting for the rain to subside for a moment, he then turns back to look at her as she takes a bite of the muffin.&nbsp; While not catching the near moan from her, he does pick up on her hunger as she lifts another bite to her mouth.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Do you have a place to go now?&nbsp; Since you left in the middle of the night, it sounds like you just packed what you could and walked out.”&nbsp; While seemingly innocent enough of a question, there is a curious look in his eyes now.&nbsp; Not a dangerous look by any means, but more an attraction there, like he is actually concerned about what she is going to do.&nbsp; Pausing for only a moment after asking that of her, his leg that has been crossed over his other moves to rest on the ground again.&nbsp; “Would you like to go and get something to eat?&nbsp; I mean, a meal and not just a snack.”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>02-04-2012, 00:07:49</strong>
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				At the sudden gust of rain she turned her gaze from his for just a moment to look out at the city beyond. Even though the weather is enough to put a damper on most people's spirits, Andrea couldn't help but admire the tall buildings and in the distance the Space Needle that soon gave way to the swirling skies. Washington was surely beautiful, combining the wildness of deep forests with the comfort of modern life. With a curve of her lips she turned back towards Victor when the soft music the shop was playing could be heard again.<br><br>With her eyes locked to his she was easily able to pick up the signs of attraction he felt towards her causing her cheeks to flush slightly. Sitting with this man as she was, her body leaning towards him and her eyes fastened to his, all of which obvious signs of attraction, she felt almost as though she was rebelling all that she was taught as a child. In a sense that was exactly what she was doing. "That's right. I came up in here in hopes of finding a better live so to speak, starting over. I was planning on checking into a hotel but have yet to do so." For all common sense she should have told him she was staying with someone, but she was confident in the lack of aggression she sensed from him. As she dropped hints of her attraction she 'accidentally' brushed her leg against the outside of his, the small table allowing her to do so without stretching or making any obvious movement.<br><br>She moved the hand that was supporting her chin to rest against the curve of her neck as he offered to take her somewhere to get a meal. She smiled brightly at him before glancing at his laptop, "I don't want to pull you away from anything important but if you have the time I would love to."
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				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>02-04-2012, 00:58:08</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Nodding slowly to her as she speaks, the smile on his face never fades.&nbsp; With her leg just barely brushing along hers, he moves his in return.&nbsp; Making no real attempt to hide his actions, his leg shifts outwards in a rather bold gesture to press into the side of her calf.&nbsp; Clearly showing his attraction to her in return, his shoulders shrug just a tiny bit as she mentions the hotel.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“I know of a couple extended stay hotels, that I can give you directions to.&nbsp; Not too far of a cab ride to them, and they offer fair rates.”&nbsp; Turning now, he starts to carefully pack up the cord for his laptop after lifting the screen open.&nbsp; Pressing a couple of buttons to save his work, he then hits the button to shut down as he speaks.&nbsp; “Oh, I have the time.&nbsp; This is just a bit of side work for me, thankfully.”&nbsp; Grinning now that the computer has shut down, he closes it again with a little click.&nbsp; Standing up slowly, he stuffs his laptop into a nice leather case that had been propped up against the side of his chair.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;After making certain that everything is in order, he turns back to her.&nbsp; “Well?&nbsp; Want to head on?&nbsp; I know a lovely little café not far from here.&nbsp; It is just down the street, if you don’t mind walking.”&nbsp; Holding up a folded umbrella now, he flicks the clasp on it to let it unfurl a tiny bit.&nbsp; Not actually extending it out yet, but just loosing the strap that had held it tightly down.&nbsp; “If you don’t mind walking close to my side, I can at least try and keep you from getting too soaked again.”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>02-04-2012, 01:39:10</strong>
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				She blinks in surprise at the bold gesture but smiles brightly at him just the same. Gently biting her lip she watches him shut down his computer, "that would be much appreciated." Having Victor give her a list of hotels would save time and energy that could be put towards other things, finding a steady income would be a fairly good example.<br><br>Returning his grin with her own, she stood up with him, grabbing her sweatshirt from the back of her chair and deciding to carry it rather than wear it again. "After you then," with that she sidled up next to him, her lush curves brushing against him due to her closeness. Her heart raced at his close proximity but she calmly looked up at him, one hand in her jean pocket while the other held her jacket. "So if I get wet I can blame you," she teased, her voice low and nearly a whisper as she found no need to raise it any higher. Instinctively her body pressed slightly closer to the heat that radiated from the large man beside her causing her taut form to melt against his for just a moment before turning to walk to the door where she held it open for him.
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				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>02-04-2012, 04:40:33</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Shaking his head slowly, he offers a smile as he once again holds up a hand in a dismissive manner.&nbsp; “Really, it is no trouble at all.&nbsp; I am not from the area either, and it is the least I can do to give you the names of a few good places.”&nbsp; Shouldering the leather case that now holds his computer, he takes a few steps towards the door.&nbsp; Pausing there to let her catch up, he transfers the umbrella to his other hand as she moves in close to his side.&nbsp; Deciding in his mind to just go for it, she can feel his free arm slip around her waist and pull her a tiny bit closer to his side.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Closer to him, she can feel the heat coming from his body.&nbsp; Not feverish by any means, but just a natural body warmth that radiates off of him in waves.&nbsp; His scent now, is also a bit more pronounced as his hand touches her opposite hip.&nbsp; With her leading the way towards the door, he lets her open it for him as he pulls just a bit away from her.&nbsp; Opening the umbrella to protect the both of them from the rain now, his arm stays a bit away from his side to invite her back against him.&nbsp; Whispering just loud enough to hear himself now, his voice drops to a deep pitch as his tone keeps that little playful sound.&nbsp; However, there is something just a bit more to it now.&nbsp; “If you get wet, I hope I am to blame.”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>02-04-2012, 05:13:37</strong>
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				When he first pulled her close she was surprised by his boldness but instantly molded her body against his. With his scent invading her senses Andrea lay her head on his shoulder as they walked out of the small shop, the scent of rain, normally overpowering in its freshness was nothing compared to Victor's. Yet, instead of turning away, annoyed that he was so close his scent over-powered others, she pressed closer, feeling safe with his arm draped over her hip. <br><br>She had just snuck her own arm around his waist to hold on tightly when she caught his words. They made a faint blush spread across her cheeks staining them a rosy pink and had her head ducking slightly to press her cheek against his chest, a smile curling her lips. She seemed to constantly smile in his presence and that didn't change now. Her eyes flashing mischievously she glanced up at him and spoke just loud enough for him to hear her, "maybe you will be."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>02-04-2012, 05:56:02</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;If he said anything after her words, they would be drowned out by the gust of wind that picks up.&nbsp; Driving the rain nearly sideways for a brief moment, he holds his umbrella like a shield against the wind and rain.&nbsp; Muttering something or another about the storm, his arm around her waist tightens to pull her even closer against him.&nbsp; Trying his best to keep her dry, it really is pointless as the rain still manages to hit them both.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Keeping her against his side, he steps out of the little alcove of the door way and onto the sidewalk.&nbsp; Thankfully the wind dies down just a bit, to allow them an easier time in walking.&nbsp; With the awnings of shops out, they are able to duck under each of them, with little bursts of movements between them.&nbsp; Still holding the umbrella over the two of their heads, he is trying to keep it mostly over her rather than himself.&nbsp; And in the end, he gets more than a bit soaked by the time they make their way to the café.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Pausing before the front of the small Italian café, there is a sign of specials hung in the window, and a little awning spread out over some empty seats.&nbsp; Nobody is daring to sit outside in this weather today, and even the inside of the establishment looks a bit dead.&nbsp; Thankful to be here, he reluctantly pulls away from her side to pull the door open.&nbsp; With a little ringing of bells, the door opens, and the wafting scent of baking bread and tomato sauce hits the both of them.&nbsp; Making his mouth water at the thought of a good meal, he smiles while motioning her into the restaurant.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Here we are!&nbsp; They have the best lasagna in town, guaranteed to lift your spirits on a dreary day like this.”&nbsp; Walking in after her, she could pick up his second statement, that he speaks just under his breath.&nbsp; “Well, second only to a lovely lady wrapped around you.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>02-04-2012, 08:58:27</strong>
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				As they made their way to the cafe, Andrea noticed how he struggled to keep mainly her dry and, although she felt touched by his thoughtfulness, this only made her press her body all the harder against his own, attempting to keep him dry as well. This proved to be a losing battle due to the wind succeeding in blowing the rain every which way, effectively soaking him and dampening her.<br><br>When he pulled away from her to open the door she had to bit her bottom-lip to stop the soft cry of protest that threatened to make itself known. With a grateful smile, Andrea moved pasted him to enter the cafe, her eyes instantly closing with a soft hum of pleasure as she was instantly surrounded by the delicious smells and aromas. The delicious smells of breads, cheeses and sauces all wafting from the kitchen had her stomach growling with such a ferocity she blushed and wrapped her arms across her belly.<br><br>Her blush only increased at his comment and she looked over her shoulder at him with a smile, "is that so? Well I'm not one to know about the lovely lady part but if you say their lasagna is so good I'm going to have to try for myself." Her smile brightened as she teased him, her entire attitude and body language warm and accepting as she stood before him. Biting her lip gently, her blue gaze trailed across his damp clothes, "well I'm not wet but it seems you are."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>02-04-2012, 10:25:35</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Not minding her pressing closer against him as they walk, it soon becomes just a bit difficult as their legs start brushing against each other’s.&nbsp; Forcing them to slow down a tiny bit, he finally gives up trying to keep himself at least a bit dry, to focus on her own comfort.&nbsp; After opening the door for her, he walks in himself.&nbsp; Bumping into her after she stops inside the door, she can feel his chest and body pressing against her.&nbsp; With his legs and hips hitting her rear, he pauses there for a moment before backing off.&nbsp; Smiling though, there is a playful look in his eyes as if he enjoyed the momentary press against her rear.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“I can attest to both, so I do recommend it!”&nbsp; Chuckling now, he steps just a bit to her side to lift his hand in a wave to one of the servers.&nbsp; The server looks up at the sound of the bell, and seeing Victor there he waves his hand.&nbsp; Speaking about being right there, the server sets about clearing the table before starting to head in their direction.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Turning towards the door now, Victor shakes the water off of his umbrella and closes it.&nbsp; When that is done, he turns back to step up closer towards her now, with his hand once again slipping around her back.&nbsp; Waiting for the server to approach, he murmurs a little few words under his breath to her.&nbsp; “Well, I will just have to work on you later then?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>02-04-2012, 18:36:02</strong>
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				When he presses against her still form in the doorway she gasps in shock just as she melts against him, a gentle shiver racing along her spine makes her tremble against him. In this position she can feel every inch along his tall, hard frame along her own and this only encouraged more shivers from her petite frame. Although she was loath to give up the sensation of him so tightly pressed against her she steps aside with a small, coy smile, allowing her hand to brush across the hard planes of his chest as she does so.<br><br>She laughs softly and looks over in time to see the server clearing one last table only to have her attention directed back to Victor when his hand slips behind her to rest on the soft dip at the small of her back. The movement forces her to take a small step forward until the gentle swell of her breasts graze his chest. "I'd be rather disappointed if you didn't," her voice is soft and sweet just as her eyes hold promise for more to come.<br><br>With another soft laugh she turns her head to see the server come up to them with a large smile, "two then? Right, follow me, please" with a broad smile, he turns on his eyes with a quick grab at the stack of menus on a small desk against the wall and led them to a small table against the wall.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>03-04-2012, 01:17:40</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Looking down towards this lady, he just could not place what it was about her that made all of this flirting and sudden offers feel so natural.&nbsp; Yet, it really did to him, and as her body pressed tighter against his own for a moment, he has to resist the urge to lean down and kiss her.&nbsp; Able to hold himself back, he is thankful for the waiter as he comes up to them.&nbsp; Nodding in response to the waiter, Victor keeps his hand upon the small of Andrea’s back as they make their way towards the table.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Once at the table, the waiter sets out the menus before taking off the excess place settings and walking off.&nbsp; First seating Andrea, Victor pulls out her chair with a smile, to then tuck it under her as she sits down.&nbsp; Seeming just something that he does, he doesn’t make any grand gestures with it, but just a simple matter before pulling the laptop case off of his shoulder.&nbsp; Setting it against the wall, he then has a seat himself, across the table from her.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Rather disappointed?&nbsp; Well, does that make this a date then?&nbsp; Seeing as we are at a nice restaurant, I am with a pretty lady…&nbsp; And please, order whatever you want.&nbsp; I do recommend the lasagna, but really everything here is wonderful.”&nbsp; Pausing then, he picks up his menu to start looking it over.&nbsp; “Ok, well not everything.&nbsp; I don’t recommend the supreme pizza, he does put anchovies on it.”&nbsp; Chuckling at the last part, he looks up and over his menu to watch her for a moment.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>03-04-2012, 07:46:06</strong>
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				A soft blush spread across Andrea's cheeks when he pulled out her chair for her. To him it was so simple, a thing as easy and natural as breathing, yet for her it had her heart pounding. No one would have dared such an action within the pack then again no one would have dared to raise their eyes to look at her for fear of the Alpha's hand coming down upon them. Acting as though the action occurred on a daily basis for her, she pushed her hair back and gave him a warm smile accompanied by a gentle "thank you," as she took her seat.<br><br>Her blush only darkened at the mention of a date. <em>Was this one? Did he think it was? Sounds like he does...</em> In the course of seconds her mind was asking about half a dozen questions. She hadn't thought of it as one but upon further expectation she was starting to believe it one.<br><br>Smiling, she opened the menu and skimmed through a few dishes already aware that she would be ordering the lasagna, if he thought it was good she was curious to see just how good it was. "Hmm nice restaurant <strong>and</strong> you're paying, sounds like a date to me. Unless you have an objection that is?" She gave him a warm smile and allowed her sentence to trail off just as the server came back with a pitcher of water. He smiled at the couple before filling up to glasses for them and playing the pitcher to the side of the table, in easy reach should either want more. He smiled and inclined his head mentioning he would be back momentarily to take their order before turning on his heel and walking back to the kitchen.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>03-04-2012, 08:32:20</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Catching the soft blush of her cheek as he settles into his seat, she can see his eyes linger on her cheeks for a long moment.&nbsp; After finally tearing his eyes away from her beautiful face, he looks over the menu for what he might be in the mood for.&nbsp; All the while that he looks, the corners of his mouth turn upwards at he knows full well that the lasagna is what he will order.&nbsp; Can’t talk it up, and not get it, he thinks to himself.&nbsp; Upon hearing her words though, his leg moves underneath the table to gently brush along the side of her calf.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“So this is a date, damn.&nbsp; Should have dressed a little better.”&nbsp; Laughing softly now, he waits for the server to fill their water glasses and walk off before dropping his voice to a soft whisper.&nbsp; Meant just for her, he is thankful that his friend had sat them off away from the other two filled tables in the restaurant.&nbsp; “First date, and I already have a beautiful lady damp.&nbsp; Hmm, where will the second lead us?&nbsp; Or should I be hopeful, and say third?”&nbsp; Grinning as he speaks, his leg against hers lifts upwards just a tiny bit to brush further against hers.&nbsp; “First things first, I need to make sure you get some food in you and stay warm and dry.”&nbsp; While he has that playful tone in his voice still, there is an underlying note of protectiveness as well to his words.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>03-04-2012, 09:04:51</strong>
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				She jumps ever so slightly at the brush of his leg across hers but quickly relaxes at the sensation her own moving to rest against his. This flirting was completely new and exciting to her just as the freedom she was experiencing was. The more time she spends in Victor's company the more relaxed she feels around him. <em>He is just so much like home,</em> she softly rationalized and in truth he is. Had he been one of the pack there was no doubt in her mind he would have taken the place as Alpha and unlike the current leader she could actually sense that Victor cared. His protective tone concerning taking care of her is not lost on her and the idea that he wants to protect her and care for her sent a small shiver down her spine while the wolf within her howled in pleasure.<br><br>"You should have dressed better? Please! Just throw on a tie and you're good to go. Look at me," she makes a small face and leans back in her chair to motion to her torn jeans and tank-top. "I think I'm the now who should have dressed a little better." As she talks her laughter creeps into her tone and her eyes brightened with the light-hearted teasing between the two.<br><br>His next words caught her off guard and she could feel her cheeks heat up with yet another blush to darken her cheeks all the more. "Who knows? Play your cards right tonight and we might just find out what happens next," as she spoke she mentally shook herself. What was with her? She never acted like this! <em>You never had a reason to,</em> that was something she just couldn't deny. There was something about Victor, actually there were many things about him, that made her trust him, put her faith in him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>03-04-2012, 09:28:23</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As her leg brushes along his, he lifts his foot upwards a tiny bit by bending his ankle.&nbsp; Touching the back of her calf now with the top of his shoe, she can feel him cupping and holding her leg there in the crook of his ankle.&nbsp; Setting his menu down after having closed it, he turns to see the waiter taking the order from another table.&nbsp; Shaking his head slowly, he smiles as his hand reaches across the table to very gently touch hers.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“You are beautiful.&nbsp; And I am not meaning that as any line, just that you are.&nbsp; Like you are right now, I don’t care what you are wearing.”&nbsp; Trying to move his hand in a manner to hold hers, his eyes lift up from where he had been watching her cheeks darken to find her eyes.&nbsp; “Yeah,&nbsp; I’d like to see where things go.&nbsp; But first, I’d rather have your respect.&nbsp; I’m not going to try and take advantage of you, just because you happen to be out on your own now.”&nbsp; Shaking his head slowly now, his tone is soft but with a firm note to it.&nbsp; “You have my word there, if anything happens?&nbsp; It’s at your pace.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;With that said, there is the sound of steps approaching their table now.&nbsp; The waiter finished taking the order of the other table, and now is walking in their direction.&nbsp; Not moving his hand from where it is touching hers, Victor smiles up to the waiter after he stops there; pad in hand.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“What can I get for you two to drink?&nbsp; Or are you ready to order now?”&nbsp; Speaking in a cheerful voice, the waiter flicks a glance down to see where Victor is holding her hand, causing his smile to widen just a bit more.&nbsp; Flashing a knowing glance to Victor now, the waiter clicks his pen while waiting for either of them to speak.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Well, I will have the house Chianti and the lasagna.&nbsp; First though, I think some garlic bread would be nice.”&nbsp; Turning to look at her now, Victor has something of a questioning look in his eyes.&nbsp; Almost as if he is asking, should he order for her?&nbsp; Or let her do so.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>04-04-2012, 03:03:21</strong>
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				After taking a small sip of water her eyes flash up to his, a smile crossing her features as he holds her leg within the crook of his ankle. Had this been any other man she had no doubt she would have felt cornered, trapped but because she felt safe with Victor she leans into his touch, her leg running along his calf. Her eyes fixed to his, Andrea closes the menu and sets it aside before leaning forward ever so slightly. With on hand resting on the table she places the other against the side of her neck, her elbow propping her up as she studies him, listens to him talk.<br><br>Smiling at his words the hand at her neck moves to cover her blushing cheeks in gentle embarrassment. He is just so sweet. So kind. Her heart beats heavily in her chest only to race at the soft brush of his hand across her own. Bright blue eyes glance down to where he held her hand before flickering back up to him. It is hard to not notice how small her hand looks within his own, nearly fragile. "Thank you," she says softly. For once she is given the chance to choose what she wants and, as she watches the man before her, she finds she wants to get to know him.<br><br>With a gentle squeeze of his hand she looks up in time to see the waiter give Victor a knowing look she was obviously not meant to see and ducked her head slightly, hiding a smile. As the waiter turns to her, Andrea's eyes once more find Victor's. Never glancing away from him she tells the server, "that sounds good. Can I get the same?"<br><br>With a short chuckle he tells her, "of course," before taking their folded menus and walking away, menus tucked beneath his arm. Gently, her fingertips trace across Victor's palm, barely brushing his skin. "So you know my story. What's yours?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>04-04-2012, 04:46:05</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Picking up on some of the subtle clues that she happens to be giving off, he waits for the waiter to take down their order and leave, before speaking again.&nbsp; With her leg gently pressing more into his, he allows his fingers to now slip in between hers as they sit there.&nbsp; For some reason, it just feels natural to him, to be holding this stranger’s hand in such a familiar way.&nbsp; Smiling still as he watches her hand come up to cover her darkening cheeks.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“I have a lovely lady blushing already?”&nbsp; Chuckling softly at his own words, his fingers within hers give a little squeeze to show that he really doesn’t mind.&nbsp; But when she asks of his own story, his expression drops just a bit to take on a more serious look.&nbsp; “There is little to tell actually.&nbsp; I grew up on the east coast, near Boston.&nbsp; I always was good with technology, so I ended up going to MIT for a degree in mechanical engineering.&nbsp; That was about four years ago, and when I graduated I got a job offer out here.&nbsp; Decided to come for the interview, and fell in love with the city.”&nbsp; Shrugging his shoulders just a tiny bit, he pauses speaking as the waiter approaches the table again.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Wine glasses in one hand, the waiter has a bottle of wine in the other.&nbsp; First setting down the glasses with a practiced efficiency, he then places the bottle on the table.&nbsp; With a flick of his wrist, he pulls out a corkscrew to then remove the cork with a soft pop.&nbsp; Leaving the cork on the table, he pours a few fingers of wine in each glass, hers first of course.&nbsp; Then looking to the both of them, he has a smile as he speaks.&nbsp; “Anything else I can get you now?”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Shaking his head, Victor holds up his free hand as he speaks.&nbsp; “No, thank you.&nbsp; That is wonderful.”&nbsp; Turning his attention back to her now, the smile returns to his face.&nbsp; “What else would you like to know about me?”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>04-04-2012, 08:01:38</strong>
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				Her fingers entwined with his Andrea listens to him talk, her thumb brushing across the side of his hand gently as a soft encouragement to continue. She truly found herself fascinated by this man and longed to know more about him. If he had been a werewolf she would have been able to know where he was from, who his pack was, how close they were and several other things, yet due to him being human she found she had to uncover answers through a conversation with him that she found herself enjoying what he had to say.<br><br>She glances up as the waiter sets their glasses down and pours a bit of wine into each glass before moving away towards another table. Her free hand reaches out to rub the back of his gently, a smile curling her lips to match his own. "So that job? That you came up here for? Did you get it or look for another place?"<br><br>As she asks him her nails brush across his skin, her head tilted slightly as she tried to figure him out. What was it about him that let her feel so safe? Why did he draw her like a moth to a flame? How come even the wolf within her calmed at his scent and presence? Who was this man?
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>04-04-2012, 21:01:53</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;While Andrea is sitting there, wondering so many things about this man Simon, he is there wondering things of his own.&nbsp; Why was this lady so captivating?&nbsp; What about her made him want to wrap her up in his arms and keep her safe?&nbsp; What about her made him want even more than that from her?&nbsp; Coming out of the thoughts that were spinning through his mind at the sound of her voice, he smiles as his own thumb moves to touch hers.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“I did get an offer from them, and after some negotiation, I took the job.”&nbsp; Chuckling softly, he motions towards his laptop with his free hand now.&nbsp; “That is what I was working on, but really it is nothing major.&nbsp; The project isn’t due for another month, and I am probably ahead of anyone else on it.”&nbsp; Smiling as he reaches his hand over towards his wine glass, the fingers that are slipped between hers never move.&nbsp; Lifting his glass up, he motions towards her in a small toast.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“So here is to you, and making stormy days all that much better.”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>05-04-2012, 06:34:11</strong>
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				"No," she tells him softly her hand squeezing his for a brief second as her other hand moves to pick up her glass, "to new beginnings." With a smile on her lips, Andrea raises her own glass before taking a small sip. Her eyes close for a moment as the flavors of the Chianti roll across her tongue in a way that was nearly sinful in its divine taste.<br><br>As she sets her glass down she delicately licks a drop of the dark liquid from her upper lip before turning in time to see the waiter approach, a basket of bread in one hand and a smile on his lips. He sets the bread down on the edge of the table as their hands were in the middle and beamed at the two, "your dishes will be out momentarily, here is a basket of that garlic bread you ordered." With a small bow of his head, the server caught Victor's eye and tilted his head to Andrea before giving him a warm smile and walking off, an action that did not go unnoticed by the young woman.<br><br>Squeezing his hand again gently, she brushed a stray lock of hair away, tucking it behind her ear before tilting her head to the waiter talking to a couple a few tables away. "I take it you know each other."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>05-04-2012, 07:52:18</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“New beginnings?”&nbsp; Seeming a bit curious at her words, he doesn’t question them at the moment as their glasses touch.&nbsp; Taking a small sip from his own glass, he lets the wine linger on his tongue for a long moment before finally swallowing.&nbsp; Closing his eyes as the wine trickles down his throat, his lips turn upwards as he enjoys the flavor of it.&nbsp; As he sets the glass down, he can feel the slight warming sensation of the wine as it starts to combat the chill of the day.&nbsp; Thankful for his own clothes being a bit warm, his eyes look her over again as he wonders if she will really be ok in her current clothing.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Shaking himself from his thoughts now, he turns his head up a bit to look at the waiter.&nbsp; Moving his arm a tiny bit, he doesn’t let his hand slip from hers as he tries to give the waiter a bit more room to set down the bread.&nbsp; The smell of the basket wafts upwards, promising warm and fresh bread with just a hint of butter and garlic.&nbsp; Toasted nicely, the bread is covered by a white linen cloth to retain its heat.&nbsp; When the waiter gives his knowing glance, Victor ducks his head a tiny bit.&nbsp; Not really embarrassed or anything, he simply seems to not know what to do with the attention at the moment.&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;When she asks him about it though, he gives a quick bob of his head before letting his eyes meet hers.&nbsp; “I’ve been coming here about once a week for about a year now, maybe a little less, I never really paid attention to that sort of detail.&nbsp; But, I’ve been coming here for a while now, and we have spoken here and there.&nbsp; He’s even tried to set me up a couple of times, though it never worked.”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>05-04-2012, 08:55:11</strong>
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				"Never worked?" She asks curious and determined to learn more about this man. "Why's that?" As she questions him, Andrea takes another sip from the wine again holding the flavor on her tongue for as long as possible before feeling it trickle down her throat to warm her belly with a gentle heat that radiated outwards and helped stave off the chill. Biting her lip slightly, she set it aside before shifting in her seat, her calf brushing across his own again while her free hand traces a gentle pattern against his wrist, taking in the warm of his skin just as she takes in the warmth of the liquor.<br><br>Andrea turns her head slightly at the sound of rustling behind them and she watches as an elderly couple take their leave. With one hand he leans against a cane, the other locked firmly to hers. At the door he brings her hand up for a gentle kiss before leaning close and whispering something in her ear which earned him a smile and a kiss as they walked out the door. With her sensitive hearing, Andrea had been able to pick up most of what he said, <em><span class="bbc_u">"you're just as beautiful as the day er met,"</span></em> before the rest was lost tp the driving rains. With a smile, Andrea turns back to Victor, "makes you wish for something like that, no?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>05-04-2012, 09:17:49</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Shrugging his shoulders a bit at her question, his hand once again moves over towards his wine glass.&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Lifting it up by the stem, he touches the rim of the glass against his lips for a moment before taking a sip.&nbsp; Obviously thinking things over, his eyes grow a tiny bit distant as his thoughts go over the past few dates he had been on.&nbsp; Always, something had been just off enough to make him not want a second one.&nbsp; Never anything big, it had earned his a bit of a reputation as being picky.&nbsp; And then of course, were a few of his tastes when it came to things past the actual date.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Shaking his head just that tiny bit to clear his thoughts, he offers her a small smile as he lowers his glass.&nbsp; “They just, never worked out.&nbsp; Looking for things that I wasn’t, I was looking for things they weren’t.&nbsp; Sometimes just…incompatible, past the date.”&nbsp; Seeming a bit hesitant to explain any more than that comment, he turns his head to let out a little cough.&nbsp; Then turning to her, he has a slightly knowing smile on his face.&nbsp; “Maybe you might just find out.&nbsp; Or, hopefully end up breaking that streak…”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;When she indicates the older couple, he looks over in their direction.&nbsp; Catching them just in time to watch the older man lift her hand up, it brings a wide smile to his lips.&nbsp; Continuing to watch as the older couple ends up walking out the door, he has an amused look on his face.&nbsp; “Well, maybe with a little more spice?&nbsp; And, saying you want to come back here when we are eighty?&nbsp; I hope the business is still going…”&nbsp; Letting his words trail off, he speaks with a confidence that seems to say that should they become an item, they would have a much better chance than the restaurant.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>05-04-2012, 20:09:18</strong>
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				Andrea tilts her head ever so slightly as she listens to him talk about why these dates never worked out for him. Her brow furrow ever so slightly and her thumb brushes back and forth across his own soothingly. <em>What did he mean by incompatible?</em> Her mind is spinning rapidly as she struggles to think of why that would be. It was clear by the way he worded it he was talking sexually but <em>how could they be incompatible? What exactly was he looking for?</em> She bites her lip gently wanting to ask but the way he turned away from her was enough of an indicator that he does not have any intention of going into detail.<br><br>Deciding to trust him as she had with several other things today she gave him a reassuring smile that quickly turned coy at his next words. "Who knows? I just might break it," she squeezes his hand gently, a teasing note in her tone.<br><br>Her laughter is soft yet carefree as he continues, he was definitely confident that's for sure. A confidence that just seems to attract her to him all the more. "Well if the smells from the kitchen are any clue as to how good the food is, I have to say I think this place will be around long after us." Her oceanic blue eyes dance in the light with her laughter, "and a little more spice? Oh do tell what is going through that head of yours."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>05-04-2012, 22:04:14</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Pulling her hand upwards as her thumb brushes along his skin, he smiles as he leans in.&nbsp; Moving to touch his lips to her fingers softly, he has a smile of his own on his face as he speaks.&nbsp; “Here’s hoping you will.”&nbsp; Then letting their hands drop back to the table, he turns to watch as their order gets placed into the expediting window.&nbsp; Realizing that they haven’t even touched their food yet, he chuckles as his free hand moves to uncover their bread.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“A little more spice…&nbsp; Maybe I am not as vanilla as others, and crave a little excitement at times.”&nbsp; Shrugging his shoulders now, there is a clear mischievous and playful look in his eyes as he glances back to her.&nbsp; Flipping the cloth from the top of the bread, he uncovers it to let a little tendril of steam escape the basket.&nbsp; Taking a slice in between his fingers, he pauses with the slice just an inch or so above the basket.&nbsp; Deciding to be a bit playful again, he moves his arm up slowly to where his hand is offering the bread to her lips.&nbsp; “Any more than that, you will have to find out later.&nbsp; Right now, I want to make sure my date is properly taken care of.”&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Waiting for her to take a bite from the crusty bread, it is artfully baked with a soft center.&nbsp; A bit of butter had been spread over it, to now have melted and melded with the soft center that has just the right amount of garlic on it.&nbsp; Grinning now, he waits until her mouth is full before speaking in a soft tone.&nbsp; “Or, should I say my woman?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>06-04-2012, 07:48:10</strong>
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				At the faintest brush of his lips on her fingertips her heart seizes in her chest before pounding away again, making her breathing become slightly ragged. She doesn't know why but this man affecta her in a way that not one member of her former pack had and she is determined to find out why. At his words, Andrea's eyes move back to his from where they lay at their hands. <br><br><em>Excitement? How about you're sitting across from a woman who would fit better in a horror film than a romantic movie?</em> She keeps her thoughts to herself however as she listens to him talk, her fingers still tingling with sensitivity and excitement from the gentle kiss. "I hope I do get to find out," she tells him with a bright smile parting her lips for just a brief moment before her eyes flicker down to the bread he offers. Without hesitation she leans close and takes a small bit after she graces his own finger tips with a gentle kiss, the tip of her tongue darting out for just a moment to lick away a small dot of the butter from his skin.<br><br>Blushing at her boldness she pulls away and pushes her hair back, away from her face while her eyes focus anywhere but on his own. She doesn't understand what could posses her to be so daring yet with Victor she feels as though she can open herself up, a sensation that is completely new to her and worries her immensely.<br><br>She chews slowly as she thinks until his words pull her attention back to the emerald eyed man sitting across from her. <em>Does he mean that? Would he want that? Well of course he does, stupid, for all he knows you're a regular person. Not a wolf in women's clothing!</em> Her mind berates her pitilessly yet a flush of satisfaction stains her cheeks. Deep within her the wolf tossed back her head and howled in approval, clearly pleased by the idea. "Your woman? Think you can handle me?" She questions, her voice light and teasing while trying to keep the pressure off. As she gazes at him, for just a brief moment, possibly nothing more than a trick of the lights, her eyes seem to shift, suddenly holding a wildness within them that was far from human.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>06-04-2012, 08:29:05</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Of course he didn’t know about her true form, as his life had been one of relative normalcy.&nbsp; Oh sure, a few odd things had happened here and there.&nbsp; Little serendipitous events that just couldn’t be explained, and instead were filed under luck; or times where he had brushed against the supernatural, yet never knew it.&nbsp; While he had never experienced anything more than a brush with the supernatural, it had left a bit of a mark on him.&nbsp; That mark just showing him as someone exposed to more than the mundane existence of life.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;When her lips touch his finger, he reacts without thinking to press his finger back against her a tad bit.&nbsp; And then when her lips open up to lick that little spot of butter from him, his fingertip catches just along the inside of her lip to just barely tease her.&nbsp; Pulling his hand back now as she withdraws, his head ducks a little as if thinking he had done too much.&nbsp; Only dropping his gaze for a brief second though, he looks back towards her while she tries to not meet his eyes.&nbsp; Waiting patiently there, he smiles softly as her gaze finally returns to his.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Handle you?&nbsp; I think you already know the answer to that, and just where you are here…”&nbsp; Letting his words trail off, they lack any form of cocky posturing that might have accompanied them were they to come from someone else.&nbsp; Instead, he seems to be stating a simple fact.&nbsp; That indeed, she is his, only the words haven’t been said yet.&nbsp; However when her eyes show that wildness, that otherworldly light, his own grow a bit wide before he blinks.&nbsp; Blinking twice in quick succession, he peers a bit closer into her eyes to make sure what he had seen was actually real before speaking.&nbsp; “You have beautiful eyes.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>06-04-2012, 08:58:45</strong>
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				She laughs softly, curious about whether or not he would still be saying he could handle her if he knew exactly what she was. What most don't know is that the supernatural lives awfully close to regular people, although some, like her former pack, were more clustered, that didn't stop them from socializing with humans. They shop together, work together, sometimes eat, sleep and play together and all without being detected. Sure, once in a blue moon someone might catch a glimpse of something not quite right, hell the tabloids were full of them, but they were all explained away: trick of the light, a joke, a fake. It is truly amazing how determined people can be when they don't want to believe something.<br><br>Andrea rubs the back of her neck gently, silently pleased and embarrassed by his compliment and unaware of the quick shift within her eyes. She is aware of, however, the sudden inspection he gives her as though looking for something. She leans her head back slightly, a tad taken back before leaning back towards him a playful smile crossing her lips. "Looking for something, Victor?" She asks him, his name rolling off her tongue, almost appearing to savor how his name graced her lips.<br><br>Still smiling at him, she took a piece of bread and tore it slightly, the warm butter landing on her fingers as she offered him the piece just as he had done for her, "taking care of someone goes both ways, no? I believe it's every woman's right and responsibility to take care of their man."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>06-04-2012, 09:18:06</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Hmm…”&nbsp; Letting his voice trail off at her question, he shakes his head slowly before a grin appears on his face.&nbsp; “Oh, just looking at a beautiful lady.”&nbsp; Speaking now just under his breath, he remembers that she had hear him from before, so he was counting upon her highly tuned hearing.&nbsp; “And maybe wondering, what you will look like in my arms.”&nbsp; Raising his voice back to a normal tone his own eyes glint a little as he speaks.&nbsp; “Hopefully soon.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Playing off the fact that he has seen something in her eyes, something more than what she has let on so far, he lets his gaze linger on her face for a long moment.&nbsp; Finally looking past her, his lips turn from that grin to an actual smile as he notices outside the rain is starting to slow.&nbsp; While it is still raining, the wind has slacked off a bit to at least not cause the rain to come down in sheets.&nbsp; Watching it for just a moment, his attention returns to her as she is holding out the bread to him.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“So, you have to take care of your man?”&nbsp; Taking a bite from it, he is certain to let his lips brush along her finger as she holds it there.&nbsp; Flashing his teeth, she can see they are white and set neatly in his mouth, without any overlap or gaps.&nbsp; Tearing the bite of bread off, he leans back in his seat a little as he chews.&nbsp; Swallowing finally, his voice drops again.&nbsp; “Is that admitting that you are mine now?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>06-04-2012, 16:15:10</strong>
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				"In not so many words," she&nbsp; says with a laugh, a blush still darkening her cheeks from his earlier comment. <em>He is so sweet,</em> her heart thudded in her chest. In all honesty she had a feeling she would enjoy being his, and would especially enjoy being wrapped up in his arms. A small shiver of anticipation runs down her spine at the thought and squeezed his hand gently, oh yes, she would have no problem having his arms around her.<br><br><em>Yet, the wolf...</em> The thought trails off in her minds and she struggles not to flinch back. She knows he saw something in her or he wouldn't have starred so intently at her just a moment ago. He seemed to make a point of his gaze, as though saying he did in fact see something, and another blush rose up at the knowledge. <em>No,</em> she is not ashamed and, in this exact moment, she makes a promise to herself: if, or rather when by the way they've talked even teasingly, things were to progress between them to something more physical she needs to tell him what she is, for fear of turning him as well. Gently she nibbles her lip as she watches him. She will drop hints, let him try and guess what she is, hopefully it will then come as less of a shock when she tells him.<br><br>Having noticed his gaze out the window, Andrea turns in her seat slightly, lithe body shifting and turning ever so slightly to look out at the lessening rain. With the slowing of the rain more people have dared venture out to race to buildings and cars lining the streets, the hustle and bustle picking up again. Before turning back in her seat she allowed the wolf within her to step up for another brief moment, once again letting Victor get a flash of something not quiet human then allowing the wildness to fade away at a much slower pace until he was sure he saw something.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>07-04-2012, 23:52:40</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“In not so many words…”&nbsp; Chuckling softly as his words trail off, he tears his eyes away from where he had been looking out the window to gaze at her again.&nbsp; Trying his best to find her eyes, he once again sees that little bit of something else there.&nbsp; Staring for a long moment, he is certain that it is more than some trick of the light now.&nbsp; Seeming like he was going to say something, his mouth parts to be interrupted by the waiter.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Walking over with their plates in hand, the waiter smiles to them both before setting them down.&nbsp; Serving her first, the lasagna is still bubbling a bit from where is had been in the oven.&nbsp; Smelling of cheese, spices and other wonderful things, Victor leans down a bit closer to his plate to breath in its aroma.&nbsp; “Ahh, that smells wonderful!”&nbsp; Shaking his head at the question of would they need anything else, Victor watches the waiter walk off before turning his head back to her.&nbsp; While one hand unrolls his napkin, his other hand takes the silverware and sets them on the little under-plate that holds the oval shaped container of lasagna.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;After waiting for the waiter to walk out of earshot, he starts to cut a piece of lasagna for himself.&nbsp; Speaking in his soft tone, he smiles at her while his hands work upon gathering up a piece onto his fork.&nbsp; “And what if I wanted to hear you admit it?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>08-04-2012, 06:21:15</strong>
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				"Thank you," she softly tells the waiter giving him a warm smile as he sets her plate down. Steam blocks her view of Victor for a moment forcing her to wave it a way with a small laugh. "Oh it smells amazing," as she talks she leans close to take in each scent, her eyes closing in bliss before glancing up at him happily. Without even tasting it she knows she made the right choice and, taking the time to study her companion, she quickly reaches the conclusion that she made the correct choice in taking Victor up on his offer for a good meal.<br><br>Tucking her hair behind her ear, Andrea unrolls her napkin and places it on her lap before using the silverware to cut a small, bite-size piece from the still bubbling lasagna. She listens to him, using her fork she brings the bite to her lips to blow a soft breath across it, cooling it off while she thinks. Taking the bite, her blue eyes close in bliss, lips curving into a large smile as she softly whispers "delicious" after swallowing.<br><br>"What ifs can be the downfall of man though," she calmly sets her knife and fork down to sip at her wine, purposefully keeping her tone light as she skates around his question. "What if the Titanic had never hit that iceberg? What if the United States had stepped in quicker during the second World War? The world is full of what ifs that truly can never be answered. So what if I admit that I'm your woman?" She smiles as she takes another bite, "but I suppose you are simply curious for my answer, no?"<br><br>With a playful smile, she leans closer, a curl falling over her shoulder to curl at the soft, barely visible swell of her breasts. "So tell me, Victor, do you want to hear me admit it? Or was that merely a what if question?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>09-04-2012, 04:00:56</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Watching her take a bit of the lasagna, he waits for her reaction to the taste of it.&nbsp; As he notices her eyes close, his lips spread into a smile as he watches the magic of the food work upon her taste buds.&nbsp; Taking another bite of himself, his eyes never leave her for long, in fact they only glace down to his plate here and there to make certain his food is indeed on his fork.&nbsp; Bringing up another bit to his mouth now, he listens to her words as he chews.&nbsp; When she continues to speak, a playful light grows within his eyes as he lifts up another bite of lasagna.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“True…what if’s can be dangerous.”&nbsp; Pausing to eat the bit of lasagna on his fork, he chews for a long moment before swallowing.&nbsp; Speaking again, his voice is lowered with a hint of playfulness in it.&nbsp; “What if’s can be just idle thoughts, or even ways to feel a person out before making a bold statement.&nbsp; A manner of testing the waters, so to speak.”&nbsp; Shaking his head now, he slowly sets his fork down, with the silver barely making a clink against the ceramic of his plate.&nbsp; After setting his fork down, his hand moves upwards and across the table to very gently brush the back of his fingers along her cheek.&nbsp; “However in this case, it was more a means to be playful.&nbsp; I don’t need to hear it, as I already know the truth of the matter.”&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>09-04-2012, 09:02:43</strong>
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				"The truth?" She questions softly, eyes closing at the simple touch of his fingers across her cheek. She leans into his caress, instinctively nuzzling his hand. Before he pulls away her own hand comes up to rest atop his own, fingers entwining to hold him there to give her the chance to kiss his palm with a feather-light brush of her lips against his skin.<br><br>With his scent once more fresh, Andrea struggled not to whimper. The wolf within her recognized this man, despite him being human, as her superior, and, as such, demanded she roll on her back to expose her belly, bare her throat, whimper, do <em>something</em> to convey her submission and acceptance of him. Sitting across from him as she was all she wanted was to rub her body against his, to lay in his arms, to fully acknowledge him as her man and her Alpha, a concept that amazed her as she had so recently run from such a thing. With the fingers of her free hand gripping her fork tightly she looked up at him with a gentle smile, "and what is the truth?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>09-04-2012, 22:07:35</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Not having really known how she would react to such a forward gesture, any thoughts about if that was a good idea or not flee his mind the moment she nuzzles into him.&nbsp; When her lips turn to touch his palm, his smile only widens as he watches her with bright eyes.&nbsp; What am I doing?&nbsp; I have just met her, but it feels so right to do all of this…&nbsp; The thoughts flash through his brain for a brief second, before he moves his thumb to touch her lips.&nbsp; Wiping away just a tiny bit of sauce from her bottom lip now, his thumb lingers along the corner of her lips as he speaks.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“The truth is that you are mine already.”&nbsp; The words come out slowly, with confidence and care upon his tone.&nbsp; &nbsp;Holding his hand there for a moment longer, she might think that he expected a little motion or reaction to his words from her.&nbsp; Almost as if he was able to pick up on her thoughts about wishing to show some sign of submitting.&nbsp; But, just as he moved his hand to her cheek, he then pulls it away.&nbsp; “But yes, you are mine you know.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>10-04-2012, 04:16:07</strong>
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				She is unable to stop the soft whimper of protest that arose within her throat as Victor pulls away from her, immediately making her miss his tender touch. Yet without another sounds she lets him move his hand from its resting spot at her cheek. Instead she smiles at him warmly, clearly showing her welcome to his touch and so much more if he were only willing to take it. Continuing to smile, Andrea takes another bite of her pasta, allowing the wildness of the wolf within her to show through her bright blues once more that night and this time allowing it to remain.<br><br>"Is that so, Victor?" She asks with a playful tone, "well who am I to deny a man with such confidence?" Upon her last word she takes another sip of her wine, loving how it slides down her throat to fill her belly with the warmth of both alcohol and a hot meal.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>10-04-2012, 05:20:07</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;His hand hesitates midair when he hears that little whimper escape her, but ends up returning to his side.&nbsp; Dropping his hand to the table now, he quickly takes up his silverware again to start cutting into his lasagna.&nbsp; Smiling as a tendril of steam comes up from his plate as the knife bites though the cheese and pasta, he lifts the piece up to his lips before taking it into his mouth.&nbsp; Chewing for a long moment, his eyes close in bliss at the wonderful flavors that dance along his taste buds.&nbsp; Only after swallowing does he reach for his glass of wine to take a sip.&nbsp; When his mouth is clear again, he looks back to her as he speaks.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Deny a confident man?”&nbsp; Laughing softly, he shakes his head as he speaks in a playful tone of his own.&nbsp; “I think you would be denying yourself.&nbsp; Or, did I not hear a little sound of protest when I pulled my hand away?”&nbsp; Taking another bite of his meal now, he looks down towards his plate for a moment to scrape up a bit of crisped cheese from around the edge of his plate.&nbsp; Once he has it on his fork, he pops the mixture of cheese and pasta into his mouth with a very content smile.&nbsp; Pausing before chewing, it looks almost as if thought suddenly popped into his head.&nbsp; Chewing quickly now, he swallows to speak with a more serious tone.&nbsp; “Instead of me showing you a hotel for tonight, how about I just show you those places tomorrow?&nbsp; And tonight, you stay with me.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>10-04-2012, 05:51:28</strong>
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				Andrea blushs wildly at his comment, silently cursing herself for allowing her noises to slip out. Looking down at her plate, she takes another bite, the pasta is covered in cheese and making her smile as soon as it hits her tongue But his next words have her head instantly back up to lock eyes with him, she would have questioned if he were serious had she not been able to hear his tone.<br><br>It left little room to argue.<br><br>She take her time answering, twirling a long, thin strand of cheese around her fork before chewing it thoughtfully. She doesn't want to rush into the same thing she just escaped, yet every fiber of her being told her she could trust him, told her she <em>had</em> to trust him. It was as alarming an sensation as it was comforting. But it was the soothing aspect that calms her nerves and allows her to have a steady hand as she sets down her silverware to take another sip of wine. She had never been able to handle alcohol well and, with barely half the glass gone, she could already feel a small buzz starting. In that moment she decides two things. To set aside the wine as she quickly moves to do, and to take the chance.<br><br>"As long as you don't mind me being there, I would love to," her voice sounds much steadier than she feels helping to calm her shaky nerves all the more.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>10-04-2012, 06:13:04</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Shaking his head slowly at her words, the smile on his lips never fades.&nbsp; “I never said that I’m asking you to move in.&nbsp; But just to save you having to try and find a place tonight.&nbsp; It is my duty, to make sure my gal is taken care of, especially when she is out in a storm.”&nbsp; Grinning just a little at his last words, he pauses speaking to take another bite of lasagna.&nbsp; Sipping at his wine again, he finds that most of his glass is gone by this point.&nbsp; Thankfully his tolerance to alcohol was bit higher, and the wine was doing little more than warming his insides.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“I have a guest room, and a spare bathroom that you can use.&nbsp; Though, it is only a half-bath, so you will have to share a shower with me.”&nbsp; Winking now, his voice drops to just above a whisper now.&nbsp; “Of course, I still have the task of getting you wet…&nbsp; So maybe I will come in and wash your back?”&nbsp; Pausing for a moment, she can see a little hesitance within his eyes all of a sudden.&nbsp; Thinking about just what shape his guest room is in at the moment, he realizes that she might see just how much spice in life he likes.&nbsp; In his guest room, he had left a few toys out and most likely would not be able to tuck them away before her seeing them.&nbsp; With just a bare little shrug of his shoulders, his thoughts turn to the present as his eyes loose the look of hesitance.&nbsp; “I’ll just have to ask that you pardon a bit of the mess.&nbsp; I do live alone, and sometimes it can get a little cluttered.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>10-04-2012, 07:22:30</strong>
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				She laughs softly, her expressive eyes bright with her happiness, although a small amount of worry nags at her. It isn't like her to accept this kind of offer but, in truthfulness, was that true? Never before had she ever been in this type of situation, so who was to say if it was like her to accept or not? <em>And isn't the point of this to 'break free'? To 'get to know myself'?</em><br><br>With a soft laugh purely sounded as an attempt to dispel irrational fears, she brushes her fingers through her hair, lifting the dark strands off her shoulders to fall down her back in raven waves. "Hmm depends, does that mean you're only going to wash my back?" She whispers back, her smile filled with pure wicked mischief. If he truly did want her as his own, she was going to give him a run for his money... That is if he doesn't die of shock when he finds out what she is.<br><br>Smiling brightly at him she runs her leg against his again in a gentle reassurance, unaware of what could have him worried. Everyone had clutter, right? "Don't worry about it," she said with a laugh, her hand reaching out to squeeze his gently.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>11-04-2012, 05:30:19</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Letting a rich and deep laugh bubble up and out of his lips, his eyes flash pure mischievousness at her comment about where his hands may end up.&nbsp; Leaning in slowly as his laughter dies off, he keeps his voice low and deep while his eyes never leave hers.&nbsp; “Well, I would have to make sure my girl is clean all over…”&nbsp; Leaning back now, his right eye winks slowly towards her as he relaxes back into his chair.&nbsp; “And perhaps, you could make sure that I am washed to your satisfaction?”&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Tilting his head slightly, his face takes on a little look of curiosity now.&nbsp; Could perhaps she not mind certain adventurous things in the bedroom?&nbsp; Maybe she would be one that accepted that part of him, unlike many others.&nbsp; Or the ones who did accept it, never wanted more than that.&nbsp; As these thoughts run through his head, he quickly pushes them to the side as her fingers take his hand.&nbsp; Turning his palm upwards, he lets her fingers slip into his now as he smiles.&nbsp; “We all have things that we are concerned about our partner learning.&nbsp; That is just how relationships go…&nbsp; If you are wishing to try for more than just a date?” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>11-04-2012, 06:52:35</strong>
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				"Well naturally!" She replies, her happy laughter ringing through the nearly empty room making one of the waiters turn towards them for a moment before turning away again. "I can't have my man dirty, now can I?" Playfully she teases him, her fingers dancing across his palm before allowing him to capture her hand within his, once again noticing how much larger it was compared to her own. Gently she squeezes his hand again, thumb brushing along his palm just as her fingers had mere seconds before.<br><br>His next question has her smiling brightly at him. Had she not been giving off clear signals? Had she been to mellow? She isn't sure, but obviously she needs to vocalize her attraction. "Trust me when I say I want to try for something more than just a date," she smiles warmly as she talks, purposefully setting aside her forgotten meal and shifting in her seat. The way she leans closer as they talk, how her leg brushes against his and how she reaches out to simply trail her fingers across his skin all meant to be flirtatious and inviting.<br><br>At his mention of inner concerns, she bites her lip gently and nods. Yes, we all have our problems that must be voiced eventually. <em>But does it have to be tonight?</em> A small voice within her whined. She desperately wanted this to keep going. She wanted to get to know this man for him to do the same to her. But she knew if they were to ever become physical with each other, he needed to know, needed to be aware of the creature that lurked just beneath her skin.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>12-04-2012, 05:09:11</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Oh of course not.&nbsp; I do expect you to wash me in turn, my dear.”&nbsp; Speaking with mirth and laughter on his voice, his eyes mimic the tone as he watches her carefully.&nbsp; Flicking down for just a moment, his eyes take in how she is sitting as well as how their hands are.&nbsp; In addition to it all, he notices just how much of her food is left, which causes one of his eyebrows to perk upwards.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“You really should eat.&nbsp; I’m not someone you have to pretend to be dainty around, just to impress.”&nbsp; Shaking his head in a slow manner, the leg under the table that she is brushing against lifts slowly to seemingly cup her calf in the crook of his ankle.&nbsp; “I only ask to make my own intentions known.&nbsp; I’m not wanting just a single date in the slightest, and would like to see about making you mine for a very long time.”&nbsp; Speaking softly, his fingers slip further in between hers to give her hand a squeeze.&nbsp; “But really, you should eat.&nbsp; I plan on you needing your strength tonight….”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>12-04-2012, 07:50:13</strong>
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				Her smile was soft and playful as she listens to him speak, a wicked hint to it crossing her features at the mention of tonight. Although her hunger was for something else entirely, she retake up her fork and take another bite to appease him, the gooey cheese hitting her tongue accompanied by the pasta forces her to vocalize her pleasure with a soft happy sigh. Despite how she would prefer him to her food, Andrea could still appreciate the subtle use of flavors and textures to compliment such a fine meal. It wasn't often she received something as delicious and this was one of those rare occurrences.<br><br>Playfully she squeezes his hand as she swallows her food, "who says I'm trying to impress you?" Her teasing question hangs in the air for a brief moment before a warm smile softens her features. Maybe on some level she wants to impress him, to make tonight stand out just as much for him as it does her. She wants him to remember her, even if/when she was gone.<br><br>Andrea feels his leg shift against hers to brush against hers, almost in a tender fashion, and, accompanied by his sweet words, her heart feels as though it is melting on the spot. Victor was so kind to her, so sweet. At this moment she wants more than anything to stand and move to his side of the table to kiss him, yet a shyness keeps her in her seat. So instead she simply squeezes his fingers, "I would like that, Victor. I want to <strong>be</strong> yours." Still smiling, she makes a point of taking another bite of the delicious pasta before arching her eyesbrows delicately at him. "And what do you happened to have planned tonight?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>13-04-2012, 06:29:56</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Watching her take another bite of lasagna, there is a look of mirth in his eyes as she lets out the pleased sound.&nbsp; As she continues with another bite, his fingers return the squeeze of her own before he speaks softly.&nbsp; “Watch out.&nbsp; You continue to show so much enjoyment in eating, and I am going to want to feed you more.&nbsp; Something about the way you sound, it just seems that you haven’t had the chance for many good meals it seems…”&nbsp; Letting his words trail off slowly, there is a note of concern in his eyes but it is quickly tossed aside as he leans in closer.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Looking as if he was going to say something, he is interrupted by a small cough.&nbsp; As Victor leans back, he turns his head to see the waiter standing there.&nbsp; “I am sorry to interrupt, but would you like any desert?&nbsp; Or just your check now?”&nbsp; Flashing a little wink to Victor, the waiter already has the check in his hand, as if knowing what Victor would say.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Shaking his head slowly, Victor never lets go of her hand as he looks up to the waiter.&nbsp; “No no, I believe that we are fine just with this.”&nbsp; At those words, the waiter sets the check down upon the table before turning.&nbsp; “Just let me know when you are ready!&nbsp; I wouldn’t want to rush you two.”&nbsp; Walking of with a little chuckle, the waiter lifts his hand over his shoulder in a little wave as he leaves the two of them alone again.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Once the waiter is out of earshot, Victor glances around before leaning back in.&nbsp; Whispering in a soft tone, his eyes have a note of playfulness and lust to them, clearly directed towards her.&nbsp; “My plans for tonight?&nbsp; I was thinking a shower, and then to hopefully entice you to my bed.&nbsp; If you do not mind me being so forward.&nbsp; Something about you says that you are not a person to wait, and if I want you, I better act before such a wonderful lady slips out of my life.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>13-04-2012, 07:24:14</strong>
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				She laughs softly as he speaks, trying to ease his concern. But he was right. Fear for what was to come had caused her appetite to shrink for months before her 18th birthday and now that she was finally free it was coming back to her with full force. It only made her enjoyment for the food all the more intense by the deliciousness of the meal. Well, that and enjoying in the company of a man that intrigued her and set her heart pounding within her narrow rib cage much like a bird desperate for escape.<br><br>Having seen the waiter out of the corner of her eye she did not jump at his sudden appearance but instead turned to face him with a bright smile. Squeezing Victor's fingers slightly, she hopes he understands her wishes to leave and, as though his mind was racing along the same track as hers he takes the check and watches the server turn and leave. Quickly, Andrea takes the last bite of her lasagna, struggling to stop the moan of bliss threatening to escape as the tastes burst across her tongue. Savoring each flavor that hits her tongue she eventually swallows before turning back to the man before her.<br><br>A blush soon crossed her features, turning her cheeks a lovely pink as he describes his plan for tonight. It immediately sent flames of desire licking at her body and, within moments, she felt as pliable as putty, ready for him at any given moment. Yet in the back of her mind, she knew she needed to talk to him. If she were to sink her teeth into him at the same time as her orgasm were to rush through her, she would end up subjecting him to the life of a werewolf. Not born but made. A fate she refused to force on him. <em>When we get to the house,</em> she reasoned. <em>When we get to his home I can tell him. We don't need a scene here.</em><br><br>With a warm smile that went completely against the apprehension she felt, Andrea squeezes his fingers again before speaking. "You're right. Patience is not something that comes easily to me."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>13-04-2012, 22:26:03</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;With the check now on the table, he smiles and very reluctantly lets go of her hand.&nbsp; Reaching underneath him, he tilts a little to the side to allow his hand to slip into his back pocket.&nbsp; Withdrawing his wallet from his pocket, he pulls the supple brown leather out to set it on the table.&nbsp; Looking down towards his own plate now, he pauses to pick up his fork again.&nbsp; Pulling the last little bit of sauce and cheese out of one corner of his plate, he smiles and finishes off his own meal.&nbsp; Then taking his wallet again, he doesn’t try to hide what is in there, but yet he is not flashing any amount of money that he might have.&nbsp; Choosing to pay with cash today, he pulls out a few bills that will cover the tab plus a decent tip for the waiter.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As Victor notices the blush that has crossed her cheek, his foot under the table lifts up even further.&nbsp; Caressing the back of her leg, his foot passes the back of her knee to now touch her thigh.&nbsp; “Are you blushing already?&nbsp; I see it was right for me to be forward then.”&nbsp; Nodding slowly as he watches her finish off the last bit of her meal, he drops his voice once again.&nbsp; “You really do look like you enjoyed that meal too much.&nbsp; So then, what would you like for breakfast in the morning?&nbsp; As I plan to wake up with you in my arms.” <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Folding the wallet closed now, his foot upon her thigh slowly lowers.&nbsp; Tilting to one side slightly, he slips it back into his pocket before pushing himself to his feet.&nbsp; Making no attempt to hide the slight bulge at the front of his pants, he only moves to start gathering up his things.&nbsp; “Shall we?&nbsp; We will have to catch a cab, but it’s not too far.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>14-04-2012, 18:31:10</strong>
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				She gives a soft shiver as his foot makes its way back down her thigh, her eyes slightly hooded as the flames of arousal lick at her, bringing her body to life. Smiling at him, she too stands and moves until she is by his side where she stands on her toes to brush a kiss across his cheek in gratitude for doing this. Her heart pounds at his words and her arousal increases all the more at the idea of waking up wrapped in his arms. At this point she no longer questions why she felt the way she does for this man but rather she silently asks <strong>how?</strong> <em>How am I going to tell him I'm not human? How is he going to react?</em><br><br>Worry flashes in her eyes before it disappears just as quickly as it comes. Smiling brightly, she barely stops herself from nuzzling into his neck as she speaks, "hmm I suppose it was right for you to be so bold." She laughs softly and pulls away from him with fiery desire in her eyes that matches the wildness that had never quiet left, "most men aren't nearly so bold. But as for breakfast?" She gives him a shrug and a smile, "really, Victor, just toss a bowl of cereal at me and I'll be fine."<br><br>Now noticing the obvious tent in his pants she smirks softly as she moves around him to loop her arm through his, her hips purposefully brushing against his bulge teasingly. "I have no problem with that," she says making her way towards to door with him, referring to grabbing a cab. Maybe there she'll be able to tell him exactly what she is.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>14-04-2012, 21:41:50</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Settling the computer case over his one shoulder, he turns just enough to lift a hand in a parting wave to the waiter.&nbsp; The waiter flashes them a wide smile, before winking in Victor’s direction.&nbsp; In the middle of cleaning a table, the waiter merely shakes his head with a little laugh before going back to his work.&nbsp; While none of normal hearing would be able to make out his words, perhaps her heightened senses would pick up on what he mutters under his breath.&nbsp; “Good for him.&nbsp; She better treat him right though, man always tips well and I don’t want him having a bad memory with this place.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;After brushing along her, he smiles as his hand moves to the small of her back.&nbsp; Curling his fingers towards his palm, she can feel the tips of his fingernails brush along the smooth skin through her clothing there.&nbsp; “Hmph, cereal?&nbsp; I don’t think so.&nbsp; My woman deserves far better than that.”&nbsp; Grinning widely as he starts to make his way towards the door with her.&nbsp; “Besides, I do plan on spoiling you as much as I can.&nbsp; While you might be mine right now, I have to do everything I can to keep on earning you.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Once outside of the small restaurant, Victor looks upwards towards the sky.&nbsp; Seeing that some of the clouds have broken now, a few rays of sunlight are trying to make their way through the clouds and down to the streets below.&nbsp; Smiling as the most of the rain has died off, he holds the door open for her before stepping out himself.&nbsp; Lifting a hand, it is only a few moments before a cab comes by to stop in front of the curb.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>14-04-2012, 22:20:07</strong>
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				Just before he opens the door for her, Andrea turns her head to give the waiter a warm reassuring smile and a small wink, letting him know she heard exactly what he said. Tucking her hair behind her ears her body arches towards him at the feel of his nails running along her back sending a shiver of anticipation running through her body. Already she could feel her body ache for him and each gentle touch only made her desire stronger.<br><br>A small blush spreads across her cheeks and she laughs softly before stepping outside. Immediately she looks up just in time for the sun's raise to poke through the clouds and land on her, warming her and making her smile happily at the sensation. It has been too long since she felt such a burst of freedom. Even while running through the trees, dodging to and fro while chasing the shadows she still had been suppressed. Always aware of what her future held.<br><br>But no more. She is free to do what she will. Her eyes turn to Victor as she thinks <em>to be with who I will...</em><br><br>With a warm smile she watches him flag down a cab before speaking. "So you're going to spoil me rotten just to keep me? Hmm you know I&nbsp; think I might be able to live with that." Giggling she shifts her sweatshirt in her arms and opens the door before sliding in to the other side, having no desire to move to the other side and face the oncoming traffic let alone have him do so. She lowers her head to peek out at him through the open car door before patting the seat next to her motioning for him to join her. <br><br>The cabbie turns in his seat to watch Andrea and Victor with a bright smile on his chubby cheeks, chocolate brown eyes poke out from a cap as he watches them. "Where to?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>14-04-2012, 22:42:53</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As the little ray of sunlight warms his face, he stands there as the cab pulls up to the curb.&nbsp; Enjoying the sensation of the sun on his skin, he actually hesitates for a moment before moving towards the cab.&nbsp; Almost as if not wanting to ruin the moment he has with her, he finally steps closer to the curb and the cab that is waiting.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“If that keeps you coming back to me?&nbsp; Wanting more and more each time?&nbsp; Well, that is what I will do.&nbsp; I don’t believe that a person wins another just once, but it is an every day thing.&nbsp; Each morning, I have to wake up and earn the devotion of my lady, rather than expect it from her.”&nbsp; Shaking his head with a grin now, he slides into the cab beside her.&nbsp; Moving close along the seat, his arm slips around her shoulders as his entire side presses against hers.&nbsp; Making no attempt to hide himself now, his hips and thighs are tightly against hers as they sit in the back of the cab.&nbsp; “Besides, I have a feeling you are worth it.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Turning his attention to the cabbie now, Victor rattles off an address quickly.&nbsp; Flipping a lever, the cabbie turns the meter on and starts pulling into traffic.&nbsp; Gently at first, he then quickly picks up the speed to start weaving in and out of traffic.&nbsp; Not as violent as a New York cab driver by any means, but still enough to press Victor and her together in the back seat.&nbsp; Moving his free hand now, Victor reaches over to touch her thigh as the cab moves in between two cars.&nbsp; <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>14-04-2012, 23:18:34</strong>
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				As soon as he slides in next to her Andrea presses body against his, nuzzling into his side gently as her faint blush from earlier comes back deeper. "You're sweet but really I'm not all that special," she speaks softly, a laugh in her voice after he informs the driver where to go. She watches the cabbie closely to make sure he is focused on the road. As concentrated as she is on the man driving she jumps in Victor's arms at the touch on her thigh, her eyes wide in surprise and her body stiffening for a brief moment before relaxing back against him.<br><br>Nibbling her full lower lip she shifts in her seat, turning her body to look directly at him causing a bit of distance between their bodies. Catching his eyes she pauses, studying him, trying to determine how he will react yet unable to tell. Taking a slow, shaky breath, she closes her eyes tightly unwilling to meet his eyes, "Victor, you should know... I'm not who you might think. I'm not <strong>what</strong> you might think."<br><br>She waits with baited breath, her heart pounding in her chest in such a way she feared even he could hear it beating against her rib cage. Slowly, as though afraid of looking at him she lifts her eyes to his, an obvious tremble starting throughout her body. Her eyes, a once oceanic blue now sparked and shown in the feeble rays of the sun casting the now light brown a golden color.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>14-04-2012, 23:35:06</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;With the cabbie fully paying attention to the road, Victor pulls his hand back just a bit when he feels her jump.&nbsp; Too soon, he thought.&nbsp; Too soon to make such an overt gesture towards her.&nbsp; Instead of placing his hand back on her thigh, he very carefully moves his fingers to lay atop her hand.&nbsp; Slipping his fingers through hers as the cab once again lurches to one side, he lets her slide just that bit away from him.&nbsp; Trying at least to keep his hand in hers, his head tilts just a little towards his right shoulder when she speaks.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Taking note of her eyes, her posture and overall body language, Victor pauses for a moment.&nbsp; Deciding within a flash that it really didn’t matter to him, his fingers leave her hand to move up to her chin.&nbsp; With a gentle yet insistent touch, he places his index finger under her chin and starts to tilt her head upwards.&nbsp; As their eyes meet, she can see a mixture of desire and care within his as his face grows closer to hers.&nbsp; Keeping his head tilted to the right by just a small angle, he doesn’t say a word before touching his lips to hers.&nbsp; Not kissing her for long, or very deeply, his lips are a soft brush against the plump softness of hers.&nbsp; Feeling just the hint of stubble on his lips, she can taste the garlic and tomato of the lasagna they had eaten before.&nbsp; With his head pulling back, the last little hints of wine on his breath find her lips and nostrils as his lips part to speak.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“I know what you are, you are mine.&nbsp; And that is what counts right now.&nbsp; If something else comes up, then we deal with it then.&nbsp; I wasn’t speaking any falsehood when I said I wanted more than a single date.&nbsp; If that takes work to accomplish?&nbsp; Then we will work towards doing just that.&nbsp; I have an open mind, and I am willing to listen.”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>14-04-2012, 23:57:04</strong>
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				At the first brush of his fingers against her chin she releases her held breath, eyes studying his and slowly filling with relief upon seeing the lustful hunger and protective care within him. Just before their lips meet for the first time Andrea closes her eyes and allows her body to relax, to press closer to the man that holds her in his arms as though he is unwilling to let her go. Her body's quivering stops as she kisses him back, her lips moving against his with tenderness in her actions. Slowly, she brings her arms up, one to fall over his shoulder, her fingertips running along his upper back while her other lays on his chest, her palm just over his beating heart.<br><br>Much to soon for her liking, he stops their kiss and speaks to her, each word he utters making the wolf within her howl in delight and her heart to sing with happiness. She can trust him, she <strong>knows</strong> it with a certainty that left no room to argue. "You're going to need an open mind for this," she whispers with a soft, low laugh. Shifting so once more no gap lay between them, she lays her head on his shoulder before squeezing the fingers that nestle between hers. With a much calmer air to her she moves his hand back to her mid-thigh, a tad higher than he had originally placed it and looks up at him from her place on his shoulder with a reassuring smile. Once it's where she wants it she runs her fingers up from the back of his hand and beneath the sleeve of his shirt, gently teasing his skin with her fingertips.<br><br>"Do you believe in the supernatural?" This time when she speaks her voice is a louder, not loud enough to catch the driver's attention, who was weaving through the traffic with a speed that made her snuggle all the closer to Victor.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>15-04-2012, 00:13:42</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Beating strongly in his chest, she can feel his heartbeat increase as their kiss lingers on for a moment.&nbsp; Finally when he pulls away and speaks, his heart calms just enough so not to threaten to rip from his chest.&nbsp; Having not really thought about how she would react to his kiss, especially after pulling away just a moment before, he lets out a breath that he had not known he was holding.&nbsp; With her now curling in closer against his side, and her placing his hand back on her thigh, he smiles widely.&nbsp; Giving her thigh a little squeeze, his fingers brush dangerously close towards the apex between her legs once her hand moves under his sleeve.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“The supernatural?”&nbsp; Pondering for a moment, his head now turns to rest his chin along the top of her head.&nbsp; With her curled into him, and her head pressing into his shoulder it is just a natural place for him to rest as he speaks.&nbsp; “I am beginning to think there is something out of this world about you, but I don’t know much about anything supernatural.&nbsp; I’ve always just left that to the people who go for psychics and stuff.”&nbsp; Shrugging his shoulders just a tiny bit, he isn’t speaking in a dismissive manner about the topic, but more just from the standpoint of never having dealt with anything like that.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As her body snuggles in closer, his arm around her shoulders drapes down to press his hand against her opposite hip.&nbsp; Keeping her still as the cab pulls off of a main road and takes a curve just a little too quickly, she can feel his strength as he holds her tightly.&nbsp; “I guess that I’ve never thought about it.&nbsp; I don’t see any reason why it couldn’t exist.&nbsp; I mean, there is so much out there that we don’t understand.”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>15-04-2012, 00:42:29</strong>
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				Her breath catches slightly at the close proximity to where she needs him most and her eyes flutter closed again forgetting about where they were or what they were talking about for a tiny moment, desperately wishing he would move upward just a tiny bit. Even through her pants she could begin to smell her own arousal and she blushes deeply knowing he must be able to feel the welcoming heat she is producing. Yet, with his chin atop her head in such a natural position she does not move, instead choosing to allow his hands to roam where she will.<br><br>She removes her hand from beneath his sleeve and instead sneaks beneath the hem of his shirt, her fingertips dancing across the toned muscles of his stomach earning him a low, soft sound of approval in the back of throat while her lips brush across his neck. Although it takes her a moment, his words finally sink in and she is pulled from a lustful haze back to their discussion. She bites her lip gently as she thinks of a way to just say what she is thinking, her dainty teeth causing a small dent in the plump flesh that turned white upon the pressure, a stark contrast to her otherwise rosie pink lips.<br><br>"Hmm that's true and are you on of those people who are want to understand?" She asks softly before nuzzling his chest. A small shiver races down her spine as he holds her to him tightly, his strength making her feel both weak in the knees and protected.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>15-04-2012, 01:37:37</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As his fingers brush along her inner thighs, he can indeed feel the heat coming from her.&nbsp; Thinking that perhaps he could feel just a hint of damp warmth seeping through her pants, his fingers move upwards toward that warmth.&nbsp; Brushing along the inside of her pants, his fingers move in a bold manner to very slowly lay a teasing touch along her innermost core.&nbsp; Instead of letting his fingers press too much against her though, it is only a fleeting and teasing brush of a fingertip before his hand moves back down her thigh.&nbsp; Her hand upon his chest can feel the muscles under his skin starting to shiver and tense in anticipation.&nbsp; Not too hairy, he still has a bit of chest hair along his skin that her fingers can lightly run through as he hand roams along him.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Later, I plan on exploring all of you.&nbsp; Not in the back of some cab, but in my room, properly.”&nbsp; Whispering into her ear, he twists his head just enough that his chin is no longer resting on her head.&nbsp; Instead, his lips are just barely touching the upper curve of her ear, letting his warm breath play out across her sensitive skin.&nbsp; “If it means understanding you?&nbsp; Then yes, I want to.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;After speaking those words, the cabbie pulls off of the street and comes to a rather abrupt stop.&nbsp; Parking near the curb, they have stopped in front of an apartment building.&nbsp; Looking out the window to make certain this is the proper place, Victor nods to the cabbie before starting to slowly un-entangle himself from her.&nbsp; Moving with reluctance, he eventually finds his wallet to pull out a card to pay the driver.&nbsp; After swiping his card and signing the screen as needed, he opens the door to start getting out.&nbsp; Patting himself down now, he makes certain that he has all of his items before turning back to the cab.&nbsp; Offering his hand out, he smiles as he makes a gesture with his other hand.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Home sweet home.&nbsp; It’s not much, but it is mine.&nbsp; Well, at least my little part of it.”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>15-04-2012, 06:57:32</strong>
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				Andrea trembles as she gets out of the cab, her hand in his and her body instantly leaning against his for support. She gives a soft laugh, his teasing and slight brushes against her aching body having made her feel weak-kneed, even his promise to fully explore every bit of her sent shudders racing through her. Yet instead of stepping back in embarrassment she nuzzles into his neck, gently fisting her hands against his shirt as her lips pepper kisses across his exposed flesh.<br><br>Eventually, reluctantly, she pulls away to allow him to lead her to the apartments, her body repeatedly brushing against his for the briefest contact falling away again. Still holding his hand she entwines their fingers as they walk, her head on his shoulder as she thinks. <em>He said he wants to learn... He can't learn without telling him everything...</em><br><br>"You realize you're walking with something that can either kill you or turn you during the brink of ecstasy." Her voice is calm as she speaks yet on the inside, her stomach is churning at the mere thought of harming him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>15-04-2012, 08:47:41</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Keeping his arm wrapped around her waist as they walk up the sidewalk towards the building, his head tilts just the slightest bit to give her a better access to his neck.&nbsp; As she presses the little kisses to his skin, a low little sound of pleasure escapes his throat.&nbsp; Only pulling away before it might become an unseemly display of public affection, his hand slips into hers to tug her along.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Heading towards the building, he pauses at the outer door to input a code into the number pad beside the door.&nbsp; Making no attempt to hide the code from her as he presses it in, he smiles over towards her when the door unlocks.&nbsp; Pulling it open for her, he holds it so that she can walk in before he follows.&nbsp; With the door closing behind them now, it latches with a click that echoes a bit in the hallway.&nbsp; Heading up one flight of stairs, he waits until they are halfway up before responding to her words.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Kill or turn…”&nbsp; Blinking at her words, he glances over towards her with just a note of concern in his eyes.&nbsp; “Should I be worried about you biting me?&nbsp; Or, something worse?”&nbsp; As he speaks, the two of reach the top of the stairs that lead to the second floor.&nbsp; Motioning his free hand towards one of the doors, it is clear that he is indicating it as his own apartment.&nbsp; Walking there slowly, the little look of concern has never left his eyes as he fishes his keys out of his pocket.&nbsp; Finally forced to let go of her hand, he pushes his door wide open to reveal a rather lived in looking common room.&nbsp; There is a sectional couch in front of a wall mounted flat screen TV, with little in the lines of much trash.&nbsp; Instead, his walls are lined with shelves of books that have all sorts of topics covered.&nbsp; Even if the majority do tie in with the computer theme, he still has most other subjects covered on the shelves.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Stepping inside, he waits for her to come in before he closes the door with a foot.&nbsp; To one side of the room is an archway that leads into his kitchen, while on the other side is the hallway that obviously leads towards the bedrooms.&nbsp; If she would look hard at the room, she might notice a pair of handcuffs sticking up out of the side of the couch cushions, as if it had been discarded and tossed to the side a while back. <br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“So, just what are you then?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>15-04-2012, 21:35:45</strong>
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				She watches curious as he punched in the code before allowing her to enter and leading her up the stairs to his apartment. She pushes her hair back slightly at his words and rubs her thumb across his palm soothingly, hating the sudden concern he showed. Taking a moment before answering she follows him into his home, her gaze sweeping over every surface. She moves to his books, reaching her hand up to brush across the spines silently reading a few before turning so her back was to the shelves. <br><br>"Werewolf," she mumbles softly her gaze lingering on him before looking away, suddenly feeling shy. Clearing her throat slightly she wraps her arms around her waist, taking comfort in the smells of the apartment. Although it retained faded scents of past visitors, mainly women as of late she realized with a near silent growl, and remains of spices that flout from the direction of the kitchen it was still dominated by the delicious scent that made up Victor. "If I bit you and break skin during orgasm then yes, we both should probably be worried."<br><br>Catching the sight of something glinting under the light on the couch, she raises her eyebrows and makes her way over where she picks up the object up. "So tell me, this <strong>spice</strong> you keep mentioning? Does it have anything to do with these?"Dangling from one finger are the handcuffs, seemingly having been tossed aside in a moment of passion and forgot about. She holds them up for him to see with a small smirk, curiosity burning in her gaze.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>15-04-2012, 22:32:51</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;After the door closed behind him, his hand lingers in hers as she steps away from him to start examining the books on the shelves that line the wall.&nbsp; When she moves from his grip, he then reaches up to the computer case that is draped over his shoulders.&nbsp; Pulling it from him, he steps towards his desk that is set up in a corner of the room to set the laptop down in the chair.&nbsp; After ruffling out his umbrella a little, he places it into the corner near the door so that it can dry.&nbsp; Just little instinctive motions to settle himself into his home, he keeps an eye on her as she starts to examine his book shelves.&nbsp; Not realizing that the lingering scents of the last woman he brought over would still be here, he thought nothing of it since that was at least a couple of weeks ago.&nbsp; All in all, his apartment had a lived in feeling to it, with his own natural scent mixing in with the faint aroma of herbs and spices from his kitchen.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Blinking and growing still the moment she speaks, he takes a moment to process the word before he spins slowly on his heels to face her.&nbsp; With one eyebrow lifted upwards, his eyes peer across the room towards her with an intense look.&nbsp; “Werewolf?&nbsp; As in…you get furry on the full moon, no silver jewelry….everything like that?”&nbsp; Shaking his head in almost disbelief now, he takes a few steps closer towards her.&nbsp; “No, no biting…”&nbsp; Managing to speak those words with a soft chuckle, his steps halt the moment that she lifts up the handcuffs.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Ah…yeah.&nbsp; Spice.”&nbsp; Ducking his head just a little bit, she might catch just the tiniest hint of color coming to his cheeks now as he continues to speak.&nbsp; “So, that would be a little bit of the spice I spoke about.&nbsp; I happen to enjoy a few toys, items, and the like.&nbsp; Which…sometimes can drive a few of the more narrow minded people off.&nbsp; Well that or they just don’t like being tied up.”&nbsp; Shrugging his shoulders now, he lifts his head to watch how she reacts to this.&nbsp; “What about you?&nbsp; Do you want to be…restrained?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>16-04-2012, 00:30:52</strong>
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				"Well in a way. The mythology surrounding most the supernatural world consist of lies and untruths originally started by our elders and twisted by humans. Silver is only effective if it gets into our system and the moon simply... Enhances some of our more basic desires." As she speaks a small blush crosses her cheeks. She had never thought she would be in this situation, telling a human male about her kind. Yet here she stands.<br><br>Her eyes still holding their curiousness, she toys with the handcuffs watching him and smiling upon seeing the light flush that crosses his expression. It was... New seeing him become so flustered. In their time together he has expertly kept his cool while she has blushed like bride throughout their evening. Her movements fluid, hinting all the more at the graceful creature within her, she walks toward him until her body brushes against his own, her breasts rising and falling with each breath and her soft, full lips centimeters from his own.<br><br>"Restraints?" She asks softly reaching up to play with one of the buttons on his shirt, her eyes fixated on her fingers. "In all honesty I've never really thought about it," as the next words pass her lips her gaze flashes to his, passion and desire smoldering within them. "But there's a first time for everything."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>16-04-2012, 01:09:56</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Taking in her words about the myths of her people, she can see his mind working over the information.&nbsp; Standing still, his hands have fallen to his side as she continues to speak.&nbsp; Finally taking a step closer towards her, he meets her halfway as she moves towards him.&nbsp; Swallowing hard, she can see lingering concern in his eyes, although it is starting to be replaced by care and desire once again.&nbsp; When her fingers touch his shirt, she can feel his own hands lift upwards to rest on her thighs.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“I don’t care what you are, even if you turn into a ten foot tall beast here and there…”&nbsp; Shaking his head now, he keeps his lips just those little centimeters away from hers as he makes a little joke.&nbsp; “I will just tell you to stay off the couch when furry.”&nbsp; Smiling as he speaks, his head dips in to touch his lips to hers.&nbsp; Pressing himself against her body as their lips meet, his eyes close as a low rumble escapes deep from his throat and chest.&nbsp; “In the end what matters is that you are mine.&nbsp; And if you become too dangerous in bed, I will tie you down to keep you from harming me.&nbsp; Understand my dear?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>16-04-2012, 02:30:50</strong>
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				Gently she returns his kiss, her body leaning against his as the cuffs fall from her fingers to allow her hands the freedom to lay against his chest. Her heart pounds in her chest at the soft rumble that starts within him, making her shiver and press her body harder against his with an insistent need. Breaking the kiss she rests her forehead against the side of his jaw, a soft, submissive whimper passing her lips as she holds tightly to him.<br><br>She closes her eyes fully aware of the concern that remains in his gaze. She wants more than anything for him to feel at ease around her and, although it is fading, the knowledge that it is her fault for its existence makes her want to cry. Andrea is fully aware that he has every right to be worried yet she longed for him to relax as he had been at the restaurant.<br><br>Her brow furrows slightly when the meaning of his words make their way into her brain. "You still want me to be yours?" She questions softly, moving to look up at him with trust in her still golden brown eyes. Those eyes quickly turn from wide, eyed trust to mock anger as she pokes his chest playfully, "I'm not that big! I'm eight feet, thank you!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>16-04-2012, 03:10:30</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Moving his fingers slowly up the sides of her thighs, his lips linger upon hers for a long moment before they finally break the embrace.&nbsp; With his fingers still trailing up her body, they pause along the little curve of her hips as she nuzzles into him.&nbsp; Turning his head slowly, she can feel his cheek pressing further into her hair, before his lips part her hair to softly kiss the top of her head.&nbsp; One hand remains upon her hip, while the other slips around to the small of her back.&nbsp; Pulling her further against his chest, she can feel his head move once again until his lips are near the tip of her ear.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Want you to be mine?&nbsp; What are you speaking of?&nbsp; You are mine.”&nbsp; Speaking with an honest conviction, his lips brush along her ear very gently.&nbsp; “I don’t care what you are, so long as you are here with me.”&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;When she pulls back to poke him in the chest though, she can see a playful look in his eyes.&nbsp; The bit of concern that had been there has faded, and is soon replaced by a laugh as she pokes his chest.&nbsp; “Oh, only eight feet tall?&nbsp; Hmm.&nbsp; That will be rather interesting in bed…”&nbsp; Grinning widely now, he speaks as his hand pops her rear.&nbsp; “Andrea, it doesn’t matter.&nbsp; I’m not going anywhere.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>16-04-2012, 04:33:19</strong>
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				The honesty within his voice relaxes Andrea immensely allowing her to melt against Victor, a soft noise of contentment passes her lips and when she sees no hint of concern or worry the wolf inside her tosses her head back to let loose a long joyous howl. Standing on her toes she brushes a faint kiss across his lips that broke with a soft squeak of shock when his hand collides with her rear. Laughing she kisses his cheek before moving to toss her sweatshirt over the back of a nearby chair.<br><br>With warm, inviting smile she looks back at him over her shoulder, a wicked gleam in her eyes "I seem to recall something about a shower. Care to lead the way?" Although her words come across as confident, she can't help the gentle blush that betrays her for feeling nervous. This isn't something she had ever done before and she silently begged him to take the lead and allow her to follow.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>16-04-2012, 04:48:28</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;After the palm of his hand connects with her rear, it stays there as his fingers curl into her plush cheek.&nbsp; Gripping her by her asscheek now, there is a playful light in his eyes as he pulls her closer against his chest.&nbsp; “Indeed, I do remember something about a shower and the promise to help scrub someone’s back.&nbsp; I certainly can’t be made to seem a liar, now can I?”&nbsp; Chuckling softly, his hand upon her hip moves lower around her back to join his other hand on the curve of her ass.&nbsp; With a flex of the muscles of both his chest and arms, she can feel his fingers dig deeply into her as he lifts her from the ground.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Picking her up and off the ground with only a little sound of effort, she is smashed against his chest as he holds her a few inches from the floor.&nbsp; First one step, then another, and soon he is walking down the hallway that leads towards his bedroom.&nbsp; Passing what is obviously the guest bathroom, it is a small half-bath with a minimalistic décor to it.&nbsp; Clean though, it reflects just the order that he tries to keep his house in.&nbsp; The door to the guest bedroom is closed, but as they pass by it she would be able to pick up on the scents of older leathers and just a hint of his own arousal from the room.&nbsp; When he makes it finally to his own room, he nudges the door open with his foot before setting her down.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The room is large, with a four-post bed nearly dominating one corner of the room.&nbsp; King sized, it is covered with thick blankets and pillows that just scream comfort.&nbsp; The rest of the room consists of a closet that is closed off, and a dresser that has a few odds and ends on top of it.&nbsp; After settling her to her feet, he smiles as his arm comes up to motion towards his personal bathroom door.&nbsp; “Would my lady care to be undressed?&nbsp; Or shall I come in after you have already washed?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>16-04-2012, 06:21:22</strong>
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				"Exactly~!" The last syllable comes out as a soft scream when she is suddenly lifted. Immediately she wraps her arms and legs around him causing her heated core to rub against him enticingly as he walks with her. Giggling a tad nervously at being picked up, she nuzzles his neck gently, her lips peppering soft and gentle kisses here and there as she allows his scent to wash over here.<br><br>As they pass first the guest bath her eyes dart up in curiosity although her kisses never stop raining down upon the exposed flesh of his neck. Despite how quickly they passed it she was able to see everything is in its rightful place, not a thing left out or cap-less. The next door they pass however... At the brief smell of arousal, <strong>his</strong> arousal to be specific, her body tenses clearly against his own, her eyes wide and her lips unmoving against his skin. Her heart quickening and her own arousal spiking, her nails grip his shoulders all the tighter, pricking his skin while a soft moan of need escapes her. Her thighs around his waist tightens all the more, the muscles clenching as she forces herself to be patient.<br><br>Entering what was obviously his bedroom Andrea almost didn't allow herself to slip down his body but eventually relaxes her grip long enough to slide against him, purposefully brushing against him in a teasing manner. Her gaze immediately lands on the bed and her eyes widen. It is so much larger compared to what she is used to and the wood work of the posts were beautiful. With a blush she turns back to Victor at his words.<br><br>A small smirk escapes her as she begins towards the bathroom, pulling her shirt over her head as she walks before reaching to unclasp her bra, "I can undress myself. But that doesn't mean I'm willing to let you wait out here while I bathe." Just as she reaches the door her bra falls to the floor, a pile of black silk, pushing her hair over one shoulder she glances at him revealing just the side of her breasts to his eyes. "Are you coming?" Her question is light and welcoming as she reaches to remove her jeans.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>16-04-2012, 07:02:53</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Curling his fingers further around her rear as she lifts her legs around his waist, there is a wide smile on his face as he carries her down the hallway.&nbsp; With her lips now nearly locked against his neck, his head tilts just enough to offer her more of his skin.&nbsp; Letting out a little sound of pleasure at her kisses, he tries to not hurry too much towards his room.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;After she is down, and her hip brushed along him in a teasing manner, his hand once again moves to pop her rear.&nbsp; Just a playful little swat as his eyes look her over.&nbsp; Moving his hands back to his own chest now, she can see his fingers starting to work on the buttons to his shirt.&nbsp; Shifting his hips, first one leg lifts and then the other so he may slip his shoes off slowly.&nbsp; “Yes, that bed will be yours tonight…”&nbsp; Letting his words trail off as he pulls his shirt up and off of his head, he takes a step forward at her words.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Coming?&nbsp; So soon?&nbsp; I was thinking to tease you a little first…&nbsp; But, I do like the sound of that if I may say so.”&nbsp; Clearly watching her as she teases him with little glimpses of her body, his hands fall down to the waistband of his pants.&nbsp; Tented already, his arousal can almost be felt on the air as he unbuttons his slacks.&nbsp; “Do I need to take any precautions for this?&nbsp; Will you change in the shower, if I excite you too much?&nbsp; Or am I safe to see about making my lady writhe in bliss?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>16-04-2012, 07:32:12</strong>
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				His words concerning the bed has her turning partially, her arm positioned in such away to block only her already pebbled nipple from his gaze, a smile on her lips as she stands in nothing more than a barely non-existent pair of panties, black lace to match her bra. "It looks comfortable," she says softly, nodding towards the bed before allowing her eyes to roam his body, lingering on the hard muscles found on his chest before trailing down to where his fingers work at removing his pants.<br><br>Her heart pounds and eyes close as she can already smell his arousal, a small tremor runs through her nearly making her miss his next words. "Hmm? Oh, umm.... Y-ya, from what I understand the first time I'll be able to control her but each time will become harder and harder until it is nearly impossible." She smiles and wiggles her hips as she walks, shimming her panties down to kick them out of the way.<br><br>Now completely bare, she bends at the waist to turn on the water, fully aware of the view she is giving him and how easily he can see every bit of her as she is careful to shave on a regular basis. When the water is at a decent temperature, she steps in and moves to allow it to wash over her, cascading down her curves and wetting her hair.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>16-04-2012, 08:01:43</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;His eyes very slowly look her body over as she turns, with them lingering upon the little slip of lace that she calls panties.&nbsp; Not even trying to hide his looks, he takes her in with a look of hunger now deep in his eyes.&nbsp; Slipping his pants down now, he reveals that underneath he has on a pair of crimson boxers.&nbsp; Made of a slick looking crushed silk, they reflect just a little bit of light before they too are slowly pushed down.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Revealing his length, she could see that while he was of average length, he was a bit thicker than normal.&nbsp; Fully erect, there is just a dusting of hair around the shaft that trails up his stomach to give a little chest hair.&nbsp; Standing before her in the nude, he makes no attempt to cover himself, and in fact seems to just be comfortable like he is.&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“The first time is safe…&nbsp; And then more and more, bring danger?”&nbsp; Nodding slowly as he follows her towards the shower, he seems to be speaking more to himself than to her as she works on getting the water to the right temperature.&nbsp; Following her into his large shower, the tile under their feet is clean and white as the water rinses her off.&nbsp; He has a broad shower head that is attached to a hose, allowing for water to be sprayed anywhere they might want.&nbsp; After she has the chance to slick her hair back, he steps into the shower behind her.&nbsp; Closing the sliding door after entering, his body presses tightly against her back as his arms go around her waist.&nbsp; Keeping her there within his arms, his length is pressing along the top of her rear and into her lower back as he smiles.&nbsp; Leaning in, she can feel his lips touch right where her neck and shoulder meets, before he whispers to her.&nbsp; “Then my lady wolf, I will hope to cause you to change.&nbsp; As I want you to find your bliss….many times.”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>16-04-2012, 08:49:06</strong>
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				Her heart pounds at the first brush of his naked body against hers, her lithe frame relaxing and melting against his own. A shiver races through her at the sensation of his length presses so tightly to her, so close to where her body craved him. Her eyes close as need drives her to press her rear firmly against him, her hips swaying slowly with clear desire. His whispered words have her back arching and a gasp passing her lips.<br><br>"Victor... T-touch me," she whispers the words on the brink of her gasp, her desperation clear and causing the creature within to whimper with her own need and passion. Andrea lay her head against Victor's shoulder before turning to meet his gaze, the golden in her eyes flaring for a brief moment to convey her lust before dying back to the warm brown that showed just a hint at the creature captured tightly in the slim, lust-filled young woman before him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>17-04-2012, 01:16:54</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Keeping his arms wrapped tightly around her nubile and wet body, his own frame presses tightly against her back as the water rushes over them both.&nbsp; His lips linger on the little curve of where her shoulder turns into her neck, and soon she can feel them part.&nbsp; First touching an open mouth kiss to that sensitive part of her body, she then can feel his teeth pressing against her.&nbsp; Softly at first, it is a playful bite that grows firmer with time.&nbsp; After only a few seconds, his teeth are pressing roughly into her skin as if he is trying to mark her as his property.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;While his teeth press against her, his hands are slowly moving along her body.&nbsp; One has slid upwards to brush along the bottoms of her breasts, while the other dips lower.&nbsp; Slipping down her slick form, he enjoys how smooth she is as his fingers dip in between her legs.&nbsp; Lifting his mouth from her neck long enough to speak, his words flow out in time with his fingers brushing along her core in a teasing manner.&nbsp; “You belong to me now.”&nbsp; Nuzzling into her neck now, she can feel his other hand cup her left breast in his palm.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>17-04-2012, 03:46:36</strong>
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				The first brush of his teeth against her skin causes her to jump just slightly before pressing all the more against, her hips rocking back, slowly with a need that was quickly rising. Her slick skin slides against his own as her body arches and grinds against him, her arms rise slowly to loop around his neck, laying there just as a gasp is ripped from her throat when his fingers slip between her damp folds to tease where she desires him. Coupled with his hand at her breast and his words seemingly whispered across her skin sends trembles racking her frame.<br><br>Unable to find her voice to confirm that fact she knows in her heart to be true she gives him a weak nod of her head, her eyes closed and body continuing to tremble with each teasing caress. As though to invite him in deeper, she shifts to part her legs all the more, the soles of her feet brushing along the gentle curve of the floor that gives way to the sides. Leaning back, she allows him to support some of her weight as she focuses on the pleasure he is giving her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>17-04-2012, 05:41:51</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;With her arms moving up around his neck, his back arches forward just a little to help her remain balanced.&nbsp; Parting his lips away from her neck, she can feel where he had bit her, and that there would be a mark there in the morning.&nbsp; That is, if she does not heal it beforehand.&nbsp; His hand along her breast cups the firm and round bit of flesh, while his thumb trails upwards to flick across her erect nipple.&nbsp; Running in a slow circle around the peak of her afterwards, he seems intent on exploring exactly how her nipple feels under his finger.&nbsp; Pressing down, he forces her nipple into her breast before pulling his finger back to watch it extend out again.&nbsp; Smiling as his lips find her earlobe, his teeth take her ear in between his lips at the same time his fingers give a gentle pinch to her nipple.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Meanwhile, his hand between her legs has not stood still.&nbsp; Instead, his middle finger has begun a slow and teasing exploration of her lips.&nbsp; Running down one side of her slick pussy, he reaches the little bit of skin under it, before pulling upwards along the other side of her lips.&nbsp; Once he has felt just how smooth she is to the touch, the tip of his middle finger slowly down the center of her folds.&nbsp; Brushing along the nub of her clit, he doesn’t linger there before his finger teases at her entrance.&nbsp; Only letting just a half inch or so of his finger slide into her, his voice comes out softly into her ear.&nbsp; “Ask for more dear.”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>18-04-2012, 08:01:37</strong>
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				She trembles when he pulls away from her neck, fully aware of the slowly forming mark and having no plans to remove it from her body. A small tremble races down her spine at the thought of being marked in any way by him. All thoughts quickly flee however as his thumb teases her bare nipple. The softest brush has her body heated and desiring his own yet instead of slipping into her like she craves Victor takes his time exploring her body, each touch seeming to be a deliberate tease.<br><br>His touch at her core only increases her belief in his teasing as each brush seemed designed to drive her mad with lust. She whimpers out in protest when his fingers stop the pleasurable onslaught he is wrecking upon her. Needing more, Andrea grinds her hips against his fingers aching for him to continue. His words cause her to glance back over her shoulder at him, a lustful fire dancing in her eyes as she meets his gaze. Her heart pounds in her chest as she rises onto her toes to brush her lips across his, her lips moving in a low whisper.<br><br>"Please, Victor.... More?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>19-04-2012, 02:50:55</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Kissing the small spot on her neck where the mark will soon be forming, his lips then part into a wide smile at her words.&nbsp; When she asks for more, his finger that had paused at the entrance to her womanly folds now moves.&nbsp; Slowly pressing more and more of his finger into her, she can feel the length of the digit enter her core with a little wiggle.&nbsp; Smiling as he watches her reaction to the pressure inside of her, his lips move up slowly to kiss and nibble on her earlobe.&nbsp; “You belong to me, fully now.&nbsp; My wolf.”&nbsp; Just soft words into her ear, they have a certainty to them that might just speak to her inner wolf.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Wrapping his other arm around her chest tightly, he keeps her held back against his muscular chest.&nbsp; Breathing out a long sigh of pleasure as her rear brushes along his thick length, it then nestles in between the cleft of her cheeks as if it had belonged there the entire time.&nbsp; Curling his finger within her now, he slowly wriggles it inside of her in search of all her little points of pleasure.&nbsp; His other hand now moves to cup her breast again, however this time his fore finger and thumb are places upon one nipple.&nbsp; Applying a bit of pressure to her nipple, he starts to slowly twist and turn it between his fingers as a low growl escapes his throat.&nbsp; “I’m never letting you go.”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>19-04-2012, 07:18:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				With eyes squeezed tightly shut, her lips part to form a perfect little 'o' as his long finger parts her, entering her fully. The pressure against her tight walls is exquisite and makes her long for more. Just as she begins to rock her hips against his hand, silently pleading for him to move, to caress, to do <strong>something,</strong> the digit buried deep within her wiggles. It's only a tiny bit yet it is enough to make her rise to her toes before sinking back to her heels with both shock and pleasure. Her breath ragged it nearly stills entirely at his words. <br><br>His breath hits the delicate shell of her ear making her tremble wildly, a soft pleased growl starting low in the back of her throat at the knowledge that she can add that note of pleasure in his voice. Her eyes slowly opening, she tosses her head back in ecstasy as his finger works to find every pleasurable surface inside of her, fueling her desires and wringing out moans and cries of passion that bounce of the tiles to mix with the soft spray of water upon the walls, floor and their slick bodies.<br><br>Each word spoken by him that graced her ear had both halves of her happy and satisfied. It seemed he knew exactly what to say to appease the woman who longs for a man to treat her well and care for her while assuaging the she-wolf within that desires a strong male to lead her. Normally the woman and the wolf are at odds with each other, needing and craving two opposites without finding a common ground. Yet with Victor, Andrea found everything she needed and for once she allowed herself to fully trust a man, to allow him to care for her in the way both halves hungered for.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>20-04-2012, 03:36:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Keeping his finger moving slowly within her folds, the tip of his finger can be felt moving along one inner wall with a good bit of pressure.&nbsp; Sliding his finger towards his palm, it is curling within her to try and cause just that little bit more of pleasure to her.&nbsp; His fingers around her nipple now apply even more of a pinch to it as he slowly rolls it back and forth.&nbsp; Tugging his fingers forward now, he moves his hand to lift up her breast a tiny inch or two by his firm grip on her nipple.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“I want you now…my wolf.”&nbsp; Letting go of her nipple, he allows her breast to very cutely fall back against her chest with that ideal bit of jiggle to it.&nbsp; Speaking still against her ear, his words seem to convey a good bit in his term for her.&nbsp; ‘My wolf’, while it may be a little pet name for her it does seem that he takes a bit of pleasure from the ability to call her his.&nbsp; After his words leave his lips, the finger that had curled its self within her slowly straightens out.&nbsp; Pressing deeply into her one last time, it then starts a very deliberate and gentle withdraw from her inner folds.&nbsp; “Here, or in my bed?&nbsp; I want to make you mine, forever.”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>20-04-2012, 05:49:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				With his touch maddening and his words at her ear, her moans grow louder with more hunger and passion, quickly drowning out the soft patter of the water landing around and on the lovers. Her back arches at his touch upon her stiffened nipple, hips bucking against his hand as his finger continues its passion-invoking explorations. Each twist and curl seemed to bring her closer to that sweet, blissful edge while continuing to deny her the release her body already craved.<br><br>As his finger slowly removes itself from her depths she growls loudly, a sound far to wild and savage to come from a human throat. However her growl ends just as quickly as it starts up to be replaced by some, pleading whimpers of need, her hips rocking back towards him in an insistent motion. With his words finally sinking in, she turns in his arms to press her body tightly to his, her slick, heated body rubbing against his in a request for more. Andrea's lips brush across his jaw in a soft caress while her eyes, hooded in her desire, looked up at him with trust and need. "Victor, I want to be in your bed... Now, please~"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>21-04-2012, 05:11:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Reaching slowly past her, one hand moves to the faucet to turn off the water.&nbsp; His other hand has wrapped around her waist to pull her closer against his chest as she turns to face him.&nbsp; Digging his fingers into the curve of her rear now, he depresses her skin a bit as his nails now leave little crescent moon shapes in her skin. Growling out again, the sound is deep in his throat which she can half feel as her lips touch him.&nbsp; With the water now stopped, the little rivulets of water are slowly drying up to leave just beads of water along their skin.&nbsp; Certainly not actually clean yet, still it does feel better to him to have rinsed off a bit.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;After she speaks, his lips move quickly to find hers.&nbsp; Pressing firmly against her lips in a kiss, his arm that had turned the water off moves back now to hold her tightly.&nbsp; Kissing her with a fervent passion, his tongue parts both his and her lips in search of her own.&nbsp; Finding it quickly, the tip of his tongue slides past hers and then down the side.&nbsp; Only after kissing her for a long moment does he pull away with a ragged little breath.&nbsp; “Andrea, I want more than just you being mine…&nbsp; Will you submit to me?”&nbsp; Moving slowly as he speaks, his foot nudges the door to the shower open.&nbsp; Releasing a cloud of steam as he does so, he now starts to tug her out of the shower.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>23-04-2012, 05:45:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Her fingers teasing and stroking through his hair, Andrea's body presses all the tighter to his own, as though attempting to sink into him, her lips gentle yet hungry against his own while she returns his passionate kiss. Her tongue dances with his and her lips move against his own in a soft caress, gently whimpering her need to him. With a small pout of protest, she watches him pull away from their kiss only to give a small smile to see his breathing just as ragged as her own. The knowledge of being able to affect him so much sends a shiver of pleasure far more along the lines of feminine satisfaction that made the wolf within her give a low growl of delight.<br><br>At Victor's words, her eyes flash upwards to meet his own while he pulled her from the warmth of the shower. With a natural submissive quality to both the woman and the creature just beneath her skin, she was never cut-out to be an alpha and running from her doomed fate as an alpha's mate was the best thing she had ever done. Yet she will always be a pack animal and she finds she needs the closeness of another. In the presence of such a dominating figure it would only be natural for her to submit to him.<br><br>With a shy smile and a small blush gracing her high cheekbones Andrea steps from the shower, a tendril of steam wrapping around her ankle as she moves to stand in front of him, her nipples brushing his chest with each breath she takes. "Yes," she whispers, standing on her toes to brush a kiss across his jaw, her eyes closed at the feel of his skin.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>26-04-2012, 07:31:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Stepping slowly out of the shower, his fingers keep within hers as a trail of steam trails upwards from his body.&nbsp; Smiling widely as he hears that single word, it speaks so much more than just what is heard.&nbsp; He had known she already was his, but to hear that she will submit…that is so much more.&nbsp; And to do so willingly, that is what matters.&nbsp; That she comes to him, and wants to be there.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;When her lips touch his jaw, he lets out a clear sound of approval and pleasure.&nbsp; Wrapping an arm around her waist, his head then tilts down slowly to end up with his lips against her cheek.&nbsp; Pressing them to her, their wet bodies run along each other’s slowly to share in a slick and warm embrace.&nbsp; With his lips moving past her cheek towards her ear, his fingers slide down her back to grip her rear.&nbsp; “Come with me to bed.”&nbsp; Speaking in a low tone, his body turns towards his room as his hand on her rear remains there.&nbsp; Pulling her along with him, he makes not motion to try and dry off, but instead walks over to his bed with her.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Crawling into bed, he smiles back to her with an inviting look on his face.&nbsp; Clearly looking her over, she can easily see the lust and care in his eyes as he holds out his hand.&nbsp; “Please join me, my little wolf.”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>27-04-2012, 06:40:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				When he pulls her close she can't help but shiver with anticipation, the rubbing and embracing of their slick bodies merely a promise for what is to come. Giving him a soft moan of approval and pleasure while his kisses trail to her ear and his hands wander down the now arching curve of her back. Her own fingers trace across his chest, nails grazing his skin softly before she leans close to lick a drop of water from him, a shiver racing down her spine at his taste.<br><br>Biting her lip gently, slightly nervous yet fully excited, she allows Victor to lead her to the bed, fully aware of his hand on her rear as they walk, her own brushing along the length of his spine in a gentle although affectionate caress. She watches him with bright, lustful eyes as he slips into bed, her very posture that of a young woman about to do something she had never done before.<br><br>Taking a deep breath and trusting in both her instincts and this man who captured her attention she easily, she took his hand, a small, happy growl escaping her at the little name he gave her before she too slipped beneath the sheets. Immediately, almost drawn to him like a magnet, she presses her body against his own, nuzzling and kissing his chest gently as she moves between the sheets to slip one leg of his and wrap her arms around his neck, effectively wrapping herself around him in an effort to hold him close yet keeping her limbs loose enough to easily remove should her wish her to be in another position.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>28-04-2012, 04:06:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;After leading her towards the bed, he slowly crawls into it and beneath the sheets.&nbsp; Moving up the bead towards the headboard, his body twists and turns enough to let his back end up against the mattress.&nbsp; Only letting go of her body for the barest of moments, his strong hands are quickly placed upon her slick skin as she moves under the covers with him.&nbsp; Laying his head against a pillow, she can see that it is soft and almost looks to be filled with down.&nbsp; The scent of him now is all around her, filling her nostrils as well as her being.&nbsp; After tonight, the scent of him will linger on her body for quite some time, from her being so close and wrapped up in his sheets.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;With her body moving along his, and her leg in between his, she can feel him relax into the mattress.&nbsp; Leaning into her, his legs part a little to give her own leg more room while his arms slip around her chest.&nbsp; One arm slides under her and along his smooth cotton sheets, while the other drapes over her body.&nbsp; Lifting with the arm underneath her, he trusts her enough to move along with him as his other arm pulls her towards his chest.&nbsp; Obviously wanting her on him now, he easily positions her there with her legs on each side of his waist.&nbsp; Now that she is straddling him, his hands meet behind her back to press into the small of her spine.&nbsp; “I will be gentle the first time.”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>30-04-2012, 06:53:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				At first she simply snuggles into him, content to allow his scent to wash over her, cling to her skin and fill her senses until she feels safe and protected both pressed so tightly to him and laying between his sheets. The wolf within her basked in knowledge that for a while she will wear his scent like a badge and prayed her own will rub off onto him even just a little. Her body takes the cue from his own as he relaxes allowing her to melt into his side only to be easily and fluidly lifted until she sat, astraddle his waist. Feeling his fingers at the small of her back, Andrea can't help but blush.<br><br>From where she sits she could feel his length rubbing against her slick folds and she trembles slightly, unsure whether from fear, nerves or simple arousal. She wants him, god does she want him, yet the rules she has lived by for so long, coupled by her innocence, holds her at bay. But, being a creature of curiosity, she places her palms on his chest, looking into his eyes while she slowly grinds her hips against his own. The instant pleasure causes her breath to leave her in a whoosh and her gaze to grow hooded with lust. With a hunger she didn't realize she possessed, she leans forward and captures his lips, giving a low, submissive whine in the back of her throat. Has she been in her other form she would have surely been on her back, baring her throat or at the very least rubbing against him and placing affectionate licks and nips anywhere she could reach in a ploy for attention.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>02-05-2012, 22:04:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Smiling to himself as she settles in on top of his hips, his fingers remain lightly pressed against the small of her back for now.&nbsp; Enjoying the feeling of her there, Victor leans his head to the side before pressing a small kiss to her cheek.&nbsp; Speaking in a soft tone, he can feel that little tremble go through her body as he keeps his voice calm and easy.&nbsp; &nbsp;“I am not going to hurt you…”&nbsp; His voice reaches her ear just as his fingers move slowly along the curve of her rear to cup one cheek in his palm.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;At the motions of her along his hips, his chest broadens a little as he inhales deeply.&nbsp; She can feel the muscles expand and contract under her palm as he breathes, with his heartbeat strong and steady.&nbsp; Picking up a little bit in arousal, his heart nearly skips a beat as she runs her folds along his length.&nbsp; Kissing her deeply in return once her lips touch his, he quickly parts his lips and passionately finds her tongue with his.&nbsp; As their kiss continues on, his hand moves slowly from her rear up to her hip while his other hand finds her opposite hip.&nbsp; Gripping her there, he lifts upwards until she can feel the tip of his shaft dragging along the folds of her slit.&nbsp; Catching just slightly at her entrance, he breaks the kiss just for a moment to watch her expression.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>04-05-2012, 05:18:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				His voice helps relax her jittery nerves and, before she realizes it, Andrea is leaning into Victor's touch with a low, happy moan, a tremble that has nothing to do with fear racing across her spine. In his embrace she feels so... Safe, protected, cared for. Enough to have her melting into him until she is like putty in his skilled hands. <br><br>Hearing his heart skip ever so slightly beneath her fingertips makes her smile, she is amazed she can have such an affect on him and the knowledge sends a shiver down her spine. Never before has she felt desired, lusted after, craved like he makes her feel and she longs to pay him back in any way she can. Tentatively, she returns his deep, searching kiss, her tongue dancing with his and falling behind slightly as she allows him to lead her, head long into a whirl wind of passion and desire. With fingers tangling in his hair she holds on tightly while her hips instinctively rock against his own, the wolf within her desperate for a relief and actively searching for it despite his length's seeming refusal to enter her aching body.<br><br>Giving a low growl her fingers tighten in his hair while the creature within begged to be released, its fur brushing just beneath her skin causing her to pant from a new heat that had nothing to do with her lust. Her growl silences completely when the movements of her hips are suddenly restrained making her brow furrow in confusion and her gaze to meet his own. Just as her lips part to ask if something is wrong she feels his tip teasing her smooth, slick folds. Her eyes widen in surprise before closing as pleasure and anticipation sweep through her, leaving her in such a state that her body trembles and her hips buck towards his with a primitive, wild hunger that rages within her. "Victor~" She gasps out.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>10-05-2012, 06:15:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;At the little gasp of his name, Victor knows that the time is perfect.&nbsp; And with a gentle nudge of his hands on her hips, his own waist moves upwards and off of the bed to thrust the tip of his length into her.&nbsp; Letting her move as she wants now, his hands are helping her downwards and further onto his thick shaft until his skin presses against her inner thighs.&nbsp; As deep as he can be within her in this position, he lets out a long sigh of bliss as she comes to a stop.&nbsp; “Mmm…&nbsp; Yess.”&nbsp; Speaking in a hushed tone, his voice is heavy with lust as his fingernails start to dig into her a bit.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Just let go.&nbsp; I want to see you cum, my little wolf.”&nbsp; Pausing for a moment to enjoy the sensation of her tight folds wrapped around his length, his eyes close as he leans his head in towards her ear.&nbsp; Nipping at her earlobe, he lets out a little growl before speaking to her.&nbsp; “You and your wolf, belong to me now.”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>17-05-2012, 06:08:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She trembles as he lowers her body on to his, her hips jerking ever so slightly in his grasp at his initial penetration past her tight folds. Her eyes squeezed tightly in concentration as he fit himself easily between her thighs, the creature within her beating at her mind and body, begging for physical release. It pushed at her skin, pounded at her very being as it demanded to be set free. With a will Andrea wasn't aware she possessed, she forced the she-wolf back as Victor's nails pricked and bit at her skin.<br><br>His words draw her attention and she opens her eyes to look down at him, her gaze nothing more than that of the feral creature that resides just beneath her humane visage. Her lips part and she takes a ragged breath when he sits up enough to nip and growl his claim into her ear. Her cry of approval and desire is caught between a howl and a moan of need. Immediately she moves her hips with a desperate need, her nails scratching down his chest leaving angry red lines as the grow and sharpen to prick at his skin.<br><br>"Victor!" She moans, her mind lost within the haze of pleasure her body is experiencing as the lovely friction between their writhing forms propel her higher and higher until she fears she will never come back down.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>23-05-2012, 22:57:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Bucking his hips upwards, Victor thrusts his length as deeply into her as he is physically able to.&nbsp; His hand lifts upwards from the curve of her hip, dragging nails along her back, until his fingers slip into her hair.&nbsp; Taking a firm grip of her hair, she can feel his strong fingers near her scalp as they tighten into a fist.&nbsp; With a chunk of her hair in between his fingers, his hand pulls back slowly, dragging her head back in the process.&nbsp; As he pulls her hair back, her head is pulled back as well to expose her throat to him now.&nbsp; Letting out a bit of a growl, the sound reverberates through his chest as his face presses against her throat.&nbsp; Murmuring a small word of pleasure as he nuzzles into her, his lips then part to take a bit of her skin into his mouth.&nbsp; Biting down, his teeth depress her skin until soon she could feel him biting down hard enough to leave a mark on her, as if he was marking her as his property.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As his teeth were biting into her skin, his hips slowly had lowered to drag the length of his cock out of her warm folds.&nbsp; Only letting the tip of his shaft remain within her, his thighs flex upwards against her legs to prevent her from falling back down onto him.&nbsp; Holding her there, his tip is just within her, teasing her with promises of thrusting in deeper again as his voice comes out deeply against her throat.&nbsp; “Ask for it my wolf, beg to have your body filled with me.”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>02-06-2012, 06:01:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Andrea trembles as she feels his fingers twine in her hair forcing her head back to reveal the slim, tender column of her throat, an act she happily obliges to despite how she had so completely despised the exposed sensation such an action caused only a little bit before. Placing her hands upon his shoulders, her nails wickedly curved into claws with the increase of her pleasure and the sudden vulnerability of her position, she whimpers her submission softly, just loud enough for the delicate noise to reach his ears. She twines her fingers in his hair just as his teeth came down upon her flesh marking her and making her cry out softly for more. She had never before enjoyed her submissive nature as much as she did in Victor's arms.<br><br>Giving him a whine of protest as he lowered his hips forcing his length to leave her body even though her inner walls clung tightly to him, unwilling to let go, she struggles to buck down, eager to be filled once again only to be denied what her body craved. With her mind slowly beginning to be clouded by the wolf's desire, Andrea whimpers again, much louder this time, her hips struggling to descend. Distantly, she can feel her teeth sharpening.<br><br>Although it took her a moment, Andrea eventually finds her voice. Husky and slightly strained she whispers out, "please, Victor. I want you to f-fill me, please~"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>23-06-2012, 19:38:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The moment her voice hits his ears, Victor nearly lifts his hips up and off of the bed while his hands press down on her hips.&nbsp; Thrusting his length deep within her, the flared head of his cock runs along her smooth inner walls as the upwards motion carries him into her folds.&nbsp; Gasping out in his own pleasure, she can feel his hot breath against the side of her neck as she engulfs him.&nbsp; Groaning out now that he is within her, his body once again stops to enjoy the sensations for a long few seconds.&nbsp; But then, his body moves under her and soon only the tip of his manhood remains within her before being thrust deep into her again.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Are you close?&nbsp; Are you going to change my little wolf?”&nbsp; Whispering the words against her skin, his lips now press to the base of her ear as his hips slam into her again.&nbsp; <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>26-06-2012, 07:17:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Golden-brown eyes flashing, sharp teeth biting roughly into the plump flesh of her bottom lip, claws gripping his shoulders, the wolf within her is coming out more and more by the second with the building of her pleasure. Without her realization her ears begin to shift and reshape to form the pointed tips dusted with soft black fur which currently are laid back tightly against her skull as she continues to be lost within the pleasure he shows her. These changes to her body continues with each delicious thrust of his hips into her welcoming heat. Black fur that matches the silken, ravenesque locks curling about her pleasure-flushed face slowly grows and the fire of bones contorting, a signal of the change itself, left her breathless and softly gasping to regain her error.<br><br>The last thing to shift was her ability to speak. With paws, so much like human hands, on his shoulder, claws pricking his skin she tossed her head back, eyes closed tightly, and howled his name before her words her completely lost to her between the orgasmic pleasure that washed through her and the shift that had taken place.<br><br>With a soft whimper, she lowered herself just enough to nuzzle into his neck, rubbing her soft, furred cheek against his skin. Slowly, her hips still rocking against his to extend the spine-tingling pleasure just a bit more, she brushed the tip of her nose first across the pulse at his neck, her teeth gently nipping there, not biting hard enough to turn him just enough to feel, before brushing the just below his ear. A rumble of satisfaction bursting from her chest.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>01-07-2012, 23:56:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Looking only slightly surprised as her form completely changes shape, his eyes have gone a bit wide as he now has a larger and far more furry lady on top of him.&nbsp; Having not fully believed that she was speaking the truth about being some mythical creature, he was trying to adjust to not only her being so, but also that his cock was buried deep within her now.&nbsp; Recovering quickly though, his fingers slip through the fur of her sides.&nbsp; Seeming to encourage her transformation now, his hips buck upwards to slam deeply into her while letting out a low growl of pleasure.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“My wolf..”&nbsp; Speaking those words as she nuzzles into his neck, he grips her fur to pull her down close to him.&nbsp; “I want you on your hands and knees now…”&nbsp; Rolling slowly as he speaks, his hips are turning to the side in an attempt to have her move to his side and onto the bed.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>06-07-2012, 05:43:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Andrea's ears lower slightly, her body trembles at the low growl he released. An answering whimper rises within her chest and immediately she longs to hear that pleasured sound pass his lips again. It is a driving need that has her hips moving down to meet his fiercely and her nuzzles increasing insistently at his neck and chest, her own pleasure forgotten in that moment with her drive to drive him higher and higher with his ecstasy.<br><br>His words however quickly brought her movements to a halt. Her lips curved into a small grin at his claim, her body instantly snuggling closer to his, her nuzzles insistent once more before his order sank in. With reluctance, she allowed him to move her, giving a slow, languid stretch before she moved into position, glancing over her shoulder at him in her curiosity.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>12-07-2012, 22:02:20</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Moving slowly along the bed, he finds his fingers slipping into her fur as his knees tuck underneath his body.&nbsp; Lifting himself upwards, he never lets his body fully break contact, as if somehow that would break the spell of this.&nbsp; Moving himself to end up behind her, one hand remains on her hips while his other trails through her fur up her spine.&nbsp; Curling his nails a bit, they drag through her fur to run along her skin as his hand moves along her skin.&nbsp; Letting out that pleased sound again, it is a deep and low sound as it reverberates through his chest.&nbsp; Gripping the fur along the back of her neck now, he presses downwards along her to force her chest into the bed while lifting her rear upwards at the same time.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Keeping his voice low and deep, his words rumble through his chest while the tip of his manhood presses back against her slick lips.&nbsp; “Perfect.&nbsp; Just perfect.”&nbsp; Patting her upturned rear once, his hand then comes down against her ass in a quick pop before gripping her again.&nbsp; Pulling her body backwards just a bit as his hips move forward, the length of his shaft quickly is buried deep within her waiting folds.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>14-07-2012, 18:37:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Her body trembles as his hand makes its way through the thick pelt of dark fur, a soft, pleased growl vibrating from her in a wordless plea for more. With back arched and hips raised, Andrea's growl turns into a low whimper when the nape of her neck is gripped and she is forced to lower her upper body completely until her cheek is pressed tightly to his pillow, her nose buried in the fabric to better allow his scent to wash over her, completely calming her when she feels trapped with his weight atop hers. Gasping for breath, her ears flicker at his words for just a moment before laying flat against her skull, her eyes closing in pleasure from his voice alone.<br><br>Her eyes quickly reopen however and a yelp tares from her throat as his hand comes down on her rear making her back arch in surprise, claws digging into the sheets below, before her hips rocket back insistently desperately wanting more than a simple touch. With a groan, her needs are met as he pushes past slick folds to the welcoming heat beyond earning more whimpers of pleasure.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>20-07-2012, 23:46:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Keeping his motion steady and firm, his hips move forward slowly to have the length of his shaft go past her slick lips and deep into her warm folds.&nbsp; Claiming her once again as his cock enters her, his grip upon the scruff of her neck is there to remind her that she is below him.&nbsp; His bitch so to speak, and him her alpha as he mates with her.&nbsp; Once he is deep within her and his hips pressed tightly against her rear, his free hand once again lands an open palm slap against her upturned rear.&nbsp; Hard enough to sting, even through her fur, his hand remains upon the place where he struck to rub a bit of it away for a moment.&nbsp; Now curling his fingers towards his palm, his hand slips from the plushness of her rear to grip at the curve of her hip.&nbsp; Pulling his hips backwards slowly at the same time, his shaft drags out of her wet canal until just the tip remains within her.&nbsp; Using his grip on her hip for stability, he pulls her back as his hips move forward.&nbsp; The net result being him slamming into her quickly, before pulling out again.&nbsp; Bottoming out with each thrust, the sounds of his hips coming into contact with her furred ass and thighs repeatedly soon fills the room.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>29-07-2012, 05:49:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Each thrust sends her careening towards oblivion, each slap earns more soft whimpers and shivers of pleasure and pain dancing throughout her body until she becomes unsure where one ends and the other begins. Fully enjoying his domination in ways she never thought possible, she digs her claws deeply into the sheets and mattress beneath her writhing form as she struggles to wiggle free from the tight grip on her full hips in order to hurry their pace to match the depth he continues to reach within her. <br><br>As her pleasure grows so too does a small ache in her jaw begin to blossom. Allowing a small growl to rumble through her chest, she buries her nose within the softness of his pillow, allowing his scent to bath her senses although it did little in the way of calming her. The ache in her jaw grew until she opens her mouth, panting softly in her pleasure.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>10-08-2012, 04:39:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Thrusting deeply into his furred woman again, his hips come crashing against her upturned rear to have her asscheeks pressed tightly against him.&nbsp; Keeping himself there for a long moment, he actually takes a small breather to keep himself from rushing over the edge too quickly.&nbsp; Still holding her hips as he remains there, he pulls her back against him to ensure that every inch of his length is within her, at least as much as can be had in this position.&nbsp; Speaking in a low tone, she can hear and nearly feel the lust and approval from him as he manages to grunt out a few words.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“I want you to cum for me.”&nbsp; The words are simple, and filled with his arousal, all because of her.&nbsp; Digging his fingernails even tighter into her hips, the tips of them are even threatening to pierce her skin now as his fingers slide through her fur.&nbsp; Only after taking the moment to rest and pull himself back from nearly letting loose his seed within her do his hips begin to move again.&nbsp; Pulling slowly out, he actually lets his entire shaft escape her folds.&nbsp; As the cool air wafts across his glistening cock, he shudders at the sensation of slamming his shaft into her completely again.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>12-08-2012, 03:51:38</strong>
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				New shivers of pleasure wrack her body with each thrust of his hips and when he stills she immediately begins rocking against him, her hips grinding in the most pleasurable way. Andrea softly whimpers for him to continue, her need driving her on until she is ready to whine and plead for him to go on. He fills her so completely and with such ease it is maddening and having him merely stay the way he is, buried deeply within her slick heat while her inner walls contract and flutter around his girth, is torture. With her muzzle pressing into the fabric of his pillow case, her body trembling with the insistence of her desire.<br><br>Finally, with his words ringing in her ears she can feel the passion he invokes within her surge with her pleasure again and with one last thrust she reaches her release. Her cries of pleasure fill the room and her folds tighten around his length, fluttering as her climax rocks her to greater heights as he presses himself within her all over again. Closing her eyes tightly, Andrea can feel the human side of her self-conscious slipping, becoming lost in the pleasure and the she-wolf's desires.<br><br>Unaware of how her claws tore harshly into Victor's pillow, her head turns to glance up at him, studying the pleasure that flits across his expression, watching the need and the control he held tightly to him. It was arousing and made him all the more of a temptation. Panting softly, her lips curl into a small snarl as she grits her teeth tightly, knowing if he gave her a brief chance she'd have her teeth in his flesh.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>20-08-2012, 05:07:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The sound of claws ripping the cloth of his pillow was the indication that sent a warning signal through his mind.&nbsp; Just barely cutting through the fog of bliss and pleasure, the sound of tearing cloth finds his brain and causes him to look down towards her.&nbsp; Blinking once, his eyes clear just enough to see her starting to lose a bit of control.&nbsp; His shaft, after burying deep within her slick folds, holds there for a brief second before withdrawing once again.&nbsp; The flared head of his cock drags outwards along her inner walls to once again pause as just the tip remains inside of her.&nbsp; Trying to control both himself and now her at the moment, her inner walls feel so wonderful as the flutter and tighten around his manhood.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Realizing that the moment of no return was rapidly approaching, both for his own release and her control, his body leans forward just enough to bring his chest down against her back.&nbsp; Speaking in a low rumbling tone, he growls out the words as best he can into her ear.&nbsp; “Take a hold of the headboard my little wolf.&nbsp; And do not let go, until I allow you to.”&nbsp; With his body leaning over hers, anyone who might see them now would certainly get the impression of him rutting with her.&nbsp; His chest presses against the fur of her back to not only hold her down, but to let his hips slam his cock back into her, where it happens to belong.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>21-08-2012, 05:30:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Lost to the pleasure and being filled so completely, so perfectly, Andrea arches her back and a low sound caught between a needful whine and a warning growl escapes her. Why does he torment her like this? She wants nothing more than to have his length buried within her sensitive and tender folds, his body spent and relaxed pressed tightly against hers, yet his denial of what she so desperately craved seemed continuous, never ending. She could feel his release approaching quickly, his climax building yet at the last possible second he stopped and pulled free from the heated silk of her inner walls, an action that confuses and drives her crazy with need despite her own release.<br><br>Just as she began to rock back towards him, urging him to fill her once more, the weight of his body atop of hers increases causing her to pause in slight confusion until his voice, a low, hungry growl in her ear gave her a new order. The command in his voice was too hard to ignore and she quickly reached out to grasp the headboard, the dark wood creaking slightly beneath her grip yet the tone he used keeping her still while she rocked her body as best as she could against his, her head down with her forehead pressed to the torn and ripped pillow beneath her. With one powerful thrust of his hips, he met part of her need causing a soft growl of satisfaction to burst from her chest, filling the room just as easily as the sound of silken fur gliding across sheets and skin.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>26-08-2012, 22:19:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Letting go of his grip on her hips as his chest leans in to press against her back, his body is hunched over her body.&nbsp; Enjoying the feel of her silken fur along his skin, another low rumbling growl escapes his lips.&nbsp; His hips have not stopped their movements now, sliding his shaft in and out of her folds with a slick sound of their lovemaking filling the room.&nbsp; His fingers slide up her sides, dragging his fingernails through her fur before his right hand takes a firm grip of the hair along the back of her head and neck.&nbsp; Tugging to the side as his hand twists a little, he both pulls her head back and to the side with one easy motion.&nbsp; The motion brings her ear closer towards her ear, his voice comes out just a bit strained.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Do you want your owner’s cum?&nbsp; Do you want to be filled little pup?”&nbsp; Speaking against her ear, his lips brush along the sensitive part of her, all the while his hips move fast enough to slap his heavy sac against her lips with each thrust.&nbsp; With his words in her ear, she can feel and smell just how close he is to having his own orgasm.&nbsp; Holding back as best he can, his mouth then parts to suck the tip of her ear into his mouth.&nbsp; Biting down, another low growl comes from deep within his chest.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>01-09-2012, 08:58:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Panting heavily, she barely finds the breath to yelp as her head is tugged back and to the side allowing him to speak directly into her ear. Each word falling from his lips sends tremors through her already quivering body, her ears flicking rapidly against his ear as his breath fall upon the sensitive skin. Closing her eyes tightly, she can easily feel her body's reaction to his words and the overpoweringly thick yet almost addictive scent of his own impending release., clenching with a new rush of liquid desire, writhing beneath his in overwhelming pleasure. Whining softly, she knew without a doubt she'd be begging, demanding, pleading for him to just give it to her if her voice hadn't changed with her appearance.<br><br>Andrea grips the wood all the tighter, feeling it splint and distantly noting the small shards that fall while pleasure wracked her frame. She softly whimpers as he bites her ear and makes a small, gentle nip to his collarbone, sharp canines barely graze flesh before pulling away. The action was a slight ploy for more, her baser instincts begging for her to be filled, while struggling the relieve the almost intolerable pressure in her jaws. Again, another whine reverberated from her throat and she softly shakes her head in a half-hearted attempt to release the tip of her ear from his teeth. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>06-09-2012, 07:24:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Waiting for her teeth to pass from his skin, he never the less lets out a low groan of pleasure as her mouth crosses his neck.&nbsp; Never letting his lips part from her ear now, she can feel his teeth pressing against that sensitive skin of hers as his hips plunge his cock deeper into her wet folds.&nbsp; With her being so slick and warm, he cannot hold his pleasure back any longer and she can start to feel her folds filled with his seed.&nbsp; Growling low at first, it picks up into a crescendo of bliss as he gives one last thrust into her.&nbsp; Forcing his seed deep into her, the hot and thick cum only ends up seeping out a tiny bit from her as his hips stop moving.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Careful of her fangs and claws as he holds himself over her, his lips finally pull free from her ear only to whisper into it.&nbsp; “Now you are bonded to me, wolf.&nbsp; Forever my bitch.”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>08-09-2012, 22:57:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Trembling gently beneath him, Andrea finally allows her body to slump downward, her grip becoming lax on the headboard. A low, satisfied growl rumbled in her chest as content exhaustion swept through her allowing for a partial shift. Soft skin slowly replaced midnight fur and she buried her face into his pillow still uttering her content growl. Stretching slightly, her hips rolled back against Victor's gently in a slow, luxory-driven rock, the only remaints of the she-wolf were the golden brown eyes that glanced at him over one smooth, bare shoulder and the lightly furred, pointed ears that flicked against his jawline.<br><br>Turning her upper body just a tiny bit, she watches him through half-lidded yet still fully aroused eyes, a small smirk playing across full lips permiting glimpses of sharp teeth. "After that, Victor, am I truly suppose to argue with you?" Her ears lay back tightly, fur mixing with ravenesque strands while color, a faint blush, rose to her cheeks.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>13-09-2012, 06:30:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Watching her shift in that post orgasmic lethargy, he carefully avoids any claws or fangs until they have receded again.&nbsp; When her form is mostly back to human, he rocks his hips back to hers with a little thrust, before letting his length slowly slipping free from her.&nbsp; Sighing in pleasure as he is free, his body slumps to the bed behind her as his arms wrap tightly around her frame.&nbsp; Tugging her to her side as well, he really pays to attention to the shredded pillow or sheets as he lays his head to the bed.&nbsp; When the two of them are laying down on his bed, it is only then that his voice comes out in a lazy manner.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“I believe, that is the point.&nbsp; By leaving you with no argument against it, I am able to keep you here with me.&nbsp; Which I add, pleases me greatly.”&nbsp; Noticing the little blush to her cheek now, one hand comes up to very gently run the back of his fingers along her skin.&nbsp; “We shall have to find other ways of pleasure, as my bed cannot handle too much more.&nbsp; But, I think that you might enjoy being collared and restrained?&nbsp; Or, am I off the mark here…my little wolf?”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>14-09-2012, 23:02:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Slowly her blush deepens at his words as she presses her body firmly against his own, one leg rising to drap across his and the tip of her own running back and forth along the strong line of his collarbone. Placing her palm against his stomach gently, the small smile flirting across her lips warming with her satisfaction. Nuzzling into his chest sweetly, she arches her back to press closer to him. "No, no... you're definitely not wrong," she mumbles faintly against his skin, her blush darkening wildly in the only hint of the modesty she met him with.<br><br>Stretching out happily, Andrea can't help but reflect on what had occurred within just a few short hours. Out of fear of losing herself to a much more dominant personality she had run from the only home she had ever known only to meet a man whom had little to no knowledge of the creature that resides beneath her skin. Within hours of meeting him she had felt an attraction she had never before felt and introduced her to the pleasure her submission could bring. Ironic how so quickly her opinions can change.<br><br>"What exactly do you have in mind?" She whispers, her lips moving across his skin in gentle, teasing brushes.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>15-09-2012, 07:07:45</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Touching a soft kiss to her blushing cheek now, his lips then turn upwards and into a smile.&nbsp; With her head and face burying into his chest, his fingers move from where they had caressed her cheek around to the back of her neck.&nbsp; Never letting the smile fade from his face, even his breathing has slowed now to deep inhales and exhales.&nbsp; With her leg over his, his thigh runs between hers to end up pressing between her legs as his voice comes out softly.&nbsp; His tone is lazy and utterly content as well.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“I am thinking of a collar for my wolf, to then leash you down when your…other side takes over.”&nbsp; Smiling now, his lips end up pressing to her forehead softly.&nbsp; Lingering there, his lips brush along her skin as he continues to speak.&nbsp; “I can set aside some space here, for us to please each other.&nbsp; Well, for you to please me my bitch.&nbsp; But, there I will be able to establish proper tethers and restraints.&nbsp; So you do not injure myself or my furniture.”&nbsp; Pausing then, his hand along her back slowly drags down to rest on the upper part of her rear.&nbsp; “You will stay here, of course.&nbsp; I will not have my wolf straying or being caught in the rain again.&nbsp; And in return for this, all I ask is that you give yourself to me completely.”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>15-09-2012, 20:36:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Her smile is bright and warm as she listens to him, her forehead laying against his chest, feeling his heart beat as she toys with a long tendril of dark hair, braiding and twisting it here and there in a subconsciously fidgety movement. Her hair falls across her breast as she plays and her legs willingly parting to admit his own, her hips rolling slightly as she shifts against him. Listening to him, she can't help but give a low growl in the back of her throat in pleasure and anticipation as he speaks to her,her smile threatening to break out into a grin.<br><br>"I already have, Victor," she whispers softly against his skin her lips rising in gentle kisses up his chest and along the strong length of his neck to nibble across his jaw. Wrapping her arms around his neck, Andrea continues pressing affectionate kisses and nips to his skin, the she-wolf writhing beneath her skin, demanding she show her submission and the emotions she's starting to feel towards him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>16-09-2012, 07:51:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Remaining quiet for some time, his eyes are shut and his breath has evened out.&nbsp; Perhaps thinking he might be asleep, the only signs to show that he is not are how his fingers curl and stretch out on the upper curve of her lovely backside.&nbsp; Every once and a while, his thumb moves in a small circle in the small of her back while pressing down, as if he was either scratching where her tail had been or gently massaging the muscles there.&nbsp; As his head presses down against the ripped up pillow, his nostrils open to let out a little snort, sending a bit of fluff from inside the pillow flying into the air.&nbsp; Inhaling quickly then, his hand leaves her body only for a brief moment to scratch his nose before it once again takes its place along her lower back.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“I believe that a new pillow may be in order soon.”&nbsp; Chuckling softly, his eyes remain closed now as his shoulder shifts underneath him.&nbsp; Finding where her claws ripped his sheets and even a little of the mattress, he cannot keep the smile off of his face as he speaks again.&nbsp; “And a new mattress.”&nbsp; With his hand on the top of her rear, his fingers slip lower to lift from her skin and come down in a small pop.&nbsp; “Bad doggy, ruining your Master’s furniture.”&nbsp; Not sounding upset in the slightest, his fingers curl along the curve of her beautiful rear to press his fingertips into the crease where her cheeks and thigh meet.&nbsp; Cupping her ass in his hand now, his eyes finally open to look down at her.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“How is it, in your culture that one shows their submission to another?”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>17-09-2012, 06:09:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Entwined so closely to him, Andrea can't help but press tighter to the larger frame of the man laying next to her, his arm draped possessively across her bare body making her feel so utterly exposed yet so deliciously feminine. Rolling her hips slightly beneath his wandering fingertips, her own eyes reluctantly flutter closed before snapping open in surprise as he snorts, tiny feathers flying through the air to land on and about them, making her sneeze as the fluff tickles her nose. In response to the flying pillow stuffing, she buries her face in the crook of his neck with a soft blush as she only now notes the damage she's caused his bed in the throes of pleasure he had tossed her headlong into.<br><br>His scent, pure vital male and a hint of masculine sweat and the rainwater they had walked through what suddenly felt a lifetime ago, washes over her. Comforting in its strength and familiarity, a baser instinct instructs her actions as she nuzzles into his neck, her body lightly rubbing against his until all she can smell was him, on the torn sheets beneath them, in the air and most importantly on her skin. In return leaving traces of her own scent on him, satisfying the pack creature within and its need to feel connected to the dominant male and, truly, the only pack she has now in her life.<br><br>Content as she is, his words become a low, comforting drone to her sleepy, satisfied mind, her body melting easily against his only to stiffen and jerk in surprise of his light spank, a soft yelp parting her lips and confusion alighting her eyes before she recognize the playfulness within him. Laughing softly, her ears flick lightly against his chin as she nuzzles his chest, her lips curved into a warm smile. Trying to at least pretend to be somber, she softly tells him, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to," yet the mischief that curls her lips easily betrays her. Laughing under her breath, her nose brushes repeatedly against his skin before she stills in thought his question stopping her.<br><br>"Submission in the pack... Is a little hard to explain," she begins, her nails grazing his chest back and forth slowly as she thought. "In a way werewolves are much like a regular wolf pack, hierarchies and such, yet there are certain quirks that could also be linked to a medieval kingdom. Depending on the... Well I guess your rank, is a different form of submission, really as long as your polite and show respect to those higher then you, your submission is understood. True submission is saved for the pack's alpha," here, she pauses, her brow furrowing as she contemplates the alpha she ran from. "Again that would depend on who you are to the alpha but in the most basic of terms, it's a submission of both wolf and man." Quieting, her nails slowly tapped against his chest, mimicking the beat of his heart in an absent-minded motion while she reflects upon what would have happened should she have remained with the pack.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>18-09-2012, 02:37:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As she speaks of how submission within her culture works, his eyes remain open and slightly focused on her.&nbsp; The bits of fluff and feathers that had been stirred up by their gentle movements and breath are starting to settle down finally around them.&nbsp; Not seeming to mind or pay any real attention to the little bits of it all, his hand ends up carefully moving up her rear.&nbsp; Making certain that his motions are evoking both a sense of teasing along with care for her, his hand stops at the little crook of her back.&nbsp; Pressing his palm to her skin there, he spreads his fingers out widely as he speaks again.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“You didn’t mean to…”&nbsp; Grinning in amusement now, he shakes his head slowly as he notices the little blush on her cheeks.&nbsp; “Well, we won’t be staying here tonight so do not get too comfortable.&nbsp; I think that a hotel will be better, for at least a night or two as I order a bed and have it delivered.”&nbsp; Thinking about her clothes from before and how they are probably still soaked from the rain, she might not be the most comfortable in them at the moment.&nbsp; Especially after their shower and recent activities.&nbsp; With his one hand on the small of her back, his other hand moves upwards towards her face as best he is able to.&nbsp; Cupping her cheek now, he tilts her head back up a bit so that his eyes can meet hers.&nbsp; “And with you giving yourself to me…is that free reign to dress you as I please my little wolf?”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>19-09-2012, 07:08:07</strong>
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				Tension that had just begun to sink into her bones as she thought of what could have been quickly lifts as Victor's head continues its teasing exploration of her back. Once more blue eyes, although far darker than their almost aquamarine original appearance, looks up at him, trust and a still retaining desire sparkling within their depths as she gazes up at him, her lips moving against his chin in a gentle kiss while her fingers mimic his, splaying across his chest. With her hand pressed to him, she can feel the steady beat of his heart and slowly, her lithe body melts once more against him, relaxing completely beneath his touch with his words floating through and around her, his voice soothing whether he knows it or not.<br><br>Gently, her eyes drowsy with exhaustion, she nuzzles into his chest, soft, full lips forming a quiet pout as he informed her of their need to move. She doesn't want to, doesn't he know that? A soft whine starts in the back of her throat as she stretches out beside him. As she stretches though, her skin scrapes uncomfortable against the rips and tears in the mattress and sheets causing her to wrinkle her nose unhappily. As much as she doesn't want to, reluctantly she nods her understanding and curls her body tighter against his, a smile curving Andrea's lips before she is forced to raise her head to look up at him. Although confusion initially pangs at her, understanding quickly comes and she can't help but reach out to kiss the tip of his nose in an affectionate yet playful manner. <br><br>"I gave myself to you, Victor, freely... I have no problem with you dressing me," she can't help but giggle a little here, leaning into his palm. "But there's really not much for me to where!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>20-09-2012, 05:39:41</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Keeping his voice low and steady, the cadence of his words seem to somehow match the thumping of his heartbeat within his chest.&nbsp; As her fingers spread out along his skin, she can feel a bit of sparse hair along his chest.&nbsp; Not a hair man at all, he still has a little dusting of hair along his chest for her fingers to slip through.&nbsp; Not moving for a long while again, his own body has relaxed completely against her.&nbsp; She can feel the tension leaving his body, as his muscles relax and go just a bit limp.&nbsp; When she mentions that he can dress her, his nostrils flare just a little as he breathes in.&nbsp; Holding his breath as he looks to her, it exhales out in a long sigh of contentment now.&nbsp; Kissing her chin as her lips touch to his nose, mirth fills his eyes and voice now.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“I may just have a few things lying around, so long as you do not mind wearing a bit of clothing that originally was purchased for someone else.”&nbsp; Shaking his head slowly, he leans in to touch his lips to hers softly.&nbsp; “They are clean, and I believe will look better on you as it is.”&nbsp; Keeping his lips close to hers, he whispers softly under his breath.&nbsp; “A lady always looks better when she is working her way into your heart.”&nbsp; Pulling his head back after whispering to her, his muscles tense once again as his body slowly moves.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;With a soft groan, he slides his hand out from under her to press against the bed.&nbsp; Reluctantly pulling away from her, his frame then slides to the edge of the bed as he sits up.&nbsp; Hanging his feet over the edge, he pauses there to take a breath for himself.&nbsp; He really did not want to leave here either, but at the same time, sleep would be hard to get on that mattress with its condition the way it is now.&nbsp; Finally he stands up, only to have his legs wobble a small bit.&nbsp; The post sex wobbles, so to speak.&nbsp; After a step or three, his legs even out and he is making his way over towards his chest of drawers.&nbsp; Leaning over to open the bottom drawer, his lips purse together as he lets out a little hum.&nbsp; Pulling up a small top, he shakes his head before tossing it lightly to the side.&nbsp; As he digs through the drawer, she might see that there are a few bits of clothes in there for women, along with what is obviously some clothing that he never wears.&nbsp; I mean, who would actually wear a pinstripe shirt?&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Turning around as he stands up, he has a wide smile on his face along with two pieces of clothing in his hands.&nbsp; The first is a small pleated skirt, that of course is plaid.&nbsp; Dark maroon and black, it is short enough that on her it might reach mid-thigh.&nbsp; Obviously some school-girl skirt mockup, the small skirt would just barely cover her ass, and keep her somewhere in the realm of decency rather than come down over her thighs.&nbsp; The top is a lacy tank top, which clearly is designed for a bra or something to be worn under it, yet those are the only two articles of clothing in his hands.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Well, what do you think?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>23-09-2012, 06:46:45</strong>
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				Through lidded eyes, lust and sleepy exhaustion swirling in their depths, she watches as he manages to pull himself from the warmth radiating from her figure, her body arching and writhing in a slow, easy stretch before she rolls to her belly, her head turns to watch him, poking out from beneath his pillow. With his scent invading her senses, her body once more becomes alight with need, with passion she only ever felt in his arms. Subtly, her attention not fully focused on what she is doing, her hips press down into the ruined mattress, gently searching for the contact she lost when he pulled away with the intent to get her up and moving when all she wants is to remain wrapped around the man the creature within clearly viewed as her alpha.<br><br>Gripping his pillow tightly with a tightness that shows her reluctance to leave the haven of his bed, she rolls to her side facing him and slowly sits up, automatically reaching for the ripped sheets to wrap around her bare body as she returns his kisses. Dark blue eyes, now flecked with tones of the golden brown eyes of the she-wolf and beautifully wild in there feral state, watches him closely as he straightens, muscles rippling in a clear show of power and confidence as he moves about his room, earning a soft growl of approval at his appearance. Even when he's not trying, Victor creates a sense of strength around him, allowing even her to feel safe in his presence, lulling her into a state where her trust can easily and confidently be put in him.<br><br>Hungrily, Andrea watches while he shuffles through clothing, her nose twitching lightly as old scents carries to her. Stale perfume and the musky scent of sex and lust still clings to the fibers yet just as he claimed she can easily detect the scent of fabric softener on the clothing, nearly masking his and others' scents. Eventually he pulls free a couple articles of clothing that has her finally, shakily standing from his bed, the sheet still wrapped around her tightly, raven hair falling in waves down her back, curling and twisting wildly about her face giving her innocent expression as she flickers her eyes from his face to the clothing in his hand an almost sultry appearance. <br><br>Faintly, a blush spreads across her cheeks and her ears fall back against her hair in her confusion. Holding the sheet about her with on hand she uses the other to hold up the tiny skirt to herself, eyeing the shortness of it before looking to the lacy top. "Victor," she finally asks, her brow furrowed in confusion while her voice, still husky from remembered pleasure and passion, fills the room, "won't I need something beneath these? Panties, a bra?" Eyes, rimmed and flecked with golden brown tones within the violet-blue depths, looks up at him in her confusion, her hand pulling the sheet tighter around her forcing the rips she made in it to stretch and pull, showing far more skin then covering.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>24-09-2012, 00:05:35</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Not caring that he was standing there completely in the nude, he seems to be more than happy in his own skin rather than showing any embarrassment.&nbsp; Smiling as she sits up and affixes him with that hungry gaze of hers, the sight of this girl barely covered in ripped sheets before him is starting to have an effect on him again.&nbsp; As she moves to sit and draw those sheets closer around her body, his feet are carrying him just a few steps further towards the edge of the bed.&nbsp; Growing slowly, as he did just have a wonderful orgasm recently, she still would be able to see that his length was not completely flaccid now.&nbsp; As he comes to a halt, his thoughts are slowly running over the day’s events.&nbsp; Somehow, he had become involved in not only a relationship today but also an entire new world.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Shaking his head slowly, he tries to clear thoughts from his mind while his hands slowly offer out the skimpy clothing to her.&nbsp; Not able to fully shake them completely though, a lazy smile touches his lips as the idea of her wrapped up in his arms once again comes to mind.&nbsp; There is just some quality to this woman, some innate desire for him to own and possess her.&nbsp; Not as an object or a pet, but as his mate.&nbsp; Why this all was coming to mind now, he could not place, but yet all of this just felt right to him.&nbsp; Coming back to his senses at her words, the words cause his lips to go from that languid smile to a mischievous grin now.&nbsp; A playful light is in his eyes now as they focus down onto her face.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“No, this is all you will be wearing for now.&nbsp; At least, until we have had a chance to find a nice collar for you, my pet.”&nbsp; After she has taken the clothing from him, his hand gently reaches out to caress her cheek.&nbsp; Leaving his fingers on her skin for a long moment, he seems intent on never letting his scent fade too much from her skin.&nbsp; While the other clothes and random items in the room may have lingering scents of other people and women on them, he wishes for her to only have him on her.&nbsp; Leaning his head down, he pauses close to her lips so that he may teasingly touch his own soft lips against her cheek, right at the little corner of her lips.&nbsp; “Andrea, this feels right to me.&nbsp; I want you to only be mine, and never another's.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>26-09-2012, 07:34:37</strong>
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				With mischief and hunger warring in her gaze, she watches silently as he approaches the bed once more, her eyes easily taking in the fluid ripple of muscle beneath flesh, the quiet grace he shows in his easy gait and the slowly building arousal he so clearly feels inflaming her own. Sleepily rumpled, aroused and still flush from their recent bout of pleasure and passion, she watches him approach, fingers, made deaf by her own absent-minded carelessness, allow the torn and ruined sheet to flutter down her body, gliding past the quickly rising and falling curves of her breasts, threatening to capture and conceal one rosy nipple before continuing down, past the feminine curves of her belly and hips to lay innocently in her lap, covering and giving him tantalizing views of what lay beneath.<br><br>Taking the barely there clothing from his offered hand she can't help but note the easy smile curling Victor's lips as he gazes down on her. Ever a curious animal she can't help but wonder what he is thinking, what could possibly spark such deep thought from him by simply glancing her way? With nagging questions roaring through her mind, she simply allows the clothes to fall into her sheet covered lap, truly focused on the man that so easily captured her attention, mind and body. How does he do it? What is so different between him and any of the dominant males in her former pack? Any different than the Alpha? Nothing? Everything? A delicious mixture of the two? She doesn't know and truly, doesn't care to, not deep in her heart of hearts.<br><br>Just as his presence pulled her from the lack-luster life she had been living into the passionate ecstasy of her submission, his words pull her from her ever chaotic mind, away from the questioning, confused thoughts swamping her, threatening to drown her with her curiosity. Slowly, subtly, a blush spreads across her already flush cheeks, matching and deepening the breathless pinks while a delicate hand, small yet wielding a supernatural strength, touched the slender column of her throat. A collar? Why did that excite her so much? Was that truly any different than the anklet the Queen Bitch wears, proclaiming the Alpha as her mate? Her mind told her no, yet her heart and body screamed there was a difference. Nevertheless, she whispers up to him, a smile playing across her lips, "I can't wait to wear your collar."<br><br>Despite how easily he voice pulls her from the havoc of her mind, her thoughts continue to pull her under time and again, yet his touch... Within seconds after his fingers press to her cheek in a tender and affectionate caress, allowing his scent to wash over her, further soaking into her skin whether he knew it or not, her mind calms. Like a balm, his touch and smell calms her and settles the war zone of her mind&nbsp; until she is ready to melt into him. With hooded eyes, she watches as he bends to press his lips to the corner of her mouth, earning a soft, ragged breath from the young woman, her heart stuttering lightly in her chest. "Victor..." She whispers, her lips curving into a warm and inviting smile, "I don't want to be anyone else's. I'm yours completely and I don't want to mess up or ignore something that feels so right to the both of us."<br><br>As she speaks, she slowly stands until the sheet falls down her toned thighs to pull at her bare feet, her body brushing his gently in an almost blatant seduction before she pulls away to walk past him. Far enough away to stand a little unsteadily on her feet, she slips into the pleated skirt fairly easily, the cloth just a size to small for her curvaceous figure, before wriggling into the blouse, her breasts threatening to&nbsp; burst through the thin lace at any moment, producing a soft whine of uneasy from the back of her throat as she struggles to fix and adjust herself several times before giving up and turning to him, her eyebrows raised and a small vulnerability shining in her eyes as though to ask how she looks.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>27-09-2012, 05:32:48</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Subconsciously straightening his shoulders and back out as he stands before this lovely woman, his chest takes in a little breath to offer more of a ‘manly’ image before her.&nbsp; Not even realizing that he might be grandstanding and trying to show off a bit, something about her made him feel the need to do so.&nbsp; And thus, he stands there for a moment as she takes the clothing from him.&nbsp; Smiling after he has touched her skin, his fingers linger on her for as long as possible before he has to step away slowly.&nbsp; With his hand and scent lingering there, his thoughts once again go inwards as he stares down into her lovely eyes.&nbsp; Thinking just how much he wishes her in his arms, or on her knees before him, his fingers trail down to where her collar will sit around her neck.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Only when she speaks do his eyes focus back into reality.&nbsp; Well, this reality with shapeshifters and who knows what else, he thinks.&nbsp; Smiling widely at her words, his lips brush along her own before his feet pull his body back with a slow step.&nbsp; Landing his foot on the discarded pants from earlier today, he looks down to see the cloth of his slacks slide and crumple under his foot.&nbsp; Yeah, not wearing those right now he thinks.&nbsp; Making certain to not slip and fall, his other foot kicks aside her panties to have them land over near the rest of her clothing that fell to a pile before the shower.&nbsp; Looking to see just what type they were again, his eyes examine the soft cloth for a moment as he thinks about what he will have to get for her.&nbsp; Leggings, boyshorts, lace and satin…all of it, something that he wishes to see on and eventually off of her at a point in the future.&nbsp; Chuckling a little to himself, he turns his head back to her slowly.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Andrea, my pet, I do not think that there is much that could mess us up.”&nbsp; Moving back towards his chest of drawers now, he pulls open the top drawer.&nbsp; Revealing rows of neatly folded and arranged boxers; he hums for a moment before finding a maroon silk pair.&nbsp; Tugging them free of the drawer, he closes it before pulling them slowly on.&nbsp; Turning his head to see just how the lacy top and skirt are fitting her, he has to reach to his crotch now to adjust his hardening length.&nbsp; She looked amazing, with the skirt just barely covering her and her breasts pressing against the tight cloth.&nbsp; Barely able to keep himself from ravishing her then and there, she might feel his gaze on her as his length is pressing upwards to tent his boxers once again.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“You are beautiful.&nbsp; And that you are mine..?”&nbsp; His words trail off slowly as her closes the bit of distance between them.&nbsp; Stepping in behind her, he presses his chest to her back as his manhood nestles nicely between the cleft of her perfectly formed rear.&nbsp; “That only makes you just that much more gorgeous to me.”&nbsp; Slipping his arms around her waist, he smiles while pressing his face into the crook of her neck.&nbsp; Taking in her scent now, he lets it out with a long sigh against her skin.&nbsp; Pressing fingers against her breasts, he easily finds her nipples now.&nbsp; Pinching them lightly, his index finger and thumb roll them back and forth to coax her nipples to attention.&nbsp; “Now think, you will be going into public dressed just like this.”&nbsp; Still pinching and lightly tugging on her nipples, he leans forward enough to press a kiss to her cheek.&nbsp; “My little wolf, I have never seen a more beautiful lady.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Stepping back from her now, he has to once again adjust himself as he pulls open a second drawer.&nbsp; Selecting a pair of pants, he dons them quickly before heading into the bathroom.&nbsp; Putting on a small bit of cologne now, it is just enough to mask the scent of sex on his skin from most people.&nbsp; Top her though, the scent might mix in with his own and the smell of their lovemaking to filter off of him to her nostrils.&nbsp; Finding a shirt, he pulls it over his head now before looking back to see how she is doing.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“My dear, there is one other thing tonight before we leave.”&nbsp; Looking both aroused and pleased at the same time, he moves over towards a small cabinet in one corner of the room.&nbsp; Reaching into it as he continues to speak, he seems to be looking for something.&nbsp; “I wish to see how well you are able to control yourself, as we make our way over to the hotel.&nbsp; So there is one last thing you will be wearing tonight.”&nbsp; Turning around now, his hand pulls forth a small pair of balls from the cabinet.&nbsp; “Well, wearing may not be a proper term…”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>07-10-2012, 06:37:10</strong>
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				Unable to stop the smile that curves her lips, she beams at him in response to his words, a large part of her easily believing his confident tone concerning the inability to mess up something that could be real and long-lasting between them while a smaller section of her still marvels over what had happened in just a few short hours. She still can't believe she had not only captured this wonderful man's attention but that he had managed to bring forth her submission so easily, so readily when she had been so against it for so long. His ability to do so amazed her and the pleasure submitting to him had given her was like nothing she had ever experienced before but it was easily something she could accustom herself to.<br><br>Turning her back to him as he dresses, Andrea gives a slow stretch, blue eyes, now crystal clear in their calm tranquility, close peacefully as her lithe form works beneath the skimpy clothing before squeezing shut all the tighter as he presses to her, a low growl of pleasure as her ears lay back tightly to her skull. Shivering lightly in hungry need, she leans back against him as his words, so sweet and romantic, sends her heart soaring just as he pushes her desire to new heights by his touch. How he manages to steal her breath just by touching her. Even through her clothing she can feel his touch sear her like a living flame, threatening to consume her alive with the passion and need he so easily invokes within her.<br><br>But just like that he is gone, leaving in his wake playful, whispered taunts and a shudder of pleasure at the knowledge that she is his. Turning her head, she watches through lidded eyes full of hunger, while a small smile tugs at full, pink lips. As though he isn't already enough to make her heart race and skin flush with excitement, the simple, almost tame way in which he called her the creature that hides beneath soft pink skin is enough to make her tremble. Never before had anyone thought of the she-wolf as a creature to toy with yet Andrea found she rather enjoyed the idea of being his little wolf.<br><br>Blushing faintly as she watches him adjust his length, a shiver of lust rushing down her spine before she forces herself to turn away. Closing her eyes, she takes a few steps away from him to move to a nearby mirror, her fingers running through her hair idly, brushing out the knots and tangles that had gather in their midnight tresses effortlessly as her ears receded until everything about her appeared human. Only then does she turn her attention back to the man that had so easily captured her so effortlessly in that coffee shop what seems a lifetime ago.<br><br>Nostrils flaring slightly and pupils dilating, her body shudders lightly as his scent, even from across the room, reached her, the cologne he wore mixing intoxicatingly with his natural scent and the slight musky residue of their time together. Trembling, she bites her lip roughly again a low moan of sudden need as her body clenches tightly, making her painfully aware of just how empty she feels and takes a small step towards him. Stilling, she allows her eyes to flutter closed and a gentle shake of her head to clear it from the lustful haze that continuously threatens to sweep her off her feet.<br><br>Slowly, Andrea once more opens her eyes as his voice floats to her and, turning on her heel, she moves to sit on the edge of his now ruined bed, her ankles crossed daintily and her hands gently tugging at the hem of the rather short skirt, a blush faintly spreading across her cheeks as she struggles to maintain a decent pose before her curiosity is snared as he begins searching for something. Straightening her spine in hopes of better seeing what he was searching for, she flashes a faint pout as she is unable to see only for her pout to be replaced a barely there frown as she gazes in confusion at a set of balls. Standing, she pads on silent feet towards him, her oceanic blue eyes alight with curiosity while her blush deepens in understanding. "Victor," she whispers quietly, her voice unsteady with a nervous energy yet breathless with passionate need, "do you... Do you think I'll be able to..." She struggles for a moment to think of the right words, "handle this in public?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>09-10-2012, 00:10:39</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Standing there with the pair of small ben wa balls in his hand, she can see they are made of a cream colored porcelain and connected together by a simple string.&nbsp; Smiling as he takes a small step over towards the edge of the bed where she sits, his eyes look down to meet hers.&nbsp; His gaze is filled with affection and care for her, just as his thoughts cannot believe all of this is happening.&nbsp; Here sits, such a beautiful lady with another side to her that only makes me wish to possess her that much more, he thinks to himself.&nbsp; Coming to stand before her now, his head gives just a small nod to her words.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“It is not a matter of if you will be able to restrain yourself, my wolf.&nbsp; But a matter of, you shall obey my words and meaning.”&nbsp; Leaning down at his waist, he touches a soft kiss of his lips to her temple before whispering against her skin.&nbsp; “You and your wolf are mine, correct?&nbsp; So if I do not allow your wolf out, then the animal inside you shall be a good bitch and listen to me.”&nbsp; There is steel to his words now, as his lips brush along her skin.&nbsp; Only after speaking that does his tone soften, to let his affection and care for her filter back into his words.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Besides, I will be right beside you with your arm tucked into mine the entire way.&nbsp; You can always look to me for support and care.&nbsp; If your arousal becomes too much, and you believe that danger might follow, all you have to do is speak the word ‘Wolf’ to me in some manner.&nbsp; I will find a means of removing them from you, without causing you any discomfort or shame.”&nbsp; Touching his lips to her ear once again, he smiles as he pulls his head back enough to look into her eyes.&nbsp; “I care too much for you Andrea, to truly wish you harmed or thinking yourself less than what you are.&nbsp; A beautiful and wonderful lady, who belongs to me.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Slipping his own leg between hers now, his knee presses against her own as he starts to spread her leg to one side.&nbsp; With her leg being forced to one side, he looks down to watch the tiny skirt ride up her thighs and expose her lips to him.&nbsp; “Now, keep your legs wide.”&nbsp; Using something of an authoritative tone, his eyes never leave hers as he starts to drop down to the floor before her.&nbsp; “And listen to me, my bitch.&nbsp; I understand that you reside within my pet Andrea, but you belong to me as well.&nbsp; And you shall not cause her any trouble on the way to the hotel.”&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>12-10-2012, 00:54:11</strong>
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				Plopping back down onto the bed, she looks up to Victor with a small, worried expression flirting across her features. Large blue eyes, although still flecked with the wildness of the beast beneath her tender flesh brought on by the lust he so easily sparks within her, looks up to him with trust in their depths. Despite whatever logic may tell her to be weary of this man, this human, her heart and soul cries out with the knowledge that she can put herself safely in his hands and come away from whatever situation intact. Looking into his eyes for one more moment before the compliant she-wolf demands she turn her gaze away, Andrea catches the steely resolve within him easily, a determination that soothed her rattled nerves and causes her mind to put her trust into the dominant personality with little struggle.<br><br>Andrea's eyes flutter from his to the seemingly delicate ben wa balls in his grasp, her lip caught between one lightly pointed canine before she slowly closes her eyes at his tender kiss, her body leaning into his until she can easily nuzzle into the crook of his neck, a soft growl rumbling through her chest as their scents mixed. For all intents and purposes one may almost guess she's ignoring his words, letting them roll from her to drop away calmly as she continues to kiss and caress across his collarbone. Yet every fiber of her being is tuned to his voice, her body tightening and recoiling at the harsh tone he briefly take to such a slight degree he wouldn't have known had she not pressed herself to him, only to relax and increase her affectionate touches as his words soften, her body melting against his until every bit of her lays pliant, heated silk awaiting his touch.<br><br>While his words wrap around the woman before him, the dark furred creature beneath her tender flesh lifts her muzzle and gives a soft whine before slowly sinking to the ground. Where Andrea had tensed at his hard tone, her wolf's submissive nature kicked in, her ears pricking forward to catch every word. Woman and wolf are determined to make him proud of her self-control at whatever the cost.<br><br>With her heart thudding almost painfully at her rib cage, Andrea smiles tenderly at Victor as he continues to speak to her, her hand coming up to gently brush her fingers through his hair, her forehead gently touching his as oceanic blue eyes rise to his. "Oh, Victor," she whispers softly to him, her pleasure at his words clear in her voice. "Thank you," brushing her lips to his cheek she pulls away gently, wishing she could express the gratitude she feels towards him. He truly is an amazing man, one she finds herself luckier and luckier to be given the chance to be apart of his life. Again she presses another kiss to his cheek before complying with his wishes and spreading her legs wider for him, her body already clenching as a rush of liquid desire pools low in her belly causing her soft folds to already grow slick with her need.<br><br>Trembling, heated and once more aroused, even her wolf begins a soft whimper as need hits them hard before the she-wolf snaps to attention, ears drawn back tightly to her skull and body quivering as Victor spoke, this time directly to the slightly agitated creature. A whimper bubbles from Andrea's throat as he speaks to her, a soft recognition of the ownership he has over both sides of the female, before it dies away just as quickly as it starts. Looking up at him, full lips lightly parted, a flush stemmed from desire spreading prettily across her features and her eyes gently hooded in her need, a shadow flickers across her features. Something dark, primal in its wild nature. The wolf shown through her eyes in a silent confirmation that she heard what he said and she would comply.<br><br>As the shadow of what lurks beneath her skin slowly recedes, Andrea gives him a small smile, shaky fingers rising up to brush her hair from her eyes. "How far is the hotel?" Her voice is soft as she asks, the quiver in her voice matching the gentle shake of her legs as they shift about him, fully conscious of just how high the skirt has risen.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>12-10-2012, 01:53:36</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Placing his fingers on her knees as his own body lowers slowly; his touch against her skin is soft.&nbsp; Though even through that, she can feel the heat of his skin against hers that combines with his own need and aching desire for her.&nbsp; The smell of his arousal is easily picked up again, and should she move her head a little from the crook of his neck her eyes might catch the clear bulge along the front of his pants.&nbsp; Something about her, some quality just has his ardor for her peaked.&nbsp; Finding himself on his knees before her, his fingers slip to her inner thighs and along her smooth skin.&nbsp; Without any hesitation, his head leans in to press a kiss to her slightly damp lips now.&nbsp; With his head pulling back a few inches, his eyes glance upwards now to watch her expression as his fingers lightly dance along the smooth patch of skin above those lips.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“I trust you, my wolf.&nbsp; Both of you.”&nbsp; Speaking softly, he has moved his lips closer towards her damp slit now so that his breath plays out along her sensitive parts.&nbsp; “The hotel is only a few minutes away, if we choose to walk.&nbsp; Hmm, or if the weather is still poor we may take a cab.”&nbsp; Twirling the small balls in his fingers now, he smiles again as his other hand presses against her inner thigh.&nbsp; Keeping her legs parted, his fingers take a hold of one ball.&nbsp; Pressing it against her folds, he parts her lips with the ball to ever so slowly press it into her.&nbsp; Slipping his finger inside of her as he presses it deep, his head leans down to kiss her again.&nbsp; Trailing his lips along the smooth skin above her pussy, they part to now let his tongue leave a line along her skin.&nbsp; With his lips now pressing to the sensitive nub, his tongue passes his lips again to flick across her clit.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Speaking softly against her, his head remains between her legs as his lips send little vibrations along her.&nbsp; “Now, keep yourself calm my pet.&nbsp; I want you to have your orgasm, and keep this form.&nbsp; Do you understand that wolf?”&nbsp; While his words are soft, he manages to combine a tone of caring and firm resolve within them.&nbsp; Now slipping the second ball to her lips, he starts to run it slowly up and down her.&nbsp; Teasing her with the second ball now, his own lips have parted to suck her clit into his mouth. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>14-10-2012, 20:30:45</strong>
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				Trembling lightly in pleasure of just allowing his scent, mixed with the heady aroma of his arousal, Andrea found it to be a struggle to lean back just enough to allow him to kneel between her spread legs. As she leans back a soft moan of pleasure passes her lips, her eyes roaming down the length of his body suggestively, her back arching in clear and obvious need while her hips ground into the mattress beneath her. Nails bite roughly into the torn and frayed sheets, tugging as she struggles to ground herself despite the gentle caress of soft fingers and lips. On a gasp, her head falls back in desperate need and her hips arc hungrily, struggling to press her aching flesh where she needs him the most. With lips lightly parted and a flush staining her cheeks, she watches through lustful, lidded eyes while her body rises and falls in careless attempts at release.<br><br>Closing her eyes, she smiles gently at his words while allowing her worries about the upcoming challenge fade. She trusts him completely and because of his promise to remain at her side as they made their way to the hotel, she can allow herself the luxury of relaxing into the pleasure and gentle teasing he causes her. Shifting lightly on the bed, Andrea once more opens her eyes to tell him so before the breath leaves her lungs in a soft moan of pleasure as one ball is slowly inserted. With little stopping it, the smooth, porcelain ball rubbed along her walls, heightening her senses pleasurably leaving her hips trembling as he forces it deeper with the aide of his finger, her body clenching at the digit hungrily, reluctant to let go. Her body lightly quivers beneath his touch, her hips rising and falling with a hunger and need experienced equally by both halves of her and before she can stop herself a soft plea for more fell softly from her lips to echo throughout the room.<br><br>Shuddering, her nails tugging and further ripping at his sheets, she finds it a struggle to relax her body enough to control the urge to shift yet still experience the pleasure of his touch and the ecstasy of the ball within her. She bites her lip roughly, her body now reclining back on the bed and offers a quick, firm nod of her understanding whimpering out a quiet, "yes, Victor," before a new, louder moan is pulled from her throat. Bucking her hips at his gentle teasing, she opens her eyes to look down her body at him, her hips writhing hungrily as her pleasure built and built, tempting her into a climax just out of reach.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>15-10-2012, 10:18:08</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Keeping his lips wrapped around the little nub of her clit, his mouth applies a bit of negative pressure to that sensitive part of her body.&nbsp; As that part of her is pulled further into his mouth, his tongue laps at the tip of her clit with quick little flitting motions of the tip of his tongue.&nbsp; Still lightly teasing her lips with the smooth ball in his fingers, he manages a small sound of pleasure.&nbsp; The sound comes from deep within his chest, but ends up coming out as a slow rumble in his throat and lips.&nbsp; Vibrating her clit within his mouth with the sound, he is trying to tease her with this second ball all the time that his mouth around her is trying to send sensations of pleasure through her body.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Finally his fingers cease the teasing of her lips, as he catches the ball within her tight opening.&nbsp; Pressing it between her lips, his fingers slide the porcelain orb into her slowly.&nbsp; Smiling around the nub of her clit, his tongue gives one last lick to the tip of her before his head pulls back.&nbsp; At first, he continues to suck upon her clit to pull it with his lips as his head moves, but then he lets her sensitive flesh drag through his teeth and out of his mouth.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;With his lips a few inches away from hers now, he speaks while tilting his head to look upwards at her.&nbsp; Pressing the ball deeper into her with two fingers, he wiggles his fingers just enough to add an extra sensation within her as the two balls ‘clink’ together inside of her.&nbsp; “Now bitch, now you may have your orgasm.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>30-10-2012, 07:02:56</strong>
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				Trembling wildly, Andrea's head fell back in pleasure as her body relentlessly searches for the climax that continues to remain just out of reach. Quivering with anticipation of pleasures to come, sharp nails repeatedly shifting back and forth into claws in a delicious agony tugs and rips further into the ruined sheets hanging haphazardly on the bed. The soft sounds of fabric tearing filling the otherwise almost silent room easily while she watches his movements between her splayed thighs, her body clenching almost painfully around the tiny ball in her desperate longing for the release that remains still so far away.<br><br>With her eyes now a bright gold, she watches his movements through lidded eyes as he continued to bring her to that impossibly high brink before pulling away to leave her to teeter on that torturous ledge, her body clenching repeatedly until that alone was enough to make her moan. Giving a hungry arch to her back and trembling wildly, she gives a low whine, her quiet sounds becoming more and more animal with each second of toe-curling pleasure.<br><br>Laying back, her body propped up on her elbows, she growls softly when he pulls back from her, her lithe body near vibrating with the sound and hips bucking hungrily as he pushes the last ball deep within her. Roughly, she bites her lip against a howl of pleasure, her body tightening as she tenses around his fingers and the toys rolling and <em>clinking</em> delicately against each other, struggling to keep the she-wolf down in her subconscious rather than surface like she so desperately wants. Yet with his whispered words ringing in her ears it doesn't take long before she tosses her head back in a low moan of pleasure, her body jerking and eyes flashing from a warm golden brown to their normal deep blue and back again, repeating the color shift until her body eventually relaxes, melting back into the ruined mattress as aftershocks continue to leave her trembling.<br><br>"Victor," she whispers, her voice roughened by her cries of pleasure. A smile plays across her full lips and gentle fingers thread through his hair to trail down the back of his neck, calmly pressing soft, affectionate caresses every where she can as she strives to calm the rapid fire of her heart.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>31-10-2012, 06:05:22</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Smiling softly, the corners of his lips turn upwards to send little creases of enjoyment along his face as he stands now.&nbsp; With her body wracked in pleasure after his teasing and being told to have her orgasm, his eyes flick over to watch her hands.&nbsp; Clearly pleased that she is able to keep control of herself for now, he expresses it with both how he looks at her and the stance of his body.&nbsp; Not trying to pull away in the slightest as she moves upwards to press against his frame.&nbsp; As her fingers slip into his hair now, his fingers move upwards to lightly brush away a bit of the fine sheen of sweat on her brow now.&nbsp; Kissing her skin where his fingers just were, she can feel his heat and need for her in the touch, as if even their thoughts are connected now.&nbsp; Fortunately for him though, he has only his lust to fight rather than a wolf or anything else, and he is able to keep his thoughts mostly clear.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Mmm, Andrea that was perfect.”&nbsp; Slipping his left hand around her hip and to the small of her back, his fingers press against her through the lacy top that he has her wearing to further flatten her against his muscular chest.&nbsp; “Now keep this control for the drive, and when we are in the hotel we will find something to eat.”&nbsp; Chuckling softly, he nods once before touching a soft kiss to her lips.&nbsp; “For some reason, I find that I have worked up an appetite!”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>11-11-2012, 07:27:01</strong>
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				"Hmm I wonder why," she laughs softly, her lips still so close they brush his with each word uttered. With eyes still lidded from the passionate pleasure and the still-strong, near cloying scent of their combined arousal laying just atop the slowly fading perfume of sex and need, she watches him through bright blue eyes, flickers of gold illuminating the irises until they appear to shimmer in the light, a subtle warning that the she-wolf desperately wants out to play. Slowly, reluctant to leave the warmth of his body and all it promises, she pulls herself from him, every inch of her begging to press the lush curves of her body once more against his tall frame, and instead slowly straights to slip past him. Much to her pleasure and horror, each step she makes causes the balls within her aching body to shift and move together, teasing and tormenting her to where she already knows the drive will be agony and a stretch on her dwindling patience.<br><br>Taking a slow, deep breath, she turns to glance at him over her shoulder, bare feet moving soundlessly across the floor of his bedroom until she stood by the door, one hand on the wall next to it and the other gently placed on her hip. "Ready?" She asks, a soft tremor in her voice in response to the teases the toys have already started.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>13-11-2012, 22:20:54</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Only when his little wolf pulls away from him, does Victor let out a bit of a shuddering sigh.&nbsp; It seems that whatever effect he has on her, she is clearly doing the exact same to him as his hands move towards his waist.&nbsp; Not making any attempt to hide his gestures, his finger tug and pull at his pants now to adjust his hardened length under his clothes.&nbsp; Once he is at least a little bit more comfortable now, he walks back towards where his wallet and keys had been tossed.&nbsp; Er, well he walks to where he thinks they are, but soon bends down to look around for them.&nbsp; With a laugh and a sound of triumph, his hand holds up his keys as his other hand quickly tucks the wallet into his back pocket.&nbsp; With his finger through the key-chain, he twirls it in a small circular arch to where the keys jingle a little and end up tucked into his palm.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Looking around now for his phone, he eventually finds it before tucking it into a pocket.&nbsp; With most of his things gathered, he makes certain to grab the case of his laptop as he heads towards her and the door out of his apartment.&nbsp; It might almost seem as if he was trying to prolong the amount of time that she has to stand there with the balls inside her, as he goes around gathering up his things.&nbsp; When he comes to stand beside her, his head dips down to press a soft kiss to her cheek as his hand reaches for the door.&nbsp; Opening it slowly, his other hand touches the small of her back to escort her outside.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Hmm, shall we take the stairs my little wolf?&nbsp; Or would that be too much.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>18-11-2012, 07:46:39</strong>
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				Stopping at his bedroom door, Andrea takes a brief second to slip on the sneakers she had blindly tossed aside in her lustful haze previously, vivid golden brown swirling in a sea of baby blue once more took in Victor's bedroom. In her mind she traces the path they had taken as they worked their way through his room previously. Clothes still crumpled and forgotten leading to the luxurious master bathroom to the left of the door where condensation from their heated shower still clung to the walls. From there she can see where their towels had fallen carelessly to the floor before the large, now ruined bed standing proudly in the middle of the room reminding her more of a war zone than of the almost intimidating presence it had thrown off when she had originally walked into the room. Feeling her cheeks heat as she remembered the feel of bodies pressed together, heated breath and arousing words whispered into her ear, it was enough to leave her trembling with need all over again.<br><br>Taking a deep breath, which merely increases her desires as their mingled scents wrap around her, she quickly exits his room, her stride stiff rather than its fluid grace as she struggles to remain calm as the porcelain orbs delicately collide within her. Pausing as she once more passes the wooden door smelling so strongly of worn leather and faded arousal, she stops to stare at the closed door for a brief moment, her head tilted to send dark tresses cascading over one slim shoulder as her own curiosity mixed with the naturally inquiring mind of the she-wolf giving her an almost over-powering urge to open the door. <br><br>With a frown, she once more turns on her heel to continue onward into the living room where the apartment's entrance remained still closed and locked. Gently, she brushes her hair from her eyes and turns to lean against the door frame, her eyes quickly finding the profile of the man who made her heart race with new found excitement and the creature beneath her skin crave to submit. She tilts her head back to brush the dark wood behind her as watches him through lustful, lidded eyes, brushing the length of his body discretely and giving a low sound in the back of her throat in her pleasure of what she found. She hardly needs to scent the air to know how aroused he is, her wolf near preening with pride in knowing her affect on him.<br><br>Crossing her arms at her waist, she merely continues to watch him as he moves about his home, gathering his things and fascinating her all the more. A human... A<strong> human</strong> to have such clear control, to remain so relaxed in the presence of a creature straight out of a Stephen King novel, to hold her body, mind and soul so easily. Everything about him astounds her and a part of her wonders just what he would be like with the same creature as she beneath the skin she had so recently kissed and caressed.<br><br><em>Magnificent.</em> It is the first word that comes to mind and, as Andrea reflects on the what ifs, she can't help but agree. Strong muscles working beneath dark fur, silent paws barely touching the cold ground, without a doubt of her mind she knows he would hold an Alpha's position.<br><br>So lost in her thoughts, it isn't until the door beside her is opened does she jerk into reality, eyes flashing up to him in confusion before the gentle weight of his palm guiding her snaps her back to the here and now. Smiling up at him, she stands on her toes to brush a sweet kiss across the side of his jaw, the tips of her eyelashes brushes his cheek delicately before she pulls away, her body trembling at the simple contact of his hand at her lower back. <em>Good god, girl. You're over your head with this man,</em> yet as they walk she can't find herself able to care.<br><br>Standing at the top of the stairs, Andrea snuggles into his side gently, fitting perfectly into the crook of his arm as though she were made to. "I..." She starts, shifting her weight and shivering against his larger frame as the balls 'clink' delicately together. "I think I can handle the stairs," she softly tells him, her eyes gleaming with more than arousal now. Trust shining clearly through them before she ducks her head to press a kiss to his chest gently.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>20-11-2012, 22:21:48</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Stepping carefully around the clothing and other things that were tossed to the floor in their seemingly mad dash to the bedroom, his own thoughts are going over all that has happened today.&nbsp; This lady, this wonderful lady that his hand is now touching and now she belongs to him.&nbsp; Earlier he had not even thought that a date would be coming for a while, and now he is a full on relationship.&nbsp; Shivering a little at the thought of it all, his hand rests on the small of her back as they make their way into the hallway.&nbsp; Turning a little to place the key into the door, he quickly locks it with a turn and soft click of the inner mechanisms.&nbsp; As he pulls the key free from the knob, his face looks back towards her with a tender and affectionate smile.&nbsp; As his hand upon her back pulls her closer against his body, he seems to not care in the slightest if anyone else may be in the hallway as he leans down to press a soft touch of his lips to hers.&nbsp; Trying to mold her body against his by pressing her against him, his other hand slips a finger through the keychain to loop them around and into his palm.&nbsp; Then his hand lifts up to touch a finger to her cheek as his head pulls away slowly.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“You are beautiful, my little wolf.”&nbsp; Giving her just a small nod then, his hand slips underneath the fabric of that lacy top now, so his fingertips may brush along the heated skin of her back.&nbsp; As he comes into contact with her now, there is the smallest of jolts between the two of them.&nbsp; Looking towards that jolt, his brow perks upwards a small bit as they make their way to the stairs.&nbsp; Once again he opens the door for her, and steps into the stairwell behind her.&nbsp; “Hmm, is it common to feel that with your kind?&nbsp; Or is that something just with us?”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Shaking his head slowly now, he offers her a smile as his hand reluctantly pulls away from her.&nbsp; Walking down the steps would be difficult enough for her he thinks to himself, let alone with someone touching.&nbsp; So his hand moves in front of him to motion her to walk ahead of him, before he starts to take the stairs slowly.&nbsp; With her in front of him, he keeps an eye on her to make certain she is walking well as his hand pulls out his cellphone.&nbsp; Sending a text to a cab company, he arranges for the taxi to meet them outside in a few minutes.&nbsp; For now though, he smiles and leans out to place a hand on her shoulder as they reach a landing in the stairwell.&nbsp; “One moment, my dear.”&nbsp; Turning her around with his hand, he presses himself against her to force her against the wall as his lips come into contact with hers once again.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>21-11-2012, 01:06:18</strong>
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				So stiff was her posture as she walks with him that when he turns to pull her into the circle of his arms she nearly jumps from her skin, her nerves afire with the need that coils low in her belly. Yet with the soft brush of his lips upon her own, she melts into his sturdy frame, long eyelashes sweeping across soft skin when her eyes flutter closed, her body instinctively moving against his own both as an incitement for him to continue and a subtle way for her wolf to re-acquaint herself with her Alpha's scent. A faint touch was all that is needed to make both the she-wolf and the woman before him shiver with pleasure, nuzzle into him eagerly and look up at him with a longing need. Flashing him a small, playful pout when he pulls back from their kiss, Andrea's eyes sparkle with light and laughter, her body completely at ease as she relaxes against him. She turns her head just enough to press a soft kiss to the center of his palm, her lips warm and soft against his hand only to be replaced by her cheek as she nuzzles back into his touch.<br><br>A blush, faint and delicate, stains her cheeks in response to his kind words but just as she moves to press a gentle kiss to his chin, fully intending on thanking him for such a compliment, a shock of what feels like electricity sparks through her making her gasp and pull back from him, forcing the small of her back harder against his fingers. She frowns in confusion, her heart racing at a break-neck speed while her pupils dilate, showing him just a flash of the creature within her as the she-wolf tosses back her head in a drawn-out howl, a streak of belonging slicing through Andrea's very soul leaving her breath ragged and a shudder racing through her.<br><br>Lost in her thoughts it was only the sound of his voice that roused her from her musings. She blinks up for a moment in confusion, her brain still piecing together what he said only to shake her head. "I... I don't know. That's never happened to me before. It's possible that was something to do with me but I don't..." A frown tugs at her lips. Distantly, as though the memory had laid buried for years, she could remember her mother telling her about a strong bond between a mated pair but that couldn't have been it. <em>Right?</em> In reply, the she-wolf merely scoffed and curled up, golden brown eyes flashing with amusement, yet at Andrea's uncertainty or the thought of a mating between a human and a werewolf it was impossible to say.<br><br>With a laugh, she gives a small shrug before taking a small breath and slowly beginning the torturous walk down the stairs, each step causing her senses to come alive, the balls moving together to rub against her sensitive flesh until, when she finally reached the first landing, she groans as much from the pleasure and exhausting tease of the situation as from the knowledge there still remained two more landings before the bottom of the stairs could be seen. Pausing to calm herself for the next flight of stairs, she barely moves to take the next step when his hand on her shoulder pulls her to him. Her body barely turns before her shoulder blades his the wall behind her and her lips are claimed in a hungry kiss. Shock stills her for just a moment before quick hands hold him tightly to her, her hips arching away from the cold wall to grind against his own, her nails trailing up his back slowly while she moans against his lips, her need making it impossible to do anything but whimper his name against his lips and hold on against the pleasure of his skin against hers.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>04-12-2012, 20:15:04</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As one hand moves up beside her head to press against the wall, his arm forms something of a barrier to keep her from moving.&nbsp; Not as if he really needed to prevent her from such, he thought as his right hand now slides from around her back to touch her hip.&nbsp; This wolf, this lady is mine.&nbsp; The thought is simple but something about it almost springs forth from within, as if the thought was not entirely his own.&nbsp; There is a strength to the thought as well, as his fingers slip lower on her body now and caress down the curve of her hip.&nbsp; With her skirt being so short, his fingers are soon touching her bare skin before moving upwards and under the skirt.&nbsp; Remaining on the outside of her leg the entire time, the smooth skin of his fingertips trail up her thigh; leaving tingling and nearly electric trails in their wake.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Something is happening, I don’t know what, but something.&nbsp; I can’t bring myself to stop touching you, and when I do…”&nbsp; There is another small sensation as his lips touch hers in a light and loving kiss.&nbsp; “That happens.&nbsp; You have not heard of anything happening when one of your kind meets their Master?&nbsp; Is this some sort of…acclimation period?&nbsp; Will this continue?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>17-12-2012, 06:50:59</strong>
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				"I..." Andrea stumbles, her heart catching at the base of her throat as his touch sends jolts of lightning racing through her veins, igniting every nerve ending until she feels alive beneath his touch, her skin begging him for more. Just the gentle, guiding pressure of his hand on her back is enough to make her mouth dry and her body shiver with unexpressed need and pleasure. The weight of his gaze alone is enough to make the she-wolf toss back her head and sing for him but to add the intense rush, the spark of electricity to pass between them, igniting her soul as they do, it is too much...<br><br>Closing her eyes, crystalline blue save for the animal-like sheen that flares when the light hits their oceanic depths just right, she struggles desperately to think through the haze of desire he creates so easily within her. Stories and legends run rampant through her thoughts yet not one helps her. "I don't know," she finally gasps out, shaking her head as though to clear the fog in her brain. "I just don't know. I don't know of anything like this happening before, at least not between a <em>human</em> and a werewolf. Intimate interaction between the two is prohibited, especially between our females and male humans. Our... Our women are too closely monitored, promised to their mates at their birth in an effort to increase population... I don't think... There's no real records of one of us ever leaving the pack let alone finding a Master in a human..."<br><br>By the time she finishes talking, her head is once again spinning and her back is arched to brush her lithe body against his. Her gaze, hooded with need, remains lowered while her hands reach out to splay across his chest and stomach. A small, pink tongue darting out to wet her bottom lip as vivid images of them once more on the ruined bed, hearts thudding, bodies grinding, breath labored. Sweat and arousal still clung to their bodies causing Andrea to become further affected as she stands, leaning against the wall behind her for support, unsure whether to fall to his feet in a pile of melted, heated female flesh or sink to her knees and beg him to take her right there on the landing, uncaring of any who may pass them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>22-12-2012, 09:19:53</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Still keeping his hand on the soft curve of her hip, she can feel the small current between them spike and eventually fade off.&nbsp; It is as if there is a spark between them, but under prolonged contact it settles into a current of energy that flows back and forth between their bodies.&nbsp; Noticing this as well, his hand remains against her as his head turns slowly to look downwards.&nbsp; Having to tear his eyes away from hers in the process, he glances towards the feeling in his fingers as they touch her skin.&nbsp; Finally though, his head lifts back upwards and his eyes meet hers again.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Forbidden?&nbsp; Prohibited?”&nbsp; Tilting his head slightly to the side, he looks almost concerned for a very brief moment before his lips turn upwards into a bit of a smile.&nbsp; Turning his body as well now, the hand that had been held against the wall falls to his side as his hand on her hip moves to the small of her back.&nbsp; Pressing lightly against her to have her start walking once again towards the stairs.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Is this to say, I will have to worry about someone from you…hm.&nbsp; Family?&nbsp; I think that is the best way to put it?&nbsp; Will I have to worry about someone from your family coming to find you, and becoming a bit angry and finding that you now belong to me?”&nbsp; Leaning over as he speaks, he touches a soft kiss to her cheek as he whispers.&nbsp; “And very unwilling to ever let you go.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Forcing his own arousal to leave his mind for a few moments, the temptation to take this lady here was almost too much.&nbsp; The smell of her arousal, mixed with the primal scent of her skin is a heady mixture that wafts off of her and into his nostrils.&nbsp; Exhaling in almost a snort, he shakes his head in a manner that might remind her of a wolf after it gets the scent of a mate he cannot have at the moment.&nbsp; Though in this case, it is simply a matter of not being able to take her at this exact moment.&nbsp; Walking to the stairs slowly, his hand never leaves her back, and he ends up guiding her down the stairs with him before they soon reach the next landing.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Whew, I wasn’t sure if I was going to be able to make it out of the building.&nbsp; You are almost too much of a temptation.”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>27-12-2012, 23:38:38</strong>
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				With hooded eyes she watches him, her heart racing and her body quivering with absolute need. Hands trace along his chest, feeling the lean muscle beneath his shirt, tracing the collar and slipping just over the fabric to finally feel flesh. Curling about his neck, she holds on tight and nuzzles just beneath his jaw, her body fitting against his easily as though she were specifically made to fit in his arms, her body seeming to have been formed to melt against his own and her husky voice made to cry out for him in the midst of passionate fever. Glancing up at him, the brunette lay her forehead to the side of his jaw and trembled against his sturdy frame, giving a tiny gasp of as the electricity between them curled about her body to die down to a low buzz beneath her skin.<br><br>It is only when he physically turns her back towards the stairs, a guiding hand on the small of her back leading her onward does she pull away from him, a soft lonely whine bubbling in her throat before she silences herself to listen to what he says. Quietly she laughs, “I suppose you can like the pack to a family. I mean it functions much like one, but will someone come after me?” Her laughter dies and a small frown crosses her lips. It was possible someone could come looking for her, promised to the Alpha as she was she can’t imagine him letting her go so easily. Yet no one knows where she is…<br><br>“It is possible that someone may come looking, but the chances of them finding either of us is slim to none. No one knows where I am and Seattle is far from small, for even the most skilled of our trackers it would be close to impossible to locating us.” She spoke with confidence yet some doubt continued to grate at her nerves making her uneasy.<br><br>So lost in her own thoughts it isn’t until he guides her down the stairs does she once more recognize her arousal, a soft whimper tarring its way from the depths of her being to give voice to the aching need within her. Each step is a torment, each stair increasing her arousal until her knees became weak and her pace faltering. The she-wolf howls and for a moment, the young woman thinks he may have heard her for his head shook to rid himself of the temptation she creates as she presses her body against his. Finally at the bottom step she whimpers, her fingers curling in his shirt to pull him closer while her body shudders against his. “Victor,” she whispers, raising to her toes to brush her lips against his neck, hoping to tempt him into giving more than the teasing the ben wa balls afforded her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>02-01-2013, 02:31:56</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Each touch of her fingers, either through cloth or directly to his skin, sends little trails of electric fire along him.&nbsp; Leaving long lasting feelings along him, his eyes close as she tries to tease and tempt him in return.&nbsp; With his thoughts turning inwards now, he has to shake the fog and haze of lust that has come over his mind now.&nbsp; But with that gone, his thoughts move on to think about just what might happen should some of her ‘family’ might come looking for her.&nbsp; A little shudder starts at the base of his spine, before spreading up his back and finally stopping after making his shoulders move a slight bit.&nbsp; A werewolf, a large Gods know how big werewolf, chasing after her and I am in the way…&nbsp; The thought crosses his mind, before a calming and almost soothing sensation comes from somewhere deep within him.&nbsp; That is something to deal with later, and even should it happen.&nbsp; I know I am able to deal with whatever may happen.&nbsp; This lady is mine, and will be forever always.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Blinking as his thoughts are once again torn to the present, he looks over towards her as that sweetly seductive sound of her voice says his name.&nbsp; With the corners of his lips turning upwards, his voice turns to a low rumbling purr as his grip around her waist tightens to have his body nearly mold around hers in a protective embrace.&nbsp; “No member of your ‘family’ will ever be able to take you from me.&nbsp; I am your alpha now, and you my lady.&nbsp; If they decide to take offense to this, then we will find a way to be together.&nbsp; With our without their consent.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Stepping forward towards the door now, his hand turns the handle as his other arm remains tightly around her.&nbsp; Tugging her along to force her to walk, thus causing those small teasing balls within her to move and shift, he opens the door for them both.&nbsp; Leading into the small foyer area of the apartment complex, the two of them can see that outside the weather has once again taken a turn for the worse.&nbsp; While not the sheets of rain that had been coming down earlier, the skies have opened to provide a steady and soaking rain.&nbsp; As a car passes by the building, they can see the lights of the car reflected off the slick streets to reveal a glimpse of a figure standing across the street.&nbsp; With how fast the lights pass and the darkness returning afterwards, all that is seen of the figure is a fleeting glimpse.&nbsp; And when the next car drives by a few moments later, there is no sight of anyone on the streets.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Walking forward and through the foyer of the apartment complex, Victor is tugging her along with him as he makes his way to the door.&nbsp; Waiting at the curb is a traditional looking yellow cab, with the driver looking a bit impatient as he sits behind the wheel.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Our ride, shall we my wolf?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>08-01-2013, 20:38:56</strong>
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				With her body flush to his and still in the haven of his arms, she stumbles after him as they walk toward the door, her mind on his words. He is completely right and she is fully aware of it. She is completely his and she knows almost instinctively that her Alpha won't let her go easily, however, she can't help but question what they would be able to do; should anyone of the pack's enforcers come after them there was little that could be done and the young woman knows it. Fear for him is driven like an icicle into her belly, spreading a chilling cold throughout her to lay just beneath her soft skin making her forget momentarily the heated arousal that had spread between her aching thighs.<br><br>So caught up in her own thoughts, she jerks in surprise when the door opens and her head rises in surprise at having so easily made it down the stairs. Smiling gently, she stops long enough to press a kiss to his cheek before she is moved along, her body instantly tightening around the balls causing a gasp to part her lips. Trembling, once more feeling the slow rolling of the porcelain balls and the clicking they made as they collide again and again, she follows him through the empty lobby and peers out at the rainy skies above making a face. Seattle: Home of the original Starbucks, the chilly Puget Sound and miserable weather.<br><br>Slipping one arm around his waist, she uses her hold to steady herself, taking the time to nuzzle against his chest and snuggle tighter to his side near missing the lone figure across the street, highlighted by the headlights of a passing car. Looking up, she frowns and steps out the door with her Alpha, her arm tightening around his waist, fingers automatically slipping beneath the hem of his shirt to brush her fingertips against his side, shivering as an electric pulse wound through her. Yet just as they slip out into the rain, the figure is gone and she is turned and led towards the awaiting taxi.<br><br>Quickly she forced the figure from her mind, shrugging it off casually and grins, her blue eyes flecked gold with the hungry need of the she-wolf. Raising on her toes, she nips his ear gently, pausing long enough to press her body tightly against his own and mumble, "if it means I can be alone with you quicker? Definitely." With that, she laughs and turns back towards the cab, slipping from his arms playfully.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>18-01-2013, 02:35:41</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Laughing softly as she slips from him and makes her way towards the cab, the sound is almost drowned out by the softly falling rain around them.&nbsp; However his low rumbling laugh can be heard as he escorts her towards the door.&nbsp; Outside the rain falls against both the side of the building in addition to the street and sidewalk, giving a wet look to the world as the rain slicked surfaces reflect the lights of passing cars.&nbsp; As he leads her closer towards the door to the sidewalk outside, his arm around her waist tightens a bit so that her frame is pressed against his side.&nbsp; Turning his head as he pulls her close, he presses a soft kiss to her temple to present the world with the image of just another loving couple that are heading out into the rain.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;With his hand pressing the door open, he allows her to head through the door first and under the small awning that is in front of his apartment building.&nbsp; The scent of rain as it mixes with the exhaust from cars and the oils from the road are the first things to hit their nostrils, but beyond that there is the scent of a nearby restaurant sending wonderful smells of breads and sweets that linger on the air.&nbsp; As his nostrils flare a little, she might half hear his stomach rumble a little from a touch of hunger.&nbsp; Of course, given the energy that they have expended this day, it really is little surprise that he might be feeling the need for a snack so soon.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Slipping free from her after stepping under the awning as well, he hunches his shoulders in anticipation for the rain to come.&nbsp; Heading out from under the protection the slanted cover above offers, he rushes over to the side of the cab.&nbsp; Stepping lightly and quickly, he is making certain to not slip or fall on the sidewalk, but yet he crosses the distance quickly.&nbsp; Reaching the side of the cab, his hand slips once on the handle to the door before catching his fingers under it.&nbsp; Lifting upwards on the handle then, he pulls the door open as his other hand now waves her over.&nbsp; Standing in the rain, he waits for her to come along and into the cab before sliding into the seat beside her as the door thunks shut behind them both.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>29-01-2013, 00:31:20</strong>
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				With a lightness to her step that reveals the graceful creature she truly is, Andrea rushes from the overhanging canopy, weaving from the scant few people that still dared to brave the downpour to stand by his side. Slyly she slips her hand beneath his shirt to tease her nails across his belly, raising to her toes to brush her lips against his jaw as she playfully whispers against his skin, “and here I was beginning to think you only hungered for one thing.” A smirk tugging at her lips, she slips herself into the cab and slides over to the other side to allow her companion to settle in next to her.<br><br>Tilting her head down slightly, she runs her fingers through her hair, shaking out the thick, dark tresses until they covered her face. Giving a quiet grumble about the lack of a brush, the young woman flips her hair back over her shoulder before leaning back into her seat only to cross her arms firmly across her chest, blushing wildly. Having paid little attention to the clothes she had donned back in the apartment as they walked down the stairs Andrea now realizes just how revealing her clothing was. Due to the down pour, the thin white lace nearly show clear and see-through showing off the ample swell of her breasts, the tight, aroused peaks of her nipples and the slim belly just above the skirt’s hem. Crossing her legs tightly, she tugged the plaid material further down in hopes of covering more of her bare thighs before simply snuggling close to her Alpha’s side where her lips could tease just beneath his jaw.<br><br>“Maybe we can order room service from the hotel?” She whispers quietly, her blue eyes now predominantly the golden-brown they were when she was lost to their pleasure and lustful desires. Need had her in its grip and the only thing that kept her from throwing herself into Victor’s arms was the grey eyes of the cabbie flickering upwards to watch them in his rearview mirror.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>29-01-2013, 06:51:04</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Sliding in beside her, he is a bit damp from the rain as the door thunks shut behind him.&nbsp; The sound is muffled slightly from the weather, but still the man driving the cab looks into the rear view mirror the moment he hears the door close.&nbsp; Asking first where to, his eyes then linger in the mirror as he notices such a beautiful lady in that outfit.&nbsp; The driver’s eyes do very much linger on her chest, as with the rain the previously teasing shirt is now pretty much see through at this point.&nbsp; After settling in to his seat, Victor looks forward to the front of the cab.&nbsp; Noticing just where the driver’s eyes are as he speaks the address of the hotel he knew of, his arm slides around his lady’s shoulders.&nbsp; Tugging her against his side as she snuggles into him, his other hand reaches over to tug lightly at her arm.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Leaning his head down as his fingers tug on her arm, his voice is low in her ear.&nbsp; “Move your arms my little wolf.”&nbsp; The words are a rumbling low sound into her ear, with his tone giving no indication for any tolerance for disobeying them.&nbsp; Sliding his fingers down her arm as he tugs her arm away from her chest, his fingers find their way across her palm and in between her own fingers.&nbsp; Trying his best to expose her slightly wet chest, the two of them can feel the car shift into gear and pull out onto the street.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Clearly using the rain as an excuse for driving slow, anyone who knows a thing about cab drivers could tell that he was using this as a chance to milk the clock a bit.&nbsp; And of course, the driver is taking every chance he can get to look into the rear view mirror in hopes of glimpsing her lovely chest.&nbsp; Looking into the mirror himself, Victor even catches the other man staring at his lady’s chest, which causes the driver to focus on the road for a moment.&nbsp; Chuckling low, her Alpha beside her touches a soft kiss to her ear as his lips murmur a soft whisper to her.&nbsp; “You are so beautiful, that even the driver is unable to keep his eyes off you.&nbsp; Spread your legs, just a little my little wolf, I want to see his expression when he notices.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>07-02-2013, 20:33:17</strong>
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				A quiet whimper bubbles up at the back of her throat and slowly expands outwards as he tugs at her arm, his voice a low command she can't ignore causing her arm to drop immediately. Trembling gently in his arms, she looks up at him with wide, surprised eyes before ducking her head just a tiny bit as the cab starts to move. Slowly, the driver winds his way through the busy city streets, barely going half the speed limit as a fresh downpour starts up, the rain splattering on the car's hood and roof with sharp, repetitive metallic dings, the sounds coming just as quickly as the pounding of her heart in her chest.<br><br>Leaning into his delicate kiss she clenches her thighs shut all the tighter as a new wave of arousal struck her. If the porcelain balls aren't bad enough the car's movements as they lumber through the city streets send vibrations straight up to her bare folds making it difficult to not arch and moan for more. His whispered words and subtle motions to expose her only heightened her desire. Yet still, when he tells her to spread her thighs to show the cabbie what lay beneath the short skirt she wears she still blushes fiercely.<br><br>Gripping his knee tightly her eyes - flecked with far more gold than there were when they walked through the building - rose to meet his, holding his stare for several moments as her legs opened just enough to catch a glimpse of her soft, slick folds. Swallowing thickly, she closes her eyes and tilts her head to lay her forehead on his shoulder, her body strumming with energy while the she-wolf howls for relief. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>13-02-2013, 23:07:58</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The rain hitting the window and roof of the cab intensifies for a brief moment as they pass an intersecting street.&nbsp; The row of buildings formed a perfect wind tunnel, and the gust of wind surges forth to cause their cab to lurch a little towards the opposite lane.&nbsp; Thankfully the cab driver has enough presence of mind to keep a firm grip on the wheel, and tears his eyes away from the rear view mirror and back to the road.&nbsp; Trying his best to focus on driving as the beautiful lady behind him is slightly on view, he still has to glance up to the mirror at times to look back at her.&nbsp; With the rain coming down in sheets now, the street lamps are even muted and only give off a faint yellow glow.&nbsp; With it being so dark, the two passengers in the cab are shrouded in shadows and only illuminated with the rare passing of another car.&nbsp; Still though, the headlights of a passing vehicle is enough to shed light into the back seat so the driver can catch a glimpse of her poking through that sheer top of hers.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Laughing low and in his throat, Victor smiles as he watches the cabbie try so desperately to manage both driving and peeking at his lady.&nbsp; Finally though, after a few blocks have passed, his fingers touch her knee.&nbsp; It is a light and flitting little tease of a touch, but by the pressure being placed on the outside of her knee she can feel her Master’s desire to have her legs closed once again.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Can’t have him getting us into a wreck, now can we.”&nbsp; His voice is low and soothing, giving her a thought to cling to as the car hits a pothole in the road.&nbsp; While the rumbling vibrations of the car had been teasing her poor body, this sudden lurch of the taxi cab now has her bouncing once in her seat.&nbsp; The porcelain balls of torment and torture within her move against each other suddenly, and she can nearly feel the ‘click’ of them bumping together.&nbsp; Of course, the two orbs within her slick folds move and even go so far as to shift positions within her, to send wonderful waves radiating out from her core as the car settles back into the familiar hum and vibrations of driving.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Leaning his head over as she rests against his shoulder, his lips touch softly to her skin.&nbsp; Pressing to her temple for a long moment, his arm around her shoulders tightens so that she is nestled protectively against his side.&nbsp; “How is my little wolf holding up?”&nbsp; His words are once again soft, and only meant for her ears.&nbsp; Speaking under the sound of the rain hitting the car, if it were not for his lips so close to her, even she might have missed his words.&nbsp; But even through that, he is conveying a sense of care and concern about her.&nbsp; <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>19-02-2013, 07:35:51</strong>
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				With each lurch and slide of the cab along the slick pavement, she finds it a struggle not to moan and writhe against the mock-leather lining the backseats of the cab. Although stale perfume, cigarette smoke and past remains of arousal still clung to the fabric all she is able to smell is the man sitting next to her.&nbsp; In truth, all she <em>wants</em> to smell is him. He fascinates and compels her in ways she never thought possible. Everything from the soft spoken command he whispered into her ear to the comforting presence he exuded as she snuggles closer to his side calls to both the humane and feral sides of her. Without full thought she turns into him as his low laughter reaches her ears, nuzzling against the expanse of his throat with soft noises in the back of her throat, wordlessly telling of her pleasure as she squirms in her seat.<br><br>Only the touch on her knee brought her from her lustful, pleasured haze enough to quickly clamp her legs closed and pull back from going far deeper than the soft nips she had managed to place just beneath his jaw. Blushing faintly at her own wanton behavior, she ducks beneath Victor’s arm to burrow into his chest, firmly hiding her blush in his jacket and muffling the quiet response she gives just as they drive over the pothole causing whatever she may have said to become lost in a soft squeal. Her nails, turned claws as she fights against the she-wolf’s desires, dig into her Alpha’s shirt for a brief moment making the tiniest of holes at his sides before she manages to wrestle the wolf down with slow, deep breaths. The muscles along her thighs clench tightly, rubbing together beneath the short hem of her skirt in search of friction and she utters a soft whimper just beneath his ear.<br><br>When her head is once more nestled on his shoulder she allows her eyes to briefly slip shut as his lips fell to her temple. Immediately she nuzzles against his cheek in return, leaning into the kiss before slipping closer against him at his urging, her body flush against his in the perfect depiction of a loving couple, lost in a stolen moment together. Biting her bottom lip gently, she opens her eyes to peek up at him from beneath the long, dark length of her eyelashes, the golden hue within far more prominent now with only a single rim of baby blue around her pupils. <br><br>Nevertheless she gives him a slow, easy smile, her heart doing odd somersaults in her chest at care he showed her and once more nuzzled into his cheek, her lips moving against his skin as she speaks. “Your little wolf,” she whispers quietly, her voice a husky welcome to whatever awaits them at the hotel, “wants out.” Andrea nips at his ear, giving a gentle tug, “the things you’re able to do to me should be unlawful, Victor. You’ve barely touched me and all I can think about is finding the nearest bed.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>22-02-2013, 10:05:55</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Even as the cab takes a turn and a bit more pressure is applied to her poor tormented folds from the shifting of the porcelain within her, there is another tease.&nbsp; Another scent to waft across her nostrils and perhaps send her inner wolf into overdrive; the scent of her Master’s arousal as his pants are showing a hint of tightness at the groin.&nbsp; Thankfully the hotel is now in view, and the cab driver is unable to delay their drive any longer.&nbsp; Even still, he waits until the car has come to a full and complete stop in front of the hotel before turning off the meter.&nbsp; As he turns back to look at the couple in the seat, his eyes do leer a little as he takes in the sight of this beautiful lady as she nuzzles and presses against Victor.&nbsp; Speaking loud enough to be a distraction, the driver gives the price of their ride.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Thankful that the hotel chosen has an awning for the driver to pull under, Victor reaches into his pocket to pull out his wallet.&nbsp; Deciding to pay the man in cash, he only tips slightly as he folds the bills and presses them through the slot for the driver.&nbsp; Looking towards Andrea, his eyes are gleaming with a wicked look as his lips come into a light contact with her ear.&nbsp; Whispering, he is trying to have his words unheard by the driver.&nbsp; “Be certain to tip the driver with a wonderful view, my pet.&nbsp; As you leave the cab, of course.”&nbsp; Then tugging on her earlobe with his teeth as he pulls his head back, his hand moves to open the door.&nbsp; Stepping into the night air, he uses the movement of his standing to adjust his length as it presses tightly against the front of his pants.&nbsp; While tucking his wallet back into his pants pocket, he walks slowly towards the front door of the hotel.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Glancing back to see if she complies with his wishes, he smiles and pauses near the door.&nbsp; Though the rain is held at bay by the canopy overhead, the wind is still gusting at times to send an almost mist through the breezeway where the cab is parked.&nbsp; Once she is at the door, his hand wraps around the handle to open the door for his wolf.&nbsp; As she passes, he speaks just loud enough for her to hear.&nbsp; “You are utterly magnificent.”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>28-02-2013, 20:39:26</strong>
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				With his arousal prominent in her nose, the young woman has to struggle with herself not to crawl into his lap right there in the back seat. Every inch of her hums with need until she practically vibrates next to him, jostling his larger figure as she snuggles herself tighter into the warmth of his side. Sun-kissed golden thighs rub together subtly beneath her skirt as memories of his touch assault her until she is positive that if she opens her legs her inner thighs will gleam in evidence of her need. Yet she finds she doesn’t really care about the embarrassment she feels sitting in a shirt that was too tight, a skirt that was too small, without panties or a bra while those wicked balls continue to play havoc within her. Of course, that doesn’t stop a deep blush from spreading across her cheeks and the bridge of her nose as Victor leans close to her after paying the cabbie’s bill, his voice a thick rumble in her ear.<br><br>She whimpers softly as he tugs on her earlobe with his teeth, a shudder running down her spine before she watches with nervous energy as he slips from the car, leaving the door open for her. Swallowing thickly she casts a shy glance to the cab driver whose eyes wrack down her figure, his smile leering and intrusive all at the same time. Blushing wildly she ducks her head and scoots towards the door making sure to spread her thighs wide as she moves to show off slick and trembling flesh. She pauses briefly to make sure he sees before scurrying from the cab, rushing to meet Victor at the door.<br><br>Still blushing, the wind catches her hair as soon as she steps onto the pavement sending the dark strands flying about her face until she is compelled to run her fingers through her hair, pushing it aside. It was strange, a little under a week ago she was still in her parents’ home readying herself for a life with a man she wanted little to do with. Now though? She feels as though she stands on the curb of a new life for herself. She knows there was no going back and, as golden eyes rise to meet his vibrant green gaze, she realizes she has no other desire than to continue forward. Smiling gently, she steps forward place her hand on his chest and rises to her toes to brush a warm kiss along his jaw, his compliment warming her heart.<br><br>“Not at all,” she replies with a small laugh before slipping through the doors, her hand reaching for his to pull him along.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>06-03-2013, 08:38:03</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As the doors open to a nice open foyer and reception area, the first thing that either of them notices is the blast of warm air as it hits them.&nbsp; To the left of the door is a large, ornate looking fire with a roaring gas flame within and pumping out a nice warm breeze.&nbsp; It is a wonderful sensation compared to the nasty and cold rain outside.&nbsp; As he walks in behind her, the door chimes once to let the receptionist know that people have arrived.&nbsp; Looking up from the computer screen, a mousy looking lady of middle age at first has a wide smile on her face to greet the two customers.&nbsp; But as her eyes land on Andrea and the outfit that she is wearing, her smile turns into a forced look while her eyes narrow.&nbsp; As Victor leads his pet up towards the receptionist’s counter, the lady at the computer continues to force a smile as she pulls out a bit of paperwork.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Staying just the night sir?&nbsp; And…<em>madam</em>.”&nbsp; The receptionist strains the last word, letting her displeasure and clear disapproval show even though she has said nothing that may prove troublesome for her later.&nbsp; As she speaks, her fingers are tapping away at the keyboard, bringing up menus so she may see what is available for the night.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Of course.&nbsp; We do not need anything fancy, and we shall be staying a few days.”&nbsp; Chuckling a little as he catches the intonations of the receptionist’s words, he leans against the counter to look past it and to her name-tag.&nbsp; Then propping his elbow onto the counter, his fingers pick up a stray pen and begin to fill out the needed form.&nbsp; “And I am to understand this hotel does offer room service?&nbsp; If you could please find a couple of menus for us.”&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As Victor dips his head to read and fill out the form, the receptionist blanches a little at the idea of this couple staying here for a few days, but knows better than to say anything out loud.&nbsp; Internally though, she is clearly thinking less than flattering thoughts about those who would dare bring a lady of the night into her hotel.&nbsp; But as her fingers come to a halt and the tapping of keys goes silent, she looks up towards Victor with a smug little grin on her face.&nbsp; “I am sorry sir, but it appears that the only room we have for anything more than overnight is a suite.&nbsp; I am more than happy to call…”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Her words are interrupted, as Victor holds up his finger and clears his throat.&nbsp; “The suite will be just fine.”&nbsp; Reaching behind him then, he pulls out his wallet so he may then hand her his wallet and credit card, he then goes back to finishing up the information card.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“O-oh…yes.&nbsp; Of course sir.”&nbsp; Only momentarily caught off guard, the lady then takes the card from him and starts to fill in the information.&nbsp; While looking a bit less than pleased at all of this, she is still professional enough to not say anything that might risk her job at this point in time.&nbsp; The data entry takes a few moments, and as the tapping of keys is heard, Victor’s hand slides over to rest on Andrea’s back.&nbsp; Curling his fingers along the small of her back, he leans over to touch a soft kiss to her cheek for the receptionist to see.&nbsp; Not caring about her response at all, he then flashes the lady behind the counter a wide smile as he takes the key-card and other paperwork from her, along with his license and credit card.&nbsp; Chuckling a little, his hand dips down to pat Andrea’s rear as he murmurs just loud enough for the receptionist to hear.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Come along pet.&nbsp; I am feeling a bit peckish.”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>13-03-2013, 10:00:38</strong>
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				From the moment she steps in to the lavish hotel, Andrea feels out of place. The grand foyer alone oozes professional charm and elegance, a civility and a poise that she doesn’t have. Despite the obvious warmth that radiates from the gas fireplace to her left a shiver makes its way down the length of her spine, making her entire form quiver as she is led to a receptionist desk much to the clear disgust of the mousy woman behind it. Immediately a blush spread across her cheeks as the woman did everything in her power to show her condescension of her without being completely unprofessional. Standing beside Victor, the young brunette finds herself tugging at her clothes, pulling the skirt’s hem down and crossing her arms across her breasts to hide herself from view. <br><br>When Victor cut off the woman to inform her that they would happily take the suite Andrea can’t help but giggle. Biting her bottom lip roughly to silence the sound, she ducks her head and steps behind him, her smaller body hidden from view briefly. The woman’s reaction when he had told her they’d be staying several nights had been priceless but her stutters while she registered them for the suite almost made the disdainful tone and looks in Andrea’s direction worth it. Still nibbling her bottom lip, she allows herself to be pushed forward, her body snuggling against his and tucked securely beneath his arm. While fingers curled at the small of her back, an action that earns a soft growl of pleasure, uttered low enough to be heard only by the man next to her, her head turns into the kiss happily, a whimper arising this time in response to his actions.<br><br>Disgust and disapproval are plain as day across the receptionist’s face and, for a moment, Andrea has to struggle to remain in control, her eyes flashing dangerously and her nails, sharpened to fine little points, dig roughly into her palms. As though it hadn’t been torturous enough to get here, leaving her very sanity hanging on the precipice, this horribly rude individual seems determined to push at her buttons, embarrassing and humiliating her and, now that her abhorrence appears to be at such a high as to clearly display it, Andrea’s anger is quick to surface. She doesn’t need to have any sort of ability to know what the woman was thinking: “<strong>whore… tramp… garbage brought into a respected establishment…</strong>” And with each second spent in that horrid woman’s company Andrea found both woman and she-wolf itching to find release from all the pent up lust and frustration by jumping across the desk and diving, knuckles first, into the middle-aged woman in front of them.<br><br>Andrea, gritting her teeth and pressing her body tighter to Victor as though she can find solace against the warmth of his body, gives the slightest of jumps as his hand falls upon her rear but nods, looking up to meet his gaze with a small, forced smile. Turning, her fingers hooked into the left pocket of his pants, she pulls him along, happily away from the shrew behind the desk and to the elevators down the hall. Although she stumbles here and there as the porcelain moves within her and as she struggles with the creature beneath soft skin to stay down, she manages to make it with no help, a small victory to her wounded pride. Once out of earshot, her frustrated golden gaze transfixed to the numbers above the elevator as they count down to the ground floor, she continues to bristle, grumbling about the wretched woman and her assumptions.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>19-03-2013, 22:26:43</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;After taking the required materials for the room; the key, menus, a small folded pamphlet of information and the like, Victor tucks them under his arm as he makes his way towards the elevator with Andrea in tow.&nbsp; Seeming to sense that she wishes to walk under her own power and ability, he flashes a wide smile over his shoulder to the receptionist’s chagrin.&nbsp; Then watching his lovely wolf walk a few steps in front of him, he can’t help himself as his free hand sneaks forward to ever so lightly pinch one lovely curved cheek of her rear.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“So very beautiful.”&nbsp; His words are meant only for himself, however they come out just loud enough for both her and the older gentleman walking by to hear.&nbsp; Well, that is if the older man could hear the words over the rush of blood in his ears.&nbsp; Staring at Andrea and her outfit, he has the look of a man who is trying so hard to not stare, and yet still look long enough to burn an image of the gorgeous lady there in his mind.&nbsp; Catching the look of the other man as he passes, Victor lets out something of a chuckle as the older gentleman gives a slow nod of appreciation before passing by and heading out of the hotel.&nbsp; Still following Andrea, Victor’s smile has not faded in the slightest as the two of them approach the elevator.&nbsp; As she taps the button to call the elevator cabin to the ground floor, he walks up to stand beside her.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Leaning over just slightly, his voice is a deep purr into her ear as his hand slides across the small of her back to rest on the curve of her hip that is opposite him.&nbsp; “Does it matter what she said?&nbsp; You are no less of a lady to me, no matter what she might have thought.&nbsp; How you are dressed, or even if you are currently in <em>need</em>, it means little to me.&nbsp; You are my wolf, and will be so always.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It is then however that the little chime of the elevator dings and the doors begin to open to reveal an empty cabin.&nbsp; Tugging her along with him, his arm remains around her as he makes his way into the elevator.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“We have the top floor suite, so once the rain and clouds are gone we should have a good view of the night.&nbsp; Hmm…&nbsp; I should ask, are the myths true?&nbsp; About the moon?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>22-03-2013, 21:23:39</strong>
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				<em>Who did that woman think she was? She had absolutely no right…</em> Near barring her teeth in frustration, Andrea digs her nails into her palm and breathes deeply, barely managing to control the impulse to turn on her heel and show the foolish woman the error of her ways. It is that same control that keeps her from turning and lashing out at whoever pinches her rear, instead&nbsp; she looks over her shoulder, stifling a low growl, only to smile a tad apologetically when she realizes who had grabbed at her. Sticking her tongue out at him and putting a subtle sway into her hips, she can’t help feeling her anger slip away replaced by a warmth as his softly spoken words reach her. Dressed as she was with her skin and hair damp from the pouring Seattle rain she didn’t feel beautiful in the slightest but his quiet praise made her feel like a runway model.<br><br>Having already tapped the UP button, she unhooks her fingers from Victor’s pocket and crosses her arms anxiously only to reach out and tap the button again. All she can think about was getting herself and her Alpha away from prying eyes and into the suite simply due to her traitorous thoughts returning to the mind-numbing pleasure she had experienced back in his apartment and the teasing balls clicking distractedly within her. She is nearly bouncing on the balls of her feet, completely oblivious to the world around her only paying a fleetingly polite smile to the older man that passed on his way to the lobby before turning her attention back to the elevator doors. <em>What the hell is taking so long? </em><br><br>Near ready to crawl out of her skin with her impatience, Andrea once again reached forward to tap the button in front of her only to still and give a soft, pleased sigh as Victor sidles up next to her, his hand wandering across her back to her hip causing her to lean into his warmth. Electricity sparks between them and she finds herself nuzzling into the crook of his neck, nipping at his skin just hard enough for him to feel her. Golden eyes slip closed and a shiver races down her spine as he speaks to her, his voice soothing on her frayed nerves. She knows it shouldn’t have bothered her but the sneaky way the receptionist had ostracized her irritated her coupled with the intense state of arousal she had been kept in from the moment they left his bedroom had her emotions running high. She isn’t fully sure if she’d rather climb up Victor’s body to wrap her legs and arms around him or prefer to teach that mousy woman better manners. <br><br>Distracted by her own thoughts, Andrea allows herself to be pulled into the elevator before pressing her body tightly against his own. Her hands rise to his waist, fingertips slipping through the opening of his jacket to slip beneath his shirt and trail along his skin in a slow caress while she rises to her toes to brush her lips along the side of his jaw to nip gently at his chin. “That woman was just rude, she should have been knocked down a few pegs. But you’re right, she doesn’t matter.” Andrea’s body arches ever so slightly and fingertips tease at his hip just above the hem of his pants. “And you should know by now that I’ll be yours for however long you want me,” whether he says it or she does a shiver still manages to slip down her spine just at the simple prospect of being his, simply adding more fuel to the lustful fire that burns brightly within her.<br><br>“The moon? Victor, I think you need to cut back on some of your horror movies,” she giggles softly before nipping at his bottom lip, hoping to tempt him into a kiss before they reached the top floor. “A lot of what is shown in those movies is propaganda. Kind of like how a magician commands your attention over here while the real trick is going on over there, many of us have used folklore to embellish the truth a bit. Let the humans look in one direction while we hide in the other,” she shrugs slightly only to pause for a moment. Glancing up at the roaming digital numbers, she lays her head on his shoulder just as the elevator chimes to let them know they have reached the top. “That doesn’t mean that there isn’t some truth to the legend though. Our emotions tend to run close to the surface during the full moon making the change a bit more… Sudden and difficult to avoid.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>30-03-2013, 22:14:18</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As the sensation of the elevator climbing upwards is felt, his hand on her hip gives just a small little squeeze.&nbsp; Feeling the soft wet cloth that separates his skin from hers, his head inclines at first to keep his lips from hers.&nbsp; Teasing her so as the little ding of the elevator as it passes floors chimes; he finally lowers his head then to allow his lips to touch hers.&nbsp; Smiling into the kiss, he speaks even as she nibbles and nips at his skin.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“She was rude, yes.&nbsp; But in the end, I do not care in the slightest about what she said.&nbsp; I know that you are no simple escort, but you are my wolf.”&nbsp; Chuckling softly, he leans his head in to touch another soft little kiss to her lips as his hand strays down the curve of her hip and along the smooth line of her thigh.&nbsp; Reaching the bottom hem of her tiny skirt, his fingers slip underneath it then to drag his nails in a slow line along her skin.&nbsp; “Or should I say, you are my girlfriend?&nbsp; Mate?&nbsp; Or what is the term for owning one of your kind?”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Seeming as if he was going to speak or tease her more, he is interrupted by the final ding of the elevator as it reaches their floor.&nbsp; With a soft sound the elevator halts and the doors open to reveal yet another hallway.&nbsp; Stepping forward and out of the elevator’s cabin, his fingers trail round her thigh to the little line of where her pert rear and leg meet.&nbsp; Not caring to hide that he is lifting her little skirt upwards in the process, his hand then moves upwards along her skin to palm her beautiful asscheek in his hand.&nbsp; “Come along beautiful.&nbsp; I believe that we may speak more of that in the room.&nbsp; Where we do not have to worry as much about anyone overhearing us.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>07-04-2013, 21:50:51</strong>
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				Unbidden, a light blush dusts her cheeks and nose at the prospect of behind his mate and her heart hammered roughly in her chest. It is possible, with how easily her wolf responds to him, obeying without a murmur of protest yet the thought still sent shivers up her spine. Biting her lip gently, she squirms in his arms as he raises the hem of her pleated skirt to tease his nails along her bared flesh, her body arching and pushing back towards him with an unsatisfied hunger, her gaze hooded as she looks up at him. He completely takes her breath away and captures her attention in such a way that, when the tiny chime overhead goes off and the doors slides open, she hardly notices. She would have happily stayed right where they were, her body pressed against his, his hands on her bare skin and her mind enraptured in feeling.<br><br>Still she steps forward at Victor’s urgings, her body obeying despite the soft whine of protest when he practically flips her skirt up to allow his hand to wander. Exiting the elevator, Andrea finds herself torn between dragging her feet in order to press her svelte frame against his larger figure and fleeing down the hall to their room in order to avoid any prying eyes. She remains in that mindset until they come to the door where he uses the key card to allow them entrance, something that takes far too long in her opinion. Thankfully, while Victor takes his time opening the door, not a single soul passes them and, after he steps aside, she quickly escapes into the privacy of their suite.<br><br>Stepping into the lushly furnished room, Andrea can easily see why the receptionist had been so cool towards her. Walking down the initial hallway that acts as a foyer towards a large living room where a nice, deeply chocolate brown couch faces a fairly wide fireplace. Slowly, trying to ignore the clenching of her body and the she-wolf’s soft whimpers, she walks forward, running her fingers over the back of the couch, taking note of the kitchenette to the left and the hallway on the right holding several closed doors. On the other side of the room, she peers out to the rainy city beyond a window overlooking city streets and the Puget Sound. Slightly to the left, she can just make out the Space Needle out of the corner of her eyes but her gaze remains focused on the ground far below, a frown furrowing her brow in confusion.<br><br>Despite the intense height, she could have sworn that the lone figure standing on the other side of the street from the beautiful hotel was starring directly at her. Her hand comes up to the base of her throat in a protective gesture and the wolf, torn from her intense desire, whimpers, frustrated at the lack of clear visibility due to the rain. Gold eyes flashing with unease, she can feel herself slowly relax as she watches the figure slowly turn away to walk along the street and disappear amongst a throng of people. Only when the figure below is completely gone does she turn away and offer a small, shy smile to her Alpha. “Um I-I don’t really know what you’d be able to call me. The bond between mates is… Instinctive and immediate, stronger than anything imaginable with instincts just as strong, but only after it has been acknowledge by the pack. Before that the relationship between the two is about as normal, I suppose, as a normal human relationship.” Andrea offers a small shrug and smiles, moving towards Victor and purposefully putting that ominous figure out of her mind. “So I suppose you can consider me as either your girlfriend or your mate.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>08-04-2013, 00:51:14</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The small hallway that leads into the room proper is trimmed in nice molding, along with a lush carpet underneath their feet.&nbsp; Muffling their footsteps as the door closes behind them, he pauses there to let her walk on ahead.&nbsp; Smiling as the skirt along her rear still is high enough to show skin underneath, he takes a long moment to watch her as she makes her way into the room proper.&nbsp; Only once he has let out a very content sounding sigh does turn to a closet within the hallway.&nbsp; Opening it to reveal an inset area of storage, he places his laptop and other little things in there.&nbsp; Making certain they are not going to fall or shift in time, he then closes the door to the closet and walks into the room.&nbsp; Taking note of the lush furniture and the layout of the place, he cannot keep the smile off of his face as his thoughts suddenly flash towards all of the little things they will be able to do here.&nbsp; They will have to be careful of the furniture of course, but his pants tighten as his mind delves into just how much fun a place like this can be for the two of them.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As she stands near the window, watching the rain for a moment, one eyebrow on his face perks upwards slightly.&nbsp; Feeling a bit of tension pass through her body, he is crossing the distance between them then.&nbsp; When she turns around, he is only a foot or two away, with his arms open for her and a smile on his face.&nbsp; Not acknowledging that he saw something amiss with her, his eyes show care and a deep lust for her as his arms pull her into a tight hug.&nbsp; Holding her against his chest, he leans down to nuzzle his cheek lightly against her temple and brow as she speaks.&nbsp; Leaving a clear line of his scent on her, it is almost as if he understands that he is leaving his scent on her in a mark of possessiveness.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Hmm, I think that getting this acknowledged by your pack would be…troublesome.”&nbsp; Laughing a bit as he speaks the last word, his fingers creep down her spine and across the small of her back.&nbsp; Reaching the waist of her tiny skirt, his fingers slip underneath it and start to tug it across the curve of her rear.&nbsp; Clearly intending for the skirt on her to fall off and to the ground, his fingers curl towards his palm then to have his nails graze along the soft skin of her rear in the process.&nbsp; “For the time being, I really don’t care what we are called.&nbsp; You are my girlfriend, my wolf, and that is how it is going to stay.”&nbsp; Thinking for a moment, his lips brush along hers in a very soft kiss.&nbsp; “I want to see you in your other form.&nbsp; Will you be able to control yourself?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>16-04-2013, 08:21:46</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Once her body is enveloped in his hug, Andrea automatically feels the tension slip from her petite figure and she finds her arms lifting to wrap snuggly around his waist. Her eyes slip shut and, for a brief moment, she gives herself the chance to enjoy the warmth of another, to feel strong arms surrounding her while his scent hangs on her skin like a second layer. He makes her feel so alive, desired and needed, with just a single glance, to wear his scent in such a clear possessive brand sets the very core of her on fire, calling to both sides of her being. Does he know what he does to her? Can he tell that his fingers, playing so sweetly across her back, leave a trail of fire across her skin, flames licking and throwing more fuel to the hunger he had started within her? The part of her that had never before received male attention prays he is clueless to his effect on her, the rest of her though merely hungers for more.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Distracted by her thoughts and Victor’s wandering hands it isn’t until his nails are trailing across her bare skin that her attention is drawn back to the here-and-now. Goosebumps rising on her naked flesh, she haphazardly kicks aside the tiny scrap that served as her skirt while her fingers curl in the fabric of his shirt, her body warm and soft against his. Feeling a thrill at being named his, she slips her arms around his neck just as his lips brush against her, earning a low whimper in the back of her throat as she returns his kiss. Parting long enough to allow him to speak, the brunette gives a quiet whine before pulling him back down for another kiss, her lips moving against his as she inwardly debates on his request. There is no denying the ben wa balls had completely done their job by enticing and arousing her throughout their trip from his apartment to the hotel’s suite, her teeth are on edge, her upper thighs gleam enticingly with her arousal and the she-wolf mentally paces her frustration away, banging and forcing herself up against the limited self-control Andrea manages to maintain.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Slowly breaking the kiss she nips playfully at his bottom lip before grasping her shirt’s hem and raising it over her head, her body arching and twisting slightly until she is rid of the confining fabric. Tossing it aside, she presses her bare body tightly against Victor’s just as her lips find the intriguing dip at his collarbone before turning away from him, her body shifting as she moves. On all fours, her body low to the ground, Andrea watches him through bright honey gold eyes for a moment, her ears laid back to meld with the dark fur covering a now larger figure. Giving a quiet sound in the back of her throat, she raises her body up just enough to no longer be crouching and brushes up against him, her head reaching his hips without standing upright.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>25-04-2013, 07:16:10</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Even knowing that her body would have to move away from his, his arms wrap back around her now nude frame as she nestles into his body slowly.&nbsp; Letting out a low murr of pleasure as her lips find the little spot at his neck, his fingers splay out widely to cover as much of her smooth and wonderful skin as he may.&nbsp; Relishing the feeling of both her supple skin and the spark between them as he holds her there, his fingers linger along her frame as she moves away slowly from him.&nbsp; Watching then as her body shifts and turns, his eyes widen as he watches the process take place before him.&nbsp; The previous time he had been too lost to his own pleasure and lust to actually watch, but this time he is able to keep most of his mind and attention focused on her.&nbsp; Holding very still as she lifts up, his hand instinctively rests on the top of her head as brushes into his hips.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Magnificent…&nbsp; Simply, I cannot even believe what I just saw.&nbsp; And yet, you are here.&nbsp; Are you able to speak in this form?&nbsp; I have so much to learn.”&nbsp; Even with one hand resting lightly on her head, his other hand has lifted to his chest.&nbsp; Tugging at the buttons of his shirt, his thoughts are running rampant through his mind.&nbsp; This is his, his wolf, his girlfriend…&nbsp; His entire new world now.&nbsp; The world is so much bigger, and his thoughts are a jumbled tangled mess as he tries to fully comprehend just how this was going to change his future.&nbsp; Fortunately though, his body knows exactly what to do, and under her touch to his hip she can feel his length already at attention.&nbsp; Flashing through his mind is an image of him claiming her in the most primal and bestial of manners, and without a conscious thought his hand moves to unbuckle his pants.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“My wolf, on your hands and knees.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>26-04-2013, 22:34:03</strong>
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				A wolfish grin tugs at her lips before she can corral it back when her cheek brushes against the slowly forming bulge in his jeans. Her body presses tightly against his legs, arching and nuzzling at his hands impatiently for attention while her teeth find one of his belt loops, tugging at it delicately with a disapproving chuff. The she-wolf refused to accept such trivial obstacles when it is painfully obvious that he wants her just as much as she needs him. Her nose twitches slightly at the musky sweet scent of male arousal and, for a moment, she merely nuzzles along his hard length, her muzzle rubbing against him with a longing born from a constant tease. Her tongue drags across the rough fabric before she gives a soft disgruntled whine and sits back on her hunches, peering up at him with lustfully bright yellow eyes.<br><br>Silken dark fur shifts slightly as toned muscle bunches and releases in a slow, relaxed stretch as she turns to do as he asked of her. Her hands reach out in front of her causing her body to stretch out and her shoulders to drop closer to the ground, her hips raised high in a trembling offering while sharp claws prick at the cream carpeting. Slick flesh gleams with her arousal and her body clenches tightly around the ben wa balls still buried deeply within her, her heart hammering forcefully in her chest and her eyes fluttering closed. She knows the shift had completely ruined her human vocal chords, keeping her from the ability to form the correct sounds to speak and, out of curiosity, she attempts to project impressions on the human male behind her.<br><br>Normally such a thing was reserved for the pack alone, a way to connection their human intentions when unable to express them correctly. It wasn’t something Andrea had heard of being attempted with a human and, even as she directs the depth of her need and transfer the erotic images racing through her mind towards her Alpha, she can’t help but feel a little bit foolish. There is no evidence that he would be able to receive any of her messages.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>05-05-2013, 05:41:47</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Closing his eyes as his lips part to let out a soft and pleased sounding sigh, his hand reaches out to rest on her larger head as she nuzzles against him.&nbsp; Spreading his fingers slowly, they brush into her fur before closing again to trap strands of the hairs between them.&nbsp; Smiling as his breath is sucked in through his lips, his fingers on her head tug lightly on the fur within them to keep her head pressed to his pants for just a moment longer.&nbsp; Enjoying the sensation of her tongue as it leans a little wetness along his pants, his thoughts at the moment are rather blank.&nbsp; Instead of thinking, his mind simply is enjoying the pleasure of it all, along with that deeper sensation of just pure bliss from the feeling of ownership over this wolf before him.&nbsp; Something deep and primal was awakening within his mind, his soul even; fueled by each and every little submissive act of hers.&nbsp; With this part of his mind slowly coming out what could only be thought of as a deep slumber, those little probing and tentative thoughts she is projecting towards him find ground within his thoughts.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Flashing open, his eyes glance down now to see her on her hands and knees.&nbsp; Showing clear appreciation on his face for the position she has chosen in front of him, a hand slowly reaches forward to rest on the upturned curve of her rear.&nbsp; But what is more arousing and appealing to him are the thoughts that now race through his mind.&nbsp; Knowing these thoughts do not belong to him, his lips part for a moment before any sound escapes him.&nbsp; Almost stammering at first, his voice remains a hushed whisper so as to not break whatever magic has overtaken him.&nbsp; Or whatever hallucination, he has to admit deep within himself.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Those…&nbsp; Those are your thoughts?&nbsp; Your images?&nbsp; What you are trying to convey to me?”&nbsp; Even as he speaks, his body is moving out of a lustful instinct.&nbsp; Unbuckling his belt with his left hand, his right hand slides within the fur of her rear to lift her oh so beautiful ass higher into the air.&nbsp; With his leather belt unbuckled, his fingers pop open the button of his slacks and then find the little tab of his zipper.&nbsp; With the sound of the zipper being pulled down ringing out, his right hand lifts upwards from her fur once her rear is higher.&nbsp; Coming down swiftly, his palm is flat as his fingers keep straight and held together.&nbsp; Landing on her rear with a popping sound, he smiles as he watches the flesh under her fur ripple and jiggle in a very pleasing manner.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"It really doesn’t matter if those thoughts were or not…&nbsp; They are exactly what I have in mind for you my wolf.&nbsp; And no, you will not have those balls removed from you as I claim the rest of you at this moment.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>14-05-2013, 07:48:58</strong>
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				Truthfully she isn't sure who is more surprised that her half-hearted attempt worked him or her. Either way the shocked tone he conveyed had a soft chuff of self-pleasure coming from the dark furred creature, the sound becoming a quiet whimper in the back of her throat when his open palm connects with her rear. A shiver races through her and she raises her hips higher in clear, impatient invitation just as she pushes an image of her feminine figure laying bare across his lap, her wrists bound to the leg of his chair and her eyes squeezed shut while his hand rains slap on her naked rear. Another shiver races up Andrea's spine at the thought and she squirms where she kneels on the floor, her body clenching around the balls as though searching for the delicious pleasure she can't yet manage to find.<br><br>Still, the pleasurable thrill she gains from her own wicked musings are nothing compared to the promise in his voice when he spoke of having the rest of her. Excitement and apprehension gripped her and waged war in the pit of her stomach. Will it feel good or hurt? Would it be something she would enjoy? Giving a soft whine, she slowly allows honey brown eyes to flutter open and sends the male behind her a wave of acceptance, sharing with him her desire and need just as she had done a moment ago. However, tension still holds her still. Her shoulders remain stiff and tight and her ears lay back with another quiet whine of her own sexual frustration but as the seconds tick by the tension and obvious stress disappears to be replaced by resolve. They barely know each other yet his kindness and strong, caring personality allows her to put her trust in a relative stranger, permiting her to lower her guard for this man who just the day before she wouldn't have known from Adam.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>17-05-2013, 08:35:44</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As the image of a lady across his lap floods into his mind, his eyes close as he savors the thought of her in that position.&nbsp; Concentrating on it for a long few seconds as his hand rubs along the curve of her rear where he had slapped, his thoughts then take the image and start to change it slowly.&nbsp; Replacing the chair first, his thoughts imagine her tied to the headboard of a large bed.&nbsp; In his thoughts, her wrists are bound in a decorative manner, with the rope coiling around and around her arms, all the way to her elbows.&nbsp; With the rope then bound to the headboard, the image has her knees to the bed and her head hanging through her arms.&nbsp; Her long hair drapes down along the bed in this image, as if in homage to some person or deity, though the underlying thoughts to the picture are that of her hanging her head in exhausted pleasure.&nbsp; As his thoughts focus on this for those seconds, he adds in the few finishing little touches of him nude behind her with a cane in hand and her upturned rear red from his work on her.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Feeling the image solidify within his mind, he then tries something a bit odd.&nbsp; If she is able to project thoughts to him, he thinks, then he should be able to do the same in return.&nbsp; Holding that thought of her on the bed so, he tries his best to ‘push’ it through whatever link is there and into her own thoughts.&nbsp; Feeling a little silly in the process, his head shakes with a little laugh at the idea of him being able to affect her so.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;With her body going sill for a moment, his fingers slowly run along the fur of her rear until they meet the base of her tail.&nbsp; Wrapping his fingers around it, they gently tug on her in a playful manner while his voice speaks in a low and soothing tone.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“I will be gentle my wolf…&nbsp; You have no need or reason to fear, and I hope you will be as pleased as I am.”&nbsp; Releasing her tail after he speaks, his hands pull back to his frame to continue disrobing.&nbsp; Pushing his pants to the floor, his boxers soon follow along before he steps free from them both.&nbsp; Lifting his shirt upwards, his feet nudge his lower garments to the side as his hands toss his shirt to the side.&nbsp; Now in the nude, his knees touch the soft carpet behind her as both of his hands take a gentle hold of her hips.&nbsp; Pressing forward with a smile on his face, his hands guide her chest further against the ground so her hips and rear are arched towards him.&nbsp; Lowering himself down as well, his face gently nuzzles against the curve of her asscheek before a sudden and sharp nip is felt as he bites through her fur.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>24-05-2013, 07:29:08</strong>
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				The last thing she expects is to experience his own thoughts and, when the image flits through her mind, her jaw dropped to emit a soft, excited whine from the back of her throat. Her body, aroused and on edge with her hunger, tightens at his musings and somewhere in the back of her mind she idly wonders what it would feel like to feel the sting of his cane. Would it bring a scalding pain or a soul searing pleasure? Would he make her moan and scream, cry out for mercy? Or would she find herself writhing against the bounds that tie her, her hips rocking in her need and her voice raised in her desire for more? Another low growl rumbled in her chest at the thought and her hips rolled slowly.<br><br>Whimpering quietly at his playful tug, she peers over her shoulder at him and offers a wolfish grin. She trusts him. There is no other way to put it and, with her chest pressing tightly to the floor, she can't imagine doing anything but. Raising her hips higher, Andrea squirms beneath his wandering hands, a shiver racing through her when strong fingers glide through the lush, dark strands of her fur. With her arms above her head, her claws grip at the carpet beneath her, near ripping it up in her sudden surprise when his teeth nip at her. She had both heard and felt the sligtht rustle of his clothing as he tossed them aside but her attention had been focused upon the wicked tease of hungry thoughts that swirled throughout her mind rather than what was happening directly behind her. Now though, with her body exposed as she is, tensing with anticipation and easily taking pleasure from the sharp sting of his bite, it is impossible not to pay particular attention to what Victor was doing behind her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>31-05-2013, 07:30:13</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Not expecting his foray into non-verbal communication to work, Victor focuses completely on this wonderful sight before him.&nbsp; Nipping again at her rear, his lips part through the soft fur that covers her rear so that his teeth may come into contact with her skin underneath.&nbsp; Pressing his teeth down slowly, the little nip grows from just a playful action to that of a full bite now.&nbsp; Keeping his teeth against her skin, he knows that she may be able to heal from this quickly, but for now the circular pattern of his teeth will be imprinted to her skin in a mark of both ownership and dominance over her.&nbsp; As his teeth press through the fur and against her skin, his nostrils flare as her scent floods into his brain.&nbsp; Whatever thoughts that had been within his brain fade, and should the link be open between the two, a torrent of primal thoughts escape him.&nbsp; The most predominant thought being of her body wrapped around him, and his cock buried deeply inside of her.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Letting go of her rear, his jaw opens and then closes a few times to work out any stiffness from the action.&nbsp; As his jaw works out the kinks, his fingers slide along her form.&nbsp; Past her hips and tail, they slip into the little cleft of her rear and gently tug apart.&nbsp; Spreading her wide, she is soon on complete display for him as his head moves closer towards her.&nbsp; Inhaling her scent once again, his whole frame shudders lightly as once again those primal thoughts roll through his mind.&nbsp; Restraining the urge to progress too quickly though, he pauses there behind her to breathe slowly for a moment.&nbsp; This of course has the sensation of his breaths wafting along her slicked lips, sending cool air back and forth along them as he holds his head so close to her.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;After regaining himself, his head moves those last few inches before his lips come into contact with her own.&nbsp; At first it is a tender kiss to her lips, but soon his mouth parts to allow his tongue out and against her.&nbsp; Running up the length of her slit, she can feel the tip of his tongue teasing along one outer lip until it reaches that sensitive skin between her pussy and little ass.&nbsp; Pausing there, his tongue then crosses over to the other outer lip and trails down it.&nbsp; The touch of his tongue to her is a feathery sensation, using the combination of her wetness and his saliva to glide along her tender lips.&nbsp; As his tongue lowers along her, the tip comes into contact with her little hooded clit then.&nbsp; Pressing just a bit more against her, his tongue circles it once before then running up the middle of her slit.&nbsp; Licking her fully now, his tongue is against her in a more forceful manner with each slow lick of her.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>21-06-2013, 09:06:20</strong>
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				Wicked claws dug into the soft carpet, her body trembled wildly and her jaw parted with desperate greedy pants yet she remained where he had directed her. Bound by his word rather than chains, she retained her position with honey brown eyes closed in agonized wait as he teased her with nips and light touches to her raging body yet when he bit the gentle curve of her rear her eyes flew open and a surprised whine slipped from her lips. For a moment she was forced to consciously remind herself to keep her position and that concentration acted as her only saving grace, allowing her to ignore the sting of pain that raced beneath her skin. By the time the pain slipped from her mind to be replaced by the lurking need he had manage to install within her nearly from the beginning the desperation within her had reached its peak. <br><br>Her mind was flooded with erotic images, his and her thoughts interweaving and twining within one another's until she wasn't sure where he ended and she began, and her skin now bore his mark of stark ownership proudly, a mark she neither overlooked or underappreciated. Hours later when her body would be wrapped around his as they rested in that content state of pure satisfaction and exhausted slumber she would remark on animalism behind his actions but now with her body begging for relief and her mind so completely submerged within his any intellectual comment she could have made was swallowed in the deep, all-consuming hunger that had become her desire. His breath on her slick flesh nearly tipped her over that steep edge and she couldn't avoid the whimpers and pleading whines as he exposed her to his penetrating gaze and the chill of their suite.<br><br>Finally, God help her, <em>finally</em> he touched her where she needed him most. The brush of his tongue was a whole new experience for her yet the immediate burst of pleasure that came from it was enough to send her spiraling into a release she had no hope of holding back. Tossing back her head, her ears flat against her skull, she howled, the sound joyous, however, still ringing with that bone-chilling beauty only a wolf possessed. Still, after the most intense of the waves of orgasmic ecstasy calmed, he tormented her with the toying of skilled lips and tongue until only after-shocks passed through her body, accompanied by only the rekindling of her desire.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>02-07-2013, 22:52:57</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Feeling the shuddering climax of his wolf before him, his tongue presses still to the slick skin of her lips.&nbsp; Keeping a firm contact with her as her head lifts up and she howls, there is a low groaning growl coming from behind her as he shares the pleasure that rolls through her body.&nbsp; Not releasing yet himself, he can still feel how her pleasure rolls through her body and mind, to the link that she has established and eventually running down the length of his spine.&nbsp; Starting as a low rolling hum within the base of his skull, the sensations and feelings shudder through his body until slowly fading as she is left panting and recovering from her orgasm.&nbsp; Not having expected such a response from his tongue simply touching her, his efforts to please this lady double now.&nbsp; Running back down the length of her slit, she can feel the tip of his tongue pressing between her lips and along her opening.&nbsp; Flicking into her, his tongue pauses there to circle the opening of her, and then plunging in.&nbsp; Not able to reach more than an inch or two within her, his tongue still moves against her and then curls to drag the tip up and along the wall of her pussy.&nbsp; Savoring the delectable flavor of her, his eyes close as his fingernails dig deeper into the curve of her asscheeks.&nbsp; Parting through the fur of her rear, the tips of his nails press against her skin, and soon she will have a row of half circle marks along her from where his nails are nearly threatening to break her skin.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Groaning out loudly again, the flavor of her is enough to drive his mind wild.&nbsp; Thrusting his tongue as deeply into her as he is able to, his licks turn into wet sounds as his tongue circles and rubs against her inner walls.&nbsp; Finally his mouth opens completely, and she can feel his lips press against her own.&nbsp; Forming an ‘O’ with his mouth, he sucks her lips into his mouth as his tongue pulls free from where it had been inside her.&nbsp; Trying to pull in as much of her essence and flavor as he is able to, his mouth moves downwards slowly while still sucking her slit into his mouth.&nbsp; Finding that little nub of her clit now, his lips tightly form a seal around it, sucking on it as his tongue flits across the tip of her clit.&nbsp; The sounds of his groan are deeper now, emanating from within his chest and throat; nearly resembling a primal and animalistic growl as his mouth focuses on bringing about another orgasm from her.&nbsp; <br><br>Hopefully relaxing her body with all of this, the little flash that goes through his mind is pushed outwards and hopefully towards her own thoughts.&nbsp; The image is that of bringing her to another release, before finally letting her body slump to the ground.&nbsp; From there, -HIS- pleasure begins, as his length shall be soon seated firmly within her ass.&nbsp; The image is a firm flash that comes from him, giving her a warning of what he plans on using her for.&nbsp; Not only to have his own fun and pleasure, but as a means of allowing her mind and body to accept the idea, to give her a chance to relax and prepare for what has the potential of being uncomfortable at first.&nbsp; And to show that all of her, all of her body is his now.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>11-07-2013, 10:10:42</strong>
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				Had she been told as she walked down the Seattle streets earlier that day that come nightfall she's be writhing on a soft hotel carpeting, howling her pleasure due to a human and begging for more through their link she would have thought them mad. Yet here she lays, her body twitching from after-orgasmic bliss just as it begins the slow spiral towards another release. What is it about this man that has her in knots, so easy to do anything for him at a moment's notice? Something drew her to Victor, a pull that was as basic and instinctive as each inhale and exhale she gives. There is no second thought with him, she is a moth to his flame unable to pull away and fully willing to burn alive if it means basking in his passions.<br><br>Although a dull ache filters across her jaw, she ignores it purely to concentrate on the way he teases her body back into life, drawing responses from the very core of her being as though he had a direct link to her very soul. The she-wolf, so wild and untamed, writhes in the ecstasy of her submission while the woman marvels at the pleasure she is able to experience from this man who has claimed her so completely. With his erotic plans at the forefront of her mind, her body clenches with heightened anticipation and she whimpers as her second release of the night edges its way closer. <br><br>Will it hurt? Will she scream her discomfort in a cry that will chill the blood of the hotel's patrons? Or will her cries be of pleasure, her body, so relaxed from such searing pleasure, giving way to his with ease and little pain? Silently, she prays for the latter and, as her body explodes with crashing waves of pleasure, she conveys open and honest trust through their bond, her heart and soul just as open for his thorough inspect as her mind and quivering body.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>11-07-2013, 23:16:21</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Not fully understanding just what is going through her mind at the moment, he is still at least able to get little flickers of what she might be experiencing through this newfound link between them.&nbsp; His tongue continues its near constant motion, as the tip crosses her clit in little circles.&nbsp; Still wrapping his lips around her, his mouth has fully sucked in her little sensitive nub into the warmth of his mouth.&nbsp; Closing his eyes as he savors her taste, there is just a little wet popping sound as his lips relax the seal that had been against her.&nbsp; Releasing her clit from his lips, his tongue trails along her lips once again.&nbsp; Tracing through the middle of her lips, his head lifts up very slowly until she can feel the tip of his tongue press against that little bit of skin between her lips and ass.&nbsp; Moving higher still, his tongue crosses her little puckered rear now before his voice comes out softly.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Relax my little wolf.&nbsp; I will be gentle and never truly hurt or harm you.”&nbsp; Speaking in as calming and soothing of a voice as he is able, his head pulls back slowly from where he had just kissed her rear.&nbsp; Nuzzling his cheek into the furred curve of her rear, he presses his lips through her fur and against her supple skin underneath.&nbsp; “I cannot explain this, or really believe it in truth, but this is where you belong.&nbsp; This is just –right-.”&nbsp; Pressing little kisses against her rear, his hands are moving slowly now to grab and pull her rear apart.&nbsp; Moving his head back from her completely now, she can feel him use her rear and hips to steady himself as his knees pull upwards a little.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Shifting himself carefully, he is now on his knees behind her with his chest lifted and a wide smile on his face.&nbsp; Still though, there is that almost animalistic look in his eyes as he watches her, with the knowledge of her being fully his deep-set in his expression.&nbsp; Balancing himself on his knees and shins, his ankles twist just enough to find a comfortable position as his hips press closer against her.&nbsp; She can feel the slow press of his hard length against her lips, but he is careful to now catch himself within her.&nbsp; Instead, his length slowly teases along her sensitive lips as he gathers up her nectar along him.&nbsp; Intending to use both of their combined essences as a lubricant, his cock is growing slick from them both as his hips press against her rear.&nbsp; A long sigh of pleasure escapes him as his hips pull back, and his manhood springs upwards just a little.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Letting go of her cheek with one hand, his eyes now latch onto her as he watches her with an intense look.&nbsp; Making certain to notice each and every little move she makes, his hand wraps around his shaft to guide the tip of him against her puckered rear.&nbsp; Only pulling his eyes from her for a quick glance between them, he ensures that his tip is aligned with her rear entrance.&nbsp; Then looking back to her, he watches her reaction as his hips press forward.&nbsp; The tip of his cock now presses firmly to her rear, and after a moment of building pressure, the head of his cock pops into her ass.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>17-07-2013, 07:22:42</strong>
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				With his voice a soothing balm in her ears she relaxes beneath him, her heart still hammering in her chest yet no longer skipping beats with her anxiety. He affects her so easily, sweeping her off her feet and sending her very world tilting on its axis with nothing more than a whispered word. To hear his need, such a primal and uncontrollable thing, so blatantly obvious in his voice and feel it in his wandering touch is enough to send wild tremors through her body and make her ache for him. At this point of their night, with her body raging for completion despite the bliss his skillful tongue brought her, she needs him buried within her.<br><br>A desire, a hunger burns in her that he has sparked. There is no time for Andrea, merely a throbbing within her very soul only he can assuage. Needs he has ignited with his sweet care and his firm hand, needs ignited by his mind and stoked by his body until she truly believes she will burst into flames if he is not sheathed within her soon. His comforting words had relaxed her mind, true, but also brought forth a need to feel his hands gliding across soft skin, a need for fast, desperation for release, a need to have him on her tongue and a need to quell this hallow ache he left when he withdrew himself from the bed and her arms back in his apartment.<br><br><em>’…This is where you belong… This is just – right – ‘</em> There are no words to express the rush of excited joy that sweeps through her heart. Every part of her, body and soul, screams that this… <strong>This</strong> is right. That <strong>this</strong> is meant to be. Whether he believes it or not, she can feel it just as surely as she can feel the duel spirits within her. She is his, belongs to him in a way she never thought possible outside of the pack… No, that is not right either. Although she had heard of such sheer devotion and trust she herself had never experienced it within the pack, not with <strong>his</strong> eyes watching her every breath with obsessive possession.<br><br>Lost in her thoughts, she has managed to completely lose all track of time and what is happening within their small, shared world. Not until the tip of his length catches her clit in the most delicious of ways is she jerked back to the present with a yelp and a quiet whine. Any trepidation she had felt nearly disappears and her hips rock back towards his eagerly, their growing bond swapped with erotic images and desires describing the need that clenches her. Yet he continues to tease her with slow, easy strokes of her folds, strokes that make her body twitch and open to him with eager hunger.<br><br>Finally, at long last, his torturous teasing ends. Her shoulders slump forward slightly and her claws prick the carpeting yet aside from the slight lowering of her ears as she waits for him, she makes no movement as he presses forward. Golden eyes flash blue at the momentary discomfort the pressure brings before squeezing shut and a soft yelp tugs at her vocal chords when he manages to push through. Her pants for breath are ragged and sharp to her own ears and her body tenses, refusing a twitch of movement to escape as she allows herself to slowly grow accustomed to him. She had found pleasure before but this… This was a pleasure far different and, slowly raising her head to peer back at him over her shoulder, her hips roll back towards his.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>19-07-2013, 10:00:14</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Despite the urge to ram his hips forward to cause his length to slam deeply into his wolf’s rear, his hips hold relatively still as his fingers slip through her fur.&nbsp; Trembling only a little, his entire chest seems to deflate slowly as he lets out a long breath.&nbsp; Closing his eyes in the bliss of it all, the breath turns to a low moan of pleasure.&nbsp; The sound hangs in the air for a moment, as the sensations of just how warm and tight her rear is around the tip of his cock.&nbsp; Taking that moment, his thoughts coalesce and form into something firmer within his mind before he takes the effort to try and ‘push’ it towards her like before.&nbsp; Taking the pleasure of all of this, the sensations, and just how much he enjoys her like this; he sends those along whatever link has formed between them.&nbsp; As he sends them out, the little thought to ask her about that occurs in the back of his mind, but it is only a fleeting thing as his mind turns back towards the present.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Moving his fingers slowly through her fur, his whole body leans at his waist to hover over her back.&nbsp; Leaning in closer, his head lowers until she can feel the pressure of his forehead against the fur of her shoulder.&nbsp; Breathing in her deep scent, his head then turns to release his breath in a thin stream of air along her large ear.&nbsp; As he blows out that little bit of air, she can feel the pressure at her ass starting to build once again.&nbsp; Slowly moving forward, his hips cause the length of his cock slide about an inch deeper within her.&nbsp; The motion is slow, but there is no question that he is taking this tight and slightly forbidden hole of hers.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As another low groan of pleasure escapes him, his body straightens back up as his fingers curl within her fur.&nbsp; Pressing through her fur, his fingernails now catch along the skin of her sides and slowly drag downwards to her hips.&nbsp; Gripping them tightly now, she can feel his hands starting to pull back on her body.&nbsp; The action of him pulling now has his length sliding a bit more into her rear.&nbsp; Not moving fast in the slightest, he is still watching her to make certain that she is not in pain from any of this.&nbsp; Finally though, he speaks in a soft voice.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Is this something you enjoy, my wolf?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>30-07-2013, 22:36:39</strong>
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				A soft cry rises from her throat to mingle with his own pleasured sounds and her body tightens all the more around his as she moves against him, spurred on by the pleasure racing through them both. Even had he not shared the sensations he felt, his pleasure is obvious. It is the tension of his body behind her, the eager way he grips her hips, the throaty groans that rumble from his chest to fill the room. She may not be what he had expected to find when he offered that simple snack to her back in the coffee house but she has pleased him nonetheless and it is with that knowledge that a warmth engulfs her.<br><br>Rolling her shoulders back slightly to better accommodate him as he leans over her, her ears flicker and a shiver races down her spine. Such a simple act really, pressing his body against the length of hers while his breath, sweet and warm, rustles through the soft fur beneath him yet it brings such a deep response from her. The slight action has her body clenching his as he presses onward, her folds painfully slick with her need. She knows his reasons for such a slow progression but, although she is truly grateful for his consideration, her lust has hit a feverish pitch. Her hunger knows no boundaries, merely a need to have all of him as quickly as possible, eager for him to give in to the carnal desire they both felt. Yet he continues to move with a slow patience that has her on the brink of insanity.<br><br>Victor barely manages to utter the question before she is working to send him all she felt. The need and the desire. The hunger and the passion. The ecstasy and desire she felt despite the original discomfort. Every emotion she feels in the moment hurtles through their bond towards him, every desperate need and fantasy that has been plaguing her mind is tossed to him. Flashes of images begin to form, each one a glimpse of a new position, a display of what she craves.<br><br>Squeezing her eyes closed, several deep breaths cause her body to tremble beneath him before the quivering stops. She makes no move as though holding her breath and slowly silken fur is replaced by pliable flesh. With her head still lowered so that her forehead touches the carpet beneath her, her hair fans out like a curtain about her face parting only when she turns just enough to peer up at him with untamed golden eyes over one smooth shoulder. "Victor, please..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>31-07-2013, 21:33:38</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;With his fingers within her fur and along her hips, the muscles of his arms bunch and flex as he pulls her body further backwards.&nbsp; Causing his length to slide more and more into her ass, his motions are slow and gentle as he still wishes her to enjoy this new sensation rather than for her to be hurt by it.&nbsp; Passing the halfway mark of his cock, the flared head of his manhood forces its way deeper into her tight rear, until she can feel the skin of his hips pressing against her upturned rear.&nbsp; Holding her so that her rear is high in the air, his knees dig into the carpet below them both as his legs shift a bit for balance.&nbsp; With his cock now completely within her, he lets out a small breath that sounds less like him exhaling and more like a low moan of pleasure.&nbsp; Now with his back straight, his shoulders settle back as he holds himself still.&nbsp; Allowing her to grow used to the feeling of him inside her, his eyes finally open as his mind is filled with the thoughts she has sent.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Smiling at the desire that lays just under her fur, his expression goes from just about to speak to one of shocked enjoyment.&nbsp; With her breathing changed and her body trembling, he holds himself still as her body changes underneath him.&nbsp; Where his fingers had been entwined in her fur, his skin is now against the soft curves of her bare hips.&nbsp; As she turns her head to look over her shoulder at him, his eyes meet hers, giving her a look of affection and something far deeper.&nbsp; Within his eyes is an animalistic lust of course, but also a look that she might have only seen in her past with the pack.&nbsp; His eyes hold the gaze of someone who is looking at his mate, but more than just his mate, his beta so to speak.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;At her words though, the corners of his lips tug upwards and into an evil grin.&nbsp; The look causes his face to take on a slight smirk now, with the muscles of his lower abdomen clenching tightly to cause his length within her to twitch.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Please?&nbsp; Please what my little wolf?&nbsp; I think you should be clear in your begging…”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>08-08-2013, 05:26:11</strong>
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				Golden irises become a minuscule ring as pupils dilate with the arousal he created within her and her body shifts against his, skin brushing skin in an impatient movement. Her nails, not as wickedly curved as the claws she had supported mere moments ago but no less dangerous, grip the expensive carpeting beneath them as a shiver races down her spine when their eyes meet. Before her gaze can drop, the emotions that dance in his eyes cause her breath to catch in her throat and her heart to hammer in her chest. It was the same look she had seen hundreds of times growing up, the same look her own father would give to her mother when they thought no one was looking.<br><br>What did she do to deserve such a look? Who did she impress in the short time she has been away from the pack to earn something she had watched wistfully others share?<br><br>Her eyes closed partially out of the rush of pleasure that came with his subtle movement deep within her yet largely due to the rush of emotion that threatened to sweep through her. In the short amount of time they had known each other they had succeed in turning both of their worlds upside down, his when she revealed that all was not as it appeared in his day-to-day interactions and hers with his slow guidance into the pleasures of submitting mind, body and soul. He had taken her in ways no one else had and continues to now, but in the past couple of hours he had managed to set her very soul aflame. <br><br>She had discovered pleasure and desire, need and hunger but she also had experienced a protective care that was both so similar and so different than what she was used to in the pack. Yet it struck the very core of her being that a relative stranger would do so much for her even after discovering the truth about the curvaceous young woman he now holds in his arms.<br><br>Finally with the she-wolf's impatient insistence, she manages to draw her thoughts away of her sentimental reasoning to focus on the intense fullness within her. She rocks her hips back firmly against his and thrusts herself completely into the flames of desire that lapped continuously at her. "Don't tease, I don't think I can stand it..." She finally gasps out, her eyes squeezed shut and her hands carefully braced beneath her quivering frame. "I need you, not slow and sweet but rough and now... I need to feel desired..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>08-08-2013, 10:48:20</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Not knowing how to describe the feelings within him, the emotions that roll through his brain a ball that is being batted around by a kitten, or even to be able to explain thus sudden typhoon-esque surge of emotions within him, all Victor can do is look down to this beautiful lady with those filled eyes of his.&nbsp; The feelings within him not only slammed through his mind, but originated from his heart.&nbsp; There was something more to this, something that he was not certain he could speak about even if the words existed.&nbsp; But within him was this care for her, for the lady he had only met scant hours before.&nbsp; A need, a desire to care for her and to see her protected, to have her as his own.&nbsp; A sense of ownership comes from deep within his soul, with that feeling being tempered in his mind by a sense of truth.&nbsp; Nothing about this rang false within his mind, and the bonds between them sang deep into his soul as his eyes remained on hers.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The smirk on his lips is the only slightly offsetting part to his gaze, bringing them both back to the present moment.&nbsp; His length remains buried deep within her back passage, and after twitching again, his eyes fill with a mirthful light as the words she has said register in his mind.&nbsp; Chuckling low, the sound is deep within his throat as his fingers flex outwards to loosen themselves.&nbsp; With his fingers slightly limbered now, his nails run up the center of her back to leave long red marks along her bare and slightly sweat covered skin.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“I just thought of this my little wolf.&nbsp; In the myths, a werewolf can only be truly harmed by silver…&nbsp; Is that correct for you as well?”&nbsp; As he speaks, his fingers reach her hair to tease a little lock of it between the tips.&nbsp; “If I were to…&nbsp; Be rougher with you than I am able to be with a regular person, you will simply heal from it.&nbsp; Not even a mark to remain.”&nbsp; The tone of his voice now has taken on an almost purring sound, with the volume lowering for the words to only be heard by her.&nbsp; Moving his fingers further into her hair, the tips of his fingers are now applying a bit more pressure against her.&nbsp; Smiling softly once again, his hips are moving now to slide and ease his length from within her.&nbsp; As his hips move, his fingers press against her head to turn her face away from him and then to lower her forehead to the carpet below them both.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“But, rough and now I shall be, my little bitch.”&nbsp; Speaking still in that low tone, she can feel the tip of his cock spreading the entrance to her ass wide.&nbsp; Restraining himself once again, he keeps the head of his cock aligned with her ass for a few seconds longer, until even he cannot take it anymore.&nbsp; With a low growl of pure bliss, his hips then surge forward.&nbsp; Burying his cock deeply into her ass, the sound of his hips slapping against her asscheeks fills the room with a sound that can only be thought of as two bodies coming together in a purely carnal action.&nbsp; Bottoming out within her, the feeling of his hips to her ass, the feeling of being so filled by his length immediately vanishes as he pulls himself back.&nbsp; Almost popping free from her ass in the motion, he is lucky enough to keep the tip inside her puckered ring, before thrusting forward again.&nbsp; Repeating this time and time again, he sets a furious pace against her body.&nbsp; Each thrust of his body brings his heavy sack slapping against her lips, sounding a quick staccato in rhythm with the slaps of his bare hips to her ass.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>21-08-2013, 08:35:25</strong>
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				"Oh god, yes~" The last word is drawn out with a soft hiss between her teeth, her body trembling against his with a hunger not yet satisfied and a desire bone-deep. Must he torment her? Already she can feel her release just beyond her grasp, the weight of his body a comfort yet a horrendous torture as he muses allowed, each tantalizing thought earning yet another shudder from her quivering frame. At some point unbeknownst to her, her eyes had slipped shut only to reopen with a breathless sigh as careful fingers guide her down until her forehead rests atop the plush carpet and her lips part in a protesting cry as he slowly withdrawals. Andrea's fingers spread and grip the floor beneath her as she pushes back towards him and her jaw clenches with frustration when he insists upon teasing her nerve-wrecked body into a frenzied state.<br><br>Beneath humane skin coarse fur begs for freedom and teeth snap with impatient agitation, the she-wolf howls for satisfaction through their strengthening bond yet every silvery note comes across as a plea. The need that licks at her insists, however, aside from the slight squirm of her hips as she waits for him, she makes no further movement to hurry his decision. She trembles for him, whimpers and moans low in her throat, but remains where she kneels on her hands and knees, feeling the carpet turn rough against her sensitized skin.<br><br>Still the moment continued. No word was spoken, breath was barely drawn, Andrea would have believed him gone had she not been able to feel him within her. Well-kissed lips part to whisper his name only to have a sharp cry spring from her lips, her voice a raised note that sounds throughout the suite to seep beneath the door and the crack in the windowsill. The sound carries down the many flights to the ground below where a large figure standing on the sidewalk glares upwards to the top floor hardly noticing the rain that fell upon his exposed, upturned face, a snarl on rugged lips promising violence as he spins on his heels to march down the sidewalk. Uneasy passerbys cross the street or slink around the imposing creature, an alarm as old as time rising within each one of them to flee the predator in their midst. Yet above the new lovers, enwrapped within one another could hardly spare a moment to admire the artfully decorated let alone to notice the lone figure that studied the outer designs of their room.<br><br>For Andrea, each forceful thrust of his hips is exactly what she craved, her body tightening beneath his beneath the onslaught of pleasure and the faintest whispered kiss of pain that laces through her. Her nails, more claws than anything that could be considered human, drag along the carpet as her climax builds. She can feel it, she stands at the cusp of the cliff yet, no matter how much she teeters upon the edge with every intent of diving headfirst, she finds it near impossible. Instead, on a soft whimper, she calls out his name to the empty room: "Victor, please... I'm so close, please, I need..." <em>What?</em> God above help her, but as she pleads she finds she has no words to describe what she needs. Climax, naturally, but on a deeper level that feels so much more primal than anything even she, who lives with a wildness within her few can claim to own, can barely touch.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>05-09-2013, 05:12:36</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Not honestly understanding this growing feeling within him, Victor can only let out a low growl of pleasure as this <em>need</em> grows inside of his chest.&nbsp; Each slap of his hips to her cheeks sends little ripples through her ass, as the smack of his skin to hers clearly is causing any neighbors of theirs to lift an eyebrow.&nbsp; Perhaps even the neighbors are thinking of their own means of retaliation, as is common within hotels at times.&nbsp; But as his fingers dig into her hip, his other hand takes a grip of her hair to pull her head back by it.&nbsp; Nearly yanking her head back, his release is sudden and without any warning.&nbsp; Surprised by just the amount of his seed that rushes forth and deep within her ass, his hips slap against her upturned ass once again before remaining there.&nbsp; Flooding her with his cum, his head snaps backwards to let out a primal sounding groan of pleasure as his orgasm overtakes his body.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Outside, the man that had looked up towards the room where the two lovers are engaging in their carnal activities turns his head with an almost audible pop.&nbsp; Glaring at the room through narrowed eyes, a low thrum of power is released from him without conscious thought in response to the sneaking and rolling energy that is coming forth from that room.&nbsp; His eyes flash in recognition, knowing fully what is going on within the room, but now is not the time to do a thing.&nbsp; So instead, his body turns back to where he had been walking, and carries on into the rain.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Unknowing of what has occurred outside, Victor cannot believe the release of energy between the two of them at his orgasm.&nbsp; Panting and gasping, there is this flutter within his chest as something seems to be awakening deep within his soul.&nbsp; Not exactly the same energy as her own, but certainly similar enough to meld and merge with her own.&nbsp; As his muscles slowly relax from the powerful orgasm that just shot through his body, his fingers are relaxing their grips as well.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Need…&nbsp; Oh Andrea, whatever that was, I want it.&nbsp; Again.&nbsp; I want you again, my little bitch.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>11-09-2013, 09:45:03</strong>
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				"Wh-What was...?" Breathing heavily, she allows her forehead to rest upon the carpeting beneath them as she struggles then gives up trying to express her confusion. Her heart skips a beat at his hungry words while her mind turns inwards. Something had happened. She is not sure what it was or what it meant but something shifted inside of him on a level she could not hope to understand and in turn touched the very core of her being. Despite the subtle ache where he still lay and the lack of an intimacy the she-wolf craved from another of her kind, Andrea all but purrs as she moves beneath him. Her arms stretch out in front of her and her hips give a slow, enticing roll back against him before she moves out from under him to stand on shaky legs. A satisfied smile tugs at her lips as she raises her arms above her head, her back arching in a languid stretch feeling sore muscles bunch and stretch in the most pleasurable way before blue eyes fall to where she had lain, wincing slightly as she toes the places she had torn up the carpet in her ecstasy. "Hmm think we'll have to pay for that...?"<br><br>Whatever she asked for, begged for, during those moments of sweetly torturous pleasure she had gotten. The need that had clawed so savagely at her had been appeased for the time being leaving her weak in the knees and trembling where she stands. Almost an emptiness seems to touch her at the loss of the heat that had seared her blood and the she-wolf, with growl that surely would have escaped had she not bitten her tongue, pushes forward just enough for a coy smile to tug at her lips. Taking his hand and entwining their fingers intimately, she pulls him first to his feet where she steps into the strength of his arms to press a delicate, lingering kiss then to lead him down the hall, their clothes a forgotten pile still in front of the windows.<br><br><hr><hr><br>It is the unfamiliar texture of the high-quality sheets against her bare skin and the confounding scent of man and fabric softener that awakes her. First a sleepy frown tugs at her lips then, with a weary rub of her eyes and slow comfortable stretch, she opens bleary eyes to blink at the strange room. The bureau in the corner is not hers, neither is the mahogany four-poster she reclined in. Although the sheets that wrapped themselves so intimately around her body and tangling between her legs were the same light beige as her own the detergent is not the same. "Where...?" She mumbles struggling to make her still half-disoriented brain to function properly and shifts in the bed just as an arm draped across her waist pulling her snuggly into a very male body.<br><br>Victor's touch is just enough to snap her fully awake and, for a long moment, she rests in his arms, fully content to bask in the sense of complete belonging she felt. With a sigh, she reluctantly pries his arm from its firm place around her and slips from the bed pausing just long enough to check he is still asleep before padding naked from the room. Without missing a beat she stoops to pick up his shirt as she walks and slipping it over her own head moments before parting the heavy drapes that hid the city from view. Gazing out into the predawn sky, she can see the Space Needle's red point blinking slowly, yet another light reflecting in the Sound's murky waters.<br><br>For now Seattle is peaceful, almost tranquil in the hush of the early morning, however, a frown still manages to cross her features as she leaves the window momentarily to brew a cup of Seattle's Best from the complimentary grounds the hotel offered, returning with the heated mug cupped in her hands. For all appearances she continues to gaze out into the reddening sky but inwardly she is in turmoil. Last night - God in heaven, had it only been one night? Andrea felt as though a year had passed - when she took the offered muffin in the coffee house she had no intention of getting in this deep. She had let a human, a <em>human</em>, know of her existence. That alone is enough for banishment within the pack but that <em>she</em>, the Alpha's chosen mate, had slept with and submitted to a human, the punishment is a death sentence with no time of death row. How could she have dragged Victor into such a mess?<br><br>Resisting the urge to bash her head against the glass, she squeezes her eyes shut and lays her forehead upon the windowpane. But last night... Try as she might last night is in no shape or form a regret for the young woman and the she-wolf howls her consent, already eager to cry out to him along the bond they had formed, now stronger than ever. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>12-09-2013, 08:45:19</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Opening his eyes to realize that he wasn’t within his room, Victor turns his head enough to see that the lovely lady beside him was not just a dream afterall.&nbsp; Tugging his arm around her waist a little bit, he can feel her shift and start to wake, but his eyes close once again as he simply enjoys the moment of them laying together.&nbsp; As his breathing regulates from the deep pattern of sleep, his thoughts turn inwards a little.&nbsp; Remembering what happened the night before, his lips tug upwards and into a smile as he goes over their trek from the floor to the bed.&nbsp; Knowing they would have to pay for the damages to the room, a low little sound akin to a chuckle rumbles up and through his chest.&nbsp; This lady was going to be the death of his bank account, he just knew it.&nbsp; But as he lays there thinking, it is worth it.&nbsp; There is a deeper connection between the two of them than he can explain, and his own body seems to call out to hers.&nbsp; Even now, with her so close to him, he can feel just that low tingle between the two of them.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Finally though, nature’s call rings through his brain, and his legs have to move in order to straighten a bit.&nbsp; Groaning as his arm slips free from her, he rolls to his back with both his arms stretching up and over his head.&nbsp; There are faint little popping sounds creaking and cracking through his joints as he moves, until he finally stops with the low groan dying off.&nbsp; Feeling the bed empty, his eyes blink open slowly as his mouth opens a bit.&nbsp; Not saying a thing, he does internally wonder just how much time had passed during his thoughts, and had he drifted off to sleep again for a moment there.&nbsp; But still, the sight of her rouses a deep passion within him that sets nature’s call to the side for a moment.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Thankful that the bed does not creak too much, or that they did not have any activities on the bed to potentially damage it, his legs sweep off of the edge to set his feet against the carpet.&nbsp; Debating for a moment on whether or not to put on clothing, he decides to take just a moment to gather up his boxers and don them as he stands.&nbsp; Crossing the room slowly, he approaches her quietly from behind.&nbsp; Not knowing whatever senses she may have, he at least clears his throat slightly to announce himself before his arms wrap around her waist from behind.&nbsp; Pressing his chest to her back, his head leans in and tilts to the side so that his lips may press lightly to her cheek as she looks out the window.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Seattle has its moments, where the weather isn’t horrible.&nbsp; Of course, wait half an hour, it will be raining again.”&nbsp; Speaking with a little mirth, he smiles as his arms tighten around her waist to pull her back and against him.&nbsp; “Now, tell me what troubles you.&nbsp; Or is pressing yourself against the glass common in your kind?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>15-09-2013, 09:14:17</strong>
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				How could something as innocent as a glance lead to this? She should never have agreed to dinner with him, if she had merely turned down the offered muffin none of this would have happened. For a moment, with her eyes fluttering closed against the early morning light beginning to filter through the clouds to grace the buildings that reach for the havens, she wonders if leaving now, while Victor still slept, would shelter him from any consequences that may catch up to her. <em>But would you really be willing to give this, <strong>him</strong>, up? Even to keep him safe, could you?</em> Her mind, traitor as it is, whispers the questions back to her just as she raises her forehead off the glass as though having set her mind to doing just that causing her to shake her head and stare into the coffee within her cup, as though its creamer-lightened depths held the answers she seeks.<br><br>However she had created their bond last night, it is now a permanent fixture in her life. She feels the almost obsessive need to reach out to him through their bond, the creature within whimpering for a touch, a whisper of returned affection. For a reason she does not understand she yearns for him in a way that surpasses the physical desires, this man she truly knows so little about, calls to her very soul. In such a short amount of time he had managed to lodge himself firmly into her heart, cause her to react to him in ways she had only ever heard and seen from mated pairs and dragged from her a confession that would have had her exiled had she not already left upon her own free will.<br><br>So rapt in her own thoughts, she does not notice the slight clearing of the throat from behind her and instead cups her mug once more in both hands, her lips against its rim as she thinks. This oversight on her part soon causes her body to tense in surprise as arms slip about her narrow waist and a very masculine body leans against her back. She inhales sharply as his lips brush her cheek and, able to make out the heady scent that made up her lover over the rich aroma of the coffee she holds, she allows herself to lean into the kiss, turning her head to nuzzle at his cheek in return before moving with him until her back is flush to his chest, her head reclining on his shoulder with a sigh. <br><br>Closing her eyes, she does not respond for a moment. Instead she allows herself to melt against him, feeling her body fit against his with perfect ease while the tips of her nails brush back and forth against his wrist. Should she tell him? Admit her thoughts and fears? Her worries? Slowly, she opens her eyes to gaze back out onto the awakening city. "I'm from Mossyrock (http://pics4.city-data.com/cpicc/cfiles39502.jpg), an incredibly small town about 80 miles south from here. Raised there my entire life and out of the 700-some-odd people living there, roughly 600 are pack members, either born or turned. This is the second time I've traveled this far from home and the first time alone." Andrea bites her lip gently and allows her head to fall back onto his shoulder, her head turning slightly to peer up at him from beneath long, dark eyelashes. "Being with you... As far as I know no human has ever known so much without the Alpha's knowledge and express permission."<br><br>Visibly shaking herself, she offers a warm smile and raises her chin to brush her lips against his chin before taking his hand in hers, fingers threading through his as she leads him into the kitchen. "Come on, I'm sure the mini-fridge has something we can whip up from breakfast then we should go check out the damage <strong>someone</strong>," she playfully stresses the word with a wicked smile, "has done to your bedroom. I don't have much but at least let me pay for new sheets, I don't think the mattress took too much damage..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>17-09-2013, 23:05:15</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As he stands behind this beautiful lady, with his arms wrapped around her waist, his muscular forearms tighten lightly around her stomach to gently pull her back fully against his bare chest.&nbsp; Breathing in deeply, his nostrils flare a little as they take in the scent of the rich coffee that mixes with her own subtle scent.&nbsp; As that mixture registers deep within his mind, his eyes close as a low rumble of something close to pleasure reverberates through his chest; to where she can feel the sound more than hear it.&nbsp; But after that low sound fades, his own thoughts are turning inwards once again as she speaks.&nbsp; He was born and raised within the city, with little to no exposure to anything out of the ordinary.&nbsp; Oh sure, there were the odd things that always seemed to happen around him, but those couldn’t be anything significant.&nbsp; Everyone always thought they were special in some way, with some form of perception of the world that allowed them to see more than what was really there.&nbsp; He was no different, but had learned at an early age to keep his thoughts hidden, as nobody really wished to hear that he had thought he had seen something moving within the alleyway.&nbsp; It was simply an animal or a homeless person, or so he had come to convince himself all those years.&nbsp; Now?&nbsp; Now who knew what else lurked within the shadows.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Not realizing that he had been holding a breath for a little bit, his head dips down to touch his chin to her shoulder as he lets out a long sigh.&nbsp; Still keeping his eyes closed as he exhales, his head leans just enough to brush his cheek along hers.&nbsp; It seems that unconsciously he had a knack for imitating some of the other couples that she had seen, as the motion of his cheek along hers leaves a trail of his scent on her skin.&nbsp; Marking her in a subtle, yet clear manner, the gesture is a clear manner of reminding her that this is her place now.&nbsp; As she moves just a little within his arms to look out over the city, his arms tighten just enough to hold her close, and pause her from leaving so he can speak.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“You aren’t alone anymore though, you are with me.”&nbsp; The words are softly spoken, but there is a clear passion and belief to them.&nbsp; Just in the way he says the words, his tone and how his arms hold her against his chest, it is clear that he fully believes what he says.&nbsp; They are not a hollow platitude to make her feel better, or something said in a moment of muddle-headed passion, but instead just an honest expression that he will stand with her.&nbsp; Smiling then, his head turns so he may press another soft kiss to her cheek.&nbsp; “And as for being with me, well.&nbsp; I guess they will just have to deal with it?&nbsp; If they ever learn about us.&nbsp; But if you are from such a small town, do you really think they would come after you?&nbsp; Or could they even track you in the city?&nbsp; It is a rather large area to cover…people go missing every day.”&nbsp; Putting mirth into his voice, it is easy to tell that he is trying to cheer her up and bring her thoughts away from any dark places that she had turned to.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;With her pulling away and walking towards the small kitchenette, his hands give her own a little squeeze of support as he follows behind her.&nbsp; Grinning as his eyes dip down to watch her perfect litte rear sway from side to side as she walks, he can’t help but try something.&nbsp; Remembering last night how the two of them were able to share some form of thoughts without speech, he forms within his mind the thought of the two of them making their way to the mini-fridge.&nbsp; Once there, as she would open and look into it, his hands caress up her legs and lift the shirt she is wearing so he may have her bent over the fridge and slide deeply inside of her.&nbsp; Taking all of this within his mind, his fingers squeeze hers lightly as he tries to send it out of his own mind and towards her own.&nbsp; Watching her closely, his eyes are alight with curiosity as he wonders just how this will work now that the two of them are calm and mostly composed.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Well, <strong>someone</strong> better understand that I do enjoy silk sheets…”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>27-09-2013, 06:03:22</strong>
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				Whether his words are a mere statement of fact or an intentional solace of comfort it is impossible to say yet as the rich baritone of her lover's voice whispered against her ear and the strength of his arms enveloped her it is out of the question for her to not permit herself to be soothed. The nerves that had forced her hackles to rise as she mulled over her crimes slowly eased back and her body, protected against the curve of his own own, snuggles closer, her cheek briefly resting on the curve of his neck. Yet the mention of a member of her pack coming after her sends a cold chill down her spine. As she slowly walks to the black mini-fridge pressed between the wall and the counter, her mind cannot help recalling the names and faces of the men and women who had proved their valuablity in the pack with years of tracking experience to back them. <br><br>How could she tell Victor that, as far as she is aware of they could have trackers following them as experienced as Desmond who at no more than sixteen managed to track and dispatch a snow white rogue during the 1950 blizzard just north from Seattle? Or Anya who was kidnapped as a toddler and managed to cross several states to return home simply by tracking the stale scent of exhaust from the old pickup her kidnappers had used to transport her? Even Michael, the latest recruit, showed immense potential. Andrea knows that should her scorned mate truly desired her whereabouts and actions he would already know. For all she is aware someone could be reporting her misdemeanors as of this moment. The thought alone is enough to make her stomach churn and, gripping the counter tightly, she quickly focuses upon the task at hand.<br><br><em>Breakfast, right. I need to make breakfast,</em> bending low quickly, a grin tugs at her lips. Although their bond is hardly strong enough to convey descriptive, detailed messages, the grainy image she received thrilled her to no end. To accept her and everything her very existence means for the world is impressive enough on Victor's part but to willingly take part in experiencing what surely should have had the man running for the hills is a miracle in and of itself. But in truth it isn't merely the rush of emotions that left her breathless. Only upon composing herself does she precede to open the door only to close out again with a sigh, "well unless you want complementary nuts I'm thinking swinging through a bakery or Starbucks on our way to your apartment?" <br><br>Turning back towards him, Andrea moves to breeze past him, pausing just long enough to allow her nails to tease along his hip, feeling sparks dance between their skin. Standing on her toes, she leans in until her lips brush the delicate curve of his ear, her voice a purr. "As much as I enjoyed last night, taking me bent over the nearest object is too much of a repeat. How about we test out some of those thoughts we've shared so far? You never did get around to spanking my add." Eyes flashing golden brown and a wickedly playful smile tugging at her lips, she walks away, her hips swaying in a flirtatious rhythm. Gone is the pensive creature that had gazed out on the awakening city and all the remains of her existence is the mug still steaming by the small sink.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>07-10-2013, 00:57:23</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;After her little comment about the thoughts that he had tried to send through the link and into her mind, a wide smile comes over his face.&nbsp; Knowing now that at least it was not a dream, his thoughts turned to just what exactly could be done with this link.&nbsp; Could it be used over longer distances?&nbsp; What about more concrete thoughts?&nbsp; What about more esoteric, perhaps even nebulous concepts that are so personal in nature that languages can only approximate…&nbsp; His thoughts are interrupted by a sudden rumbling from just below his ribs.&nbsp; Blinking as he looks towards his stomach, she might catch a sheepish little grin as his hand spreads out and over himself.&nbsp; Turning away now, he can’t hide it as his stomach lets forth the rumble of ancient rocks tumbling down a trench deep within the ocean.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“I believe that something more than nuts is in order.”&nbsp; Speaking with clear mirth and joviality to his voice, there is a light behind his eyes that others might mistake for the reflection of the grey light that is filtering through the clouds and now open hotel room window.&nbsp; But as his gaze meets hers, she can see there is far more than a simple reflection of light there.&nbsp; A deeper something lies within this man, and just now is it choosing to come forth within his gaze and smile.&nbsp; It is as if this touch of more within him has been awakened by her, perhaps even responding to the she-wolf within her, rising upwards until it can be seen as he looks over her with pride.&nbsp; Stepping closer towards her, his smile remains as an arm slips around her waist.&nbsp; Holding his arm around her waist tightly in case she might decide to try and slip away, he then leans in and presses a quick kiss to her lips.&nbsp; “You my dear wolf, are simply irresistible, and even if it was a repeat, I would be honored to have you in that way.”&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Chuckling a little as he pulls back from her slowly, he then starts to gather up his few things.&nbsp; Dressing first, he looks towards the shower but actually lifts his hand to wave dismissively in the direction of it.&nbsp; It is clear that he has lived the life of a single man for a while, and now that he is getting back into a routine of things, she is seeing how he might act were he alone.&nbsp; Humming softly, it is at least mostly on tune as his pants are pulled upwards and around his waist.&nbsp; Tugging his shirt from where it had landed last night, he pulls it over his head before blinking as he realizes just all that he had been doing.&nbsp; Letting out a polite sounding but slightly embarrassed cough, he walks back to the stand that held his keys.&nbsp; “Food?&nbsp; Food.&nbsp; I think that is a good idea.&nbsp; Shall we?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>16-10-2013, 09:09:34</strong>
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				The low rumble is what causes Andrea to turn, half way down the hall towards the shower. With one hand on her hip a playful smile tugs at her lips as he turns to hide the small self-conscious grin that spreads across his face. Even embarrassed, Victor manages to make her heart flip in her chest and a smile curl her lips. How did this man wrap himself so firmly around her heart? Within such a small amount of time he has become so much to her: Alpha, companion, lover, and mate. Everything he has done, everything that he is, made her forget everything. Even now, peering up at him from beneath her eyelashes as she is, her arms wrapped intimately around his waist and her lips pressed warmly against his jaw as he speaks, she finds thinking of anything but the man before her an impossible feat.<br><br>“Well I don’t know about irresistible but I think I do a pretty good job,” laughing softly, her lips trail across his jaw to capture his earlobe between her teeth, tugging playfully. “Maybe after we get something to eat,” she pauses, her lips moving against his skin while her fingertips trace down the length of his back to tickle his sides, “we can give your mattress a quick test. Just to see if it is as ruined as we think of course.” With a wicked grin, she rolls her hips invitingly against his before she pulls away as his arms drop from their spot around her waist, carefully avoiding showing any sign of the loss she feels without the comforting weight of his arm draped around her. Shaking off the feeling as best as she can, she turns and leans against the wall after slipping his shirt from her body to hand it to him, her mind spinning.<br><br>Although she could hardly call herself an expert in all things supernatural, Andrea can at least sense something off in anything that is not fully human but Victor... Everything down to the tiniest particle of his body screamed human, every quirk and manner, from his scent to the gentle timber of his voice were evolved to fit that of a human yet when she watches him as she does now, seeing the light reflect in his eyes and the sure confidence behind his movements, she would bet her life that there is far more to this 'human' than meets the eye. Closing sapphire eyes, the same image that had presented itself the night before in the stairwell of his building resurfaces. She knows without a shadow of a doubt he would flourish on all levels with the dual nature of wolf and man, the two would become so closely intertwined it would be as though one never existed without the other. It would hardly take long for him to integrate himself into pack life, <em>'if he didn't find himself forming his own,'</em> the thought comes unbidden but nevertheless causes a wry smile to tug upon her lips. In truth, it is difficult for her to imagine her man as doing anything other.<br><br><em>'<strong>My</strong> man?'</em> Eyes snapping open, a small frown threatens to cross her lips. <em>'When did he become <strong>my</strong> man?'</em><br><br>Raising her eyes to meet his, hers reflecting the she-wolf desperate for his attention, she can vividly remember the words he spoke to her last night, whispered in a lover's tone or shouted in desperate hungry ecstasy, just as she could recall every expression that had crossed his features late into the night. She saw the need, felt the care, experienced the raw possession. He had held nothing from her and, in turn, she had given him her all.<br><br>With a wistful glance to the impressive bathroom they had not managed to reach last night, the raven-haired young woman buttons the tight, sheer top she had worn to the hotel the night before and slips the short skirt up and over her legs until the hem lay comfortably at her hips, barely resisting the urge to tug the fabric down in her modesty. She eyes the shirt he wore a tad dejectedly, missing the almost protection the large shirt provided in covering her body but manages to offer a warm smile as she sidles back up against her Alpha, her body finding its place easily against his side, tucked beneath his arm. Slipping her own arms around his waist, she nuzzles his side and playfully pats his stomach, "food is a definitely good idea." With that she tugs him by the arm towards the door, pausing long enough to each don their shoes and to patiently wait for him to snag his laptop's case before slipping into the empty hall.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>23-10-2013, 06:25:09</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Easily being tugged towards the door once his clothes were at least within some semblance of order, Victor still has the look of someone who had a <em>very</em> good night about him.&nbsp; Chuckling internally at her little wistful look towards the bathroom, she might sense within him an urge to go and clean off as well.&nbsp; But more, and urge to have her within there with him.&nbsp; Slammed against the wall, and servicing her owner in every possible way.&nbsp; Blinking slowly as those thoughts run through his mind, his hands actually stop moving for a few seconds as he questions just where that came from.&nbsp; Really, was he already thinking of her as his?&nbsp; Not just his for the night, or his date, but truly and completely his?&nbsp; The thoughts are quick, but yet something about them feels utterly right.&nbsp; Then shaking his head half to himself, he continues settling out his clothes in an attempt to look assembled.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Glancing back towards her as his hand wraps around the handle to his laptop case, he has to pause to look at her now that she is once again within that skimpy outfit.&nbsp; Smiling widely, there is just something about how she wears it, which even though she is more or less covered, makes her all that much more desirable.&nbsp; Well, there is the fact that it accentuates each and every little bit of her.&nbsp; And now that the light is brighter, all of the parts that were mesh are now completely see through.&nbsp; Stepping closer with his laptop case in hand, his other arm slips around her waist to pull her against his side.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Now you look gorgeous.”&nbsp; Leaning down by bending at the side, he presses a little kiss to the top of her head before his fingers trail down her spine and to that tiny skirt.&nbsp; Tugging upwards on the hem of it, he pulls the cloth around her waist a little higher so now the bottom parts of her ass is being shown to the world.&nbsp; “And now, you will walk just like that.”&nbsp; Before she has a chance to really react to this little ‘modification’ to her look, his hand grabs the handle to the door and pulls it open.&nbsp; Much to the surprised look of the housekeeping lady that is standing before the door.&nbsp; The Hispanic housekeeping lady looks Victor over, and then her eyes land upon Andrea.&nbsp; The lady’s eyes widen as they sweep over what Andrea is wearing, before her hand comes up to her chest.&nbsp; The lady looks like she was about to say something, but her voice is clearly caught in her throat.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Laughing just a bit as he smiles to the housekeeping lady, his hand lifts in a small wave before he tugs the strap of his laptop case up and over his shoulder.&nbsp; “Oh, we were just going to check out.&nbsp; Thank you for coming to check on us, and the hotel’s hospitality.”&nbsp; Moving past the lady now, his free hand motions for Andrea to follow along, despite the eyes on her.&nbsp; Heading towards the elevator, the two of them might hear the housekeeping lady murmur under her breath.&nbsp; “Lástima que no pudiera haber llegado antés . . . tal vez podría tener ofrecido a unirse.”&nbsp; (Too bad I could not have come sooner…maybe I could have offered to join)<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>05-11-2013, 19:53:33</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Leaning against the door while he gathers his computer, her eyes close ever so slightly as a small smile tugs at her lips, her mind instinctively reaching for his when she notices his momentary pause. Although their bond is still blindingly new, she finds as times passes that touching his thoughts is almost a need, her curiosity and a inner desire for contact demanding she follow the mental path that has tied them so firmly together in such a short period of time. Her smile widens as she catches the brief thoughts of pleasing her owner and tilts her head back against the door, her own thoughts similar to his own. When did this happen? When did a stranger consume her so completely that the thought of being so possessed sent a bolt of arousal lacing through her? When she left her parents' home just a few short days ago the last thing she had anticipated was to be where she stood now.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Biting her bottom lip gently, she allows herself to be lost in her own thoughts, searching for answers she simply does not have. Toying with the hem of her shirt, she jumps slightly as Victor's arm slips about her waist and pulling her close until her body is pressed into his own. Andrea lays her forehead against his shoulder and smiles as she feels his wandering touch travel down her back to the bottom of her skirt. Her hands spanning his chest, her body tenses in silent protest and she squirms in his hold, uncomfortable with Victor's sudden adjustment of her appearance. With wide eyes she is ushered out the door, nearly colliding with the housekeeping. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Blushing widely, she wrecks her brain for at least something to say but manages to mumble a quick, "Hola... Um la habitación era maravillosa...?" Her high school Spanish is rusting but, as she is led to the door, she recognizes some of what the housekeeping lady says before Andrea steps quickly into the elevator, her body pressed firmly against his in order to shield her bare skin from any prying eyes. "I'm starting to think you like other people seeing me naked," she pouts, watching him from beneath her eyelashes and gripping his shirt tightly to resist the urge to tug her skirt back into place. Eyes closed, the skin along the nape of her neck prickles with unease and she glances up just in time to catch the narrowed gaze of a young man just before the doors closed. The she-wolf growled low and her body tenses against Victor's, her eyes flashing; she didn't need any supernatural sense to know the person who saw them was far from human.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;A sick sense of anxiety slips through her and her earlier worries comes racing to the surface. Someone, somewhere is bound to talk and when that happens it would be just a matter of time.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>18-11-2013, 05:32:30</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As he steps into the elevator, Victor seems to be more or less oblivious to what is going on around him.&nbsp; He doesn’t notice the maid’s comment, or even Andrea’s little blush as she replies to the housekeeping lady.&nbsp; Instead, his feet carried him to the elevator and then inside of it.&nbsp; Something was nagging at the back of his mind, some little thought that had sprung up and now would not let go.&nbsp; What was going on here?&nbsp; She had mentioned coming from a pack, and even though he knew that it would be impossible for them to track her, why was there some little niggling thought in his mind about it?&nbsp; What was this connection between the two of them, and just how was it possible?&nbsp; For that matter, why was all of this just so natural?&nbsp; If anyone else had been presented with all of this, they would be checking themselves into an asylum.&nbsp; Let alone, if anything like this had happened in such a short of a time.&nbsp; Yet, here he was, not even batting an eye at the oddity of it all.&nbsp; It felt normal, it felt natural.&nbsp; It just was something that his lack of disbelief or shock was more concerning than the actual events that have unfolded.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Forcing these thougths from his mind as she follows him to the elevator, his lips curl upwards into a smile.&nbsp; Knowing that the elevator would have a camera within it, his arm slips around her waist to tug her against his side.&nbsp; Turning his head at the same time, his lips press lightly against her temple as he murmurs softly into her ear.&nbsp; “When I have a wolf that is as beautiful as you?&nbsp; You should more be surprised I do not have a collar and leash to you, so every person may know you fully belong to me.”&nbsp; Then kissing her temple again, his head turns towards the light that gives indication of the floor they are on.&nbsp; Waiting for the numbers to count down, his hand does not stray from her opposite hip though.&nbsp; Allowing her at least the modesty of the clothing that she has on, he waits in relative silence as the musak of the elevator plays.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Finally the bell of the elevator rings, and the doors open.&nbsp; From there, it is just a short walk to the front desk and the slightly surprised look of the receptionist behind the desk.&nbsp; It is beyond clear that she is not used to seeing ladies in such a state of dress, at least not at her hotel!&nbsp; But rather than the lady of last night, her expression flashes that surprise and then returns to a professional mask.&nbsp; Smiling the entire time as Victor pays for the room and checks out, she only leans forward a bit in her chair to watch the two of them leave the room.&nbsp; Breathing in a deep breath, he savors the air as for once there is a small break in the rain.&nbsp; Looking upwards towards the sky then, he sighs as the sounds of the city come flooding back to them both.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Food?&nbsp; Food.”&nbsp; The last word is spoken with a nod, before that little rumbling sound escapes his stomach again.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>21-11-2013, 19:49:54</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Taking the opportunity the somewhat private elevator permitted, she smooths her skirt down and presses her body against his, leaning into the delicate kiss placed against her skin. Unbidden, a pleased shiver runs down her spine at the thought of being collared and leashed by the man that had managed to take over her life and heart in a matter of hours. Never had such a thought created such a reaction within her. The thought of being treated as a possession had sent disgust coiling through her before but Victor.. There was something special about the man that makes her long to be with him, to please and obey him, something that she had refused to give her intended. Peering up at him discreetly as he studies the illuminated numbers ticking past she can still feel the strength of their bond and she marvels at the possibility of such a thing between their separate species. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<em>And what of the light that had shined within him?</em> She knows she had seen something just before they left, something not altogether human but she can sense nothing unordinary from him. Something had been awoken with in him, by her or by an inner timetable she is unsure but something supernatural lingered in the man and she does not think her lover is aware of it. With her cheek upon his chest hiding her expression, a frown tugs at her lips. There are so many things that can go wrong in this situation, she still fears discovery from her pack despite Victor's assurances that there is no way anyone could track her here and now her worry has grown to include the anomaly that is this man.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;At the elevator's ding, she walks on his arm into the lobby, smiling warmly at the far more courteous woman behind the desk as Victor took care of their room, inwardly wincing at the damage's cost and berating herself for losing control. Shifting nervously, she crosses her arms uncomfortably across her chest, watching men and women in professional attire come and go, some stopping to glance curiously at her much to her embarrassment before she is happily led out and onto the city's streets. Brushing her fingers through her hair, she glances up and down the street before glancing back up to him, a smile curling her lips. "Well 3.14 is a little mom and pop bakery in the White Center business district. The owners run it and I've stepped in a few times to escape the rain, they have the best pie in the world but their bacon and cheese scone is without a doubt heavenly!" <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Grinning as they hailed a cab, she snuggles into his side as they travel through the bustling morning traffic until they reached 16th street. There, they were dropped off at the corner and she tugs him by the hand until they stood just outside the door where she paused nervously. "The family is a bunch of sweethearts but you should know they aren't... Normal..." Biting her lip, she glances up at him before stepping close, her body flush against his own and she rises to her toes to whisper in his ear while her arms slip about his waist. To those passing by, the couple would appear as nothing more than a love-struck duo, to emersed in one another to pay attention to the world around them. "They're some of the few rogues that have managed to avoid being detected. They've managed to completely immerse themselves in human society but have been known to take in a few strays until they can get back on their feet. They're good people and they had offered me a place to stay before you came in and swept me off my feet," she pulls back with a playful smile, pressing a kiss to the tip of his nose, "my hero."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>06-12-2013, 08:55:31</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Three point one four…pi..”&nbsp; Victor shook his head slowly at the joke of it all, but still the idea of it sounded rather nice.&nbsp; Especially after the activity of last night, his body could use something of a refill, so to speak.&nbsp; So as he steps out to the sidewalk, his right arm lifts upwards to hail a cab.&nbsp; Keeping his laptop case tucked securely on his right shoulder, his left arm remains around her waist as he has her standing close against his side.&nbsp; Knowing that she still felt more than a bit exposed in this very revealing outfit of hers, he was offering his body as a bit of a shield against any prying eyes that might be passing by.&nbsp; Even though it was mid-morning on a weekday there were still a good amount of people out on the streets, and her outfit was something that certainly caught people’s eyes.&nbsp; Mother’s tugging children along were trying to distract the kids from staring at her, and men walking along were doing their best to not blatantly stare.&nbsp; Of course many were failing badly, and she might feel more than a few eyes lingering on her.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Thankfully though a cab comes along shortly, to which Victor opens the door and ushers her inside.&nbsp; Taking a seat beside her, his arm is soon wrapped back around her shoulders to tug her close against him.&nbsp; Smiling as his head turns, he presses a quick kiss to her temple while waiting for her to give the address to this place she had mentioned.&nbsp; Then as the cabbie laughs at it all, the two of them are soon riding through the streets towards food.&nbsp; It really could not happen soon enough for him, as his stomach was now in the process of doing a pretzel-knot impression.&nbsp; Squirming a little on the seat to get comfortable, the ride thankfully does not take long.&nbsp; Riding along in relative silence, he was somewhere between thinking of hunger and just still examining all of the things that have happened to him over the last near twenty-four hours.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Finally though, the cab comes to a lurching halt in front of store.&nbsp; Looking out of the window as he reaches for his wallet, Victor cannot help but chuckle again as he spies the logo there.&nbsp; After paying the cabbie, he opens the door and escorts his beautiful wolf out of the cab.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“So, what is good here?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>26-12-2013, 08:43:57</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"Just about anything you can get your hands on, truth be told. Their breads are all made from scratch and their paninis are to die for but personally I tend to go for the more sugary goods..." Her voice trails off slowly as she eyes the pies and cakes set in the window to be displayed to the hungry public. Feeling her stomach growl she slips her hand in his, their fingers entwined intimately, as she guides him through the front door into the nearly empty lobby. Empty of patrons, a young man busing the tables with one earbud in use while the other dangles haphazardly offers a distracted wave, not bothering to look up as he stacks the dirtied plates and cups onto a tray. Using one arm to hold the tray steady above the table's surface, he uses his free hand to tug the dish towel from his apron to whip the tabletop down. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Only when done does he glance up to offer a more welcoming greeting, "welcome to- Andrea! Thank God you're alright; mom's been going crazy worried about you," nearly tossing the tray back on the table, he throws the towel over his shoulder and moves to greet her. Tugging her out from beneath Victor's arm, she is swept into a bear hug, her feet completely leaving the ground making her squeal and laughingly demand to be set down. With a wrinkle of his nose did he allow her to slide down to the floor, "where have you been? You smell like sex," he pauses briefly, forcing himself to step back in order to get the full view of her attire, "I stand corrected. You <strong>look</strong> like sex."<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"Gee, what a gentleman. You sure know how to make a girl feel pretty, Kyle." She returns with a roll of her eyes, her body quickly sidling back up next to Victor's as soon as she is released, her breasts rising and falling against his side with every breath and her cheek gently laying against his chest. Slipping her arms around his waist, she peers warmly up at him, a smile tugging at her lips as she searches his eyes for so much as a clue as to what he was thinking. Kyle, uncomfortable and more than a little puzzled by the intimacy between the fabled 'monster' and the human, leaves them be to slip into the kitchen where a petite woman bustled to and fro. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Reminding one of a hummingbird, Mrs. Krasniy's energy is as unlimited as the imagination yet her temper could burn brighter than the fires she used for her baking, resulting in more than one fierce match between herself and her Grizzly of a husband. However, for all of her fiery personality, she loves her family with a devotion that could sway the Pope himself and it is with this devotion that she clings to as she rounds the corner from the kitchen, the broad smile that had curled her lips quickly leaving her face as she eyes the couple in her lobby. Stopping at the counter as Andrea raises her head to catch the older woman's narrowed gaze in confusion, Mrs. Kransniy turns a terrifying pale. "Вы! Несчастный человек! <strong>{You! Wretched creature!}</strong> Get out! I won't have you here! Оставьте! <strong>{Leave!}</strong>" <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Howling a chaotic mixture of Russian and broken English, the woman that had offered her a place to lay her head for the night rushes them from the restaurant, ignoring the fearful questions that fell from Andrea's lips. Once on the pavement, they could hear the lock <em>slic</em> into place just before curtains were violently drawn, giving a firm impression of the bakery never having been opened. Close to tears and trembling, Andrea blinks rapidly and swallows thickly, rolling her shoulders back in an effort to regain her composure before peeking up at her lover. "When I said they weren't normal that wasn't what I had meant..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>09-01-2014, 21:29:18</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Inclining his head as his wolf speaks of the breads and other assorted goodness to be found in this little store, his lips curl upwards into a bright smile.&nbsp; Even as his stomach lets out a little sound of needing to be filled, his fingers curl around hers when she slips her hand into his.&nbsp; As the two of them pass through the entrance and inside this little shop, his feet unconsciously falter.&nbsp; Not tripping, but there is a clear hesitation as he walks through the doorway.&nbsp; Something was off, something he could not place a finger on.&nbsp; His thoughts were lingering on that little feeling deep within his mind, while the hair on the back of his neck was standing up.&nbsp; But as soon as he was able to begin focusing on that unusual feeling, his concentration is broken by the man moving towards Andrea.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Watching along as this man tugs her from his embrace, the hair on the back of his neck actually does stand up now as this other person is pulling <em><strong>his</strong></em> lady into a hug.&nbsp; Deep within his throat, a little sound is forming while he continues to watch this.&nbsp; Almost a growl, Victor barely even recognized that he was making such a tone.&nbsp; But even as he comes to understand that he might be making a tone, his eyes narrow slightly as the man speaks about how Andrea looks and smells.&nbsp; A thought comes to mind, from somewhere in the depths of his subconscious, and Victor has to bite his tongue from actually speaking aloud.&nbsp; The thought was simple though, and with enough force that she might be able to pick up a hint of it through their link.&nbsp; It said that she did not smell or look of sex, but she smelled and looked like she belonged to Victor.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Despite his sudden rise of possessiveness, Victor manages to bite all of that back so that he can put a smile on his face.&nbsp; Nodding in the direction of the man, he steps up while offering his hand out towards this so called ‘Kyle’.&nbsp; But as soon as he is about to speak to introduce himself, the lady comes out to look them over.&nbsp; And when the cursing begins, his face registers utter confusion as the two of them are being oh so wonderfully ‘escorted’ out of the establishment.&nbsp; Once outside to hear the clicking of a lock, his face finally turns to look towards Andrea.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Well, you did say odd…&nbsp; Just ah, what was that all about?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>12-01-2014, 07:12:59</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"I said odd not completely bonkers," she mumbles, still bristling between hurt and fury. Blinking back wayward tears and squaring her shoulders, she thrusts a hand through her hair and turns to glare at the closed sign, "I mean I don't really know the family but how can they go from offering someone a place to stay for the night to screaming and throwing them out later like that?" Stepping close, she peers into a window, her hands rising around her eyes to block the glare of the seldom seen sun. "They aren't human. I don't see why they would-" <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Glancing up at Victor she frowns for a moment, her eyes roaming his frame curiously, "Victor, are you..." Pausing, she bites her lip before taking his hand in her own once more, threading her fingers through his as she steps into him. "How about we just catch a cab and eat at your place? At least no one will scream at us in Russian if we do that," smiling dryly as she speaks she stands on her toes to brush her lips against his chin, secretly relishing the sparks between them.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Stepping back once again, she steps out into the street to hail a cab, tugging him along behind her until they manage to find an empty cab. Once inside and after telling the portly man behind the wheel their destination, she turns to him with a coy smile, her body flush against his so that he can feel the slightest movement on her part. Nuzzling along the curve of his neck she nips his earlobe and tugs gently, her arms slipping around his neck as she all but purrs against him. "So I belong to you? When did this happen? I didn't take you as the possessive type, Victor," as she speaks her lips move gently against his neck, a butterfly's kiss more than a true caress. She lifts her head from his shoulder with a playful smirk, her fingertips toying absently with the collar of his shirt while she watches him from beneath her eyelashes, "and don't think I didn't hear that growl earlier. What was that about?"<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The cab driver, having discretely kept his eyes upon the road as they navigated the energizing city, clears his throat gently to catch the lovers' attentions as they pull up in front of the building. Andrea, a faint blush dusting her cheeks, carefully disentangles herself from Victor before slipping out of the cab, standing off to the side as she waits for him to join her. As she waits she recalls the thoughts that had flickered through his mind back in the hotel just before they left and, with a few revision of her own, sent him an image. Her body, bare and flushed from passion, is pinned between his own and the wall just next to his front door, a collar about her neck and his hand buried in her hair, holding her head up for a hungry kiss as she services her owner, giving him her all.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>17-01-2014, 08:28:28</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Managing a laugh as the two of them stand outside the now closed restaurant, his arm wraps around her after she pulls away from the window.&nbsp; Peering towards the shop, all he sees is their reflection as the sun peeks through the clouds to cause the windows to act like full length mirrors.&nbsp; Shrugging his shoulders as he huffs once, his face tilts down towards he as she speaks.&nbsp; “You said odd, perhaps they did not get the memo?”&nbsp; Trying to make light of a bad situation, his arms still remain wrapped around her as the two of them stand there.&nbsp; Looking a bit curiously confused, it shows on his face as she half asks that question of him.&nbsp; Slightly piecing together what she might be asking, he honestly had not a clue.&nbsp; He would know if he was not human, right?&nbsp; Surely he would, yes.&nbsp; How could he not?&nbsp; The moon, right?&nbsp; That would have made him shift at some point or another.&nbsp; Yeah, he couldn’t be anything other than a regular human.&nbsp; Well, perhaps a human with a bit of luck.&nbsp; He did have a gorgeous lady in his arms at the moment, so there was that luck.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Not answering or pressing her on that half-asked question, he instead nods as he takes a step back from her.&nbsp; Food really did sound good, and his stomach was currently telling him how much it wanted something inside of it.&nbsp; Really didn’t matter what at the moment, but it was either food or his backbone.&nbsp; And really, he would very much prefer to not having his stomach gnaw away at his spine.&nbsp; Or well, what felt like it.&nbsp; “Food.&nbsp; Yes.&nbsp; Food sounds good, we can stop at a drive-through on the way.”&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;After the cab is hailed and they are driving, he is distracted more than a bit by the thoughts sent his way.&nbsp; Certainly distracted enough to cause a tent within his pants, he only seems to come back to reality as she speaks in that low tone against his ear.&nbsp; Rumbling out a sound from deep within his throat, his eyes turn to catch hers as his arm slips around her shoulders.&nbsp; “Maybe…you bring that out in me.”&nbsp; His voice is a low sound, reverberating through his chest in the process as he pulls her closer against him.&nbsp; “The growl?”&nbsp; Honestly, he had barely even registered that he had made any such sound.&nbsp; But now as his mind goes over the events just a few minutes prior, she can catch the tips of his ears turning a slight pinkish shade.&nbsp; “I…growled?&nbsp; No, you must have been hearing things.”&nbsp; Then looking out the window as if showing a little embarrassment, he blinks as the cab pulls up to the curb in front of his apartment.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Well, it looks like we will be ordering food afterall?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>24-01-2014, 07:26:39</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;A quiet laugh bubbles from her throat when she realizes her affect on her companion, a small thrill rushing through her to quickly be replaced by an arousal that heated her blood and forced the breath from her lungs. Hours after their initial meet she still could not fathom how a human could cause such an effect within her. Everything about the man draws her in until she aches to belong to him, a desire she never before faced. Who is this man to cause such a reaction in her? What right does he have? None. Absolutely, utterly none. Yet those few, sparse moments her body isn't pressed against his own or her hand not captured within his made her long for him so that returning to his arms feels all the more like coming home.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;She adores him. It is a simple fact that with only the slightest resistance she accepts. In such a short amount of time she has learned to love and adore everything about him; from the playful way his lips quirk upwards as a deliciously wicked thought crosses his mind to the tenderness he shows when he holds her to him as they lay in bed, such an endearing action that makes her feel so safe. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;With a small half-smile, she watches as he joins her on the curb from beneath her eyelashes, relishing the freedom she has in simply enjoying a man's presence. The slight embarrassment he had shown back in the cab had made her heart flip in the most curious way so that when he reaches her she is hopeless to resist pressing an inviting kiss to his lips, her hips rocking against his subtly before she pulls away, slipping her hand in his. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Tugging gently she pulls him into the warmth of the building, "well come on, Mr. One-Track Mind, let's get you fed! I'm thinking scrambled eggs, bacon and some toast? Then maybe we can see if I can make you growl again." She laughs as they&nbsp; climb the stairs, pleased to note that without the Ben Wa balls the trek up the stairs were hardly a problem, both of them easily reaching their desired floor with only a slight pause as she attempted to send him an image of her cooking in a rather revealing maid's costume. (http://image.dhgate.com/albu_315041074_00-1.0x0/sexy-women-s-french-maid-costume-fantasy.jpg) <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Just outside the door, however, her smile fades. The slightest scent... There and gone again... Something is off... The she-wolf snarls causing a low growl to slip from Andrea's lips, tension tightening her shoulders as she waits on the other side of the door for a heartbeat. Taking a deep breath, she places her palm on the wood and the door swings open without any resistance, in truth barely hanging on its frame. Inside someone had torn the place apart in search of something. Books, more than one with its pages ripped out, littered the ground, the bookcase having been tipped over, the remains of wooden chair lay in a heap in a corner, and the couch's upholstery now sported several deep furrows. The farther into the apartment she walks the worse the damage gets. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;His bedroom supports the worse of the destruction, the bed having been completely torn to pieces, its frame splintered in several places. With a shaking hand she reaches out to touch the once beautifully crafted wardrobe but quickly pulls back again from it's gouged surface, instead wrapping her arms tightly about her waist. Tattered remains of clothing littered the floor and, acting on a guess, she peers into the bathroom where her suspicions are confirmed. The clothing, <strong>her</strong> clothing, that she had dropped last night before stepping into the shower had been removed and, although she searches through the wreckage, there is no sign of them throughout the apartment.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"Victor, I-" Unable to continue the sentence she quiets herself, a quivering hand coming up to cover her mouth for fear the tears that fall may be given voice. Swallowing thickly she attempts to speak again, "I am so sorry I didn't think they would... I didn't know...."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>25-01-2014, 10:45:42</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Any thoughts that might have been within his mind as the two of them make their way up to his apartment are utterly gone now.&nbsp; The arousal from the thoughts that had been sent his way, the feeling of pure contentment, and even the feeling that things were going right.&nbsp; All of them were ripped away the moment his fingers turn the knob and press the door of his apartment open.&nbsp; Looking in to see the destruction within, his foot is almost hesitant to cross the threshold.&nbsp; This was his place, his.&nbsp; And now, someone had come inside and rooted around.&nbsp; No, they had done more than that.&nbsp; This was a message, and a very loud one at that.&nbsp; Gritting his teeth together as his foot crosses archway of his door, he keeps the momentum up as takes a few more steps into the main room.&nbsp; Looking around without saying a word, his body has gone completely tense now.&nbsp; Sure, he had halfway expected some form of resistance, given what she had said about her running away.&nbsp; But this?&nbsp; This was unacceptable.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As his feet carry him past the little entrance to the main room, his arms go slack to allow his satchel now to drop to the floor.&nbsp; Landing with a thunk along the ruined carpet, he did not even care about whatever might have been within it.&nbsp; He could have been carrying fine china for all he cared, it would have been dropped and left behind all the same.&nbsp; Striding through the destruction of his living room, he now makes his way towards the bedroom.&nbsp; Within the back of his mind, something was stirring.&nbsp; Something old, something long forgotten and long asleep.&nbsp; And as he surveys the damage to his room, his personal space, a low growl was forming in his throat.&nbsp; Not realizing just what he was doing, it was a lower and far more dangerous growl than the little possessive sound he had made before.&nbsp; No, this was a sound of anger, of pure rage. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;If Andrea were to look over towards him as that low sound was forming within his throat, the light shining through the shredded curtains hits his eyes.&nbsp; Flashing pure yellow for a brief moment, it was not just the yellow of sunlight being cast off eyes.&nbsp; It was deeper, golden really, with his irises and pupils being nothing more than tiny black dots in those pools of gold.&nbsp; The light passes as quickly as it came, and his eyes return to their normal look in an instant.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“They…&nbsp; They did this on purpose.&nbsp; It was not just one that did this..”&nbsp; Speaking in a halting tone, he could barely form words as his jaws clenched together.&nbsp; Grinding teeth against teeth, the low sound in his throat was combining with the noise of his teeth.&nbsp; It was a familiar sound, and not a pleasant one.&nbsp; It was the sound of pure rage, the type of rage that can only lead to violence.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>30-01-2014, 02:01:36</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Several moments pass as she surveys the damage, ignoring the tears that trickle down the curve of her cheeks. This should never have happened. Victor should never have been put in this situation and yet for her own selfish reasons he had been thrust into the middle of a conflict he shouldn't have known about. With quietly gasping breaths, she turns slightly and glances to the door. What are the chances, if she left now, that he would be free from the men and women responsible for this? If she were found so be it but she could not bear the thought of him being hurt. Engrossed in her thoughts, the low growl in the back of his throat jerks her to attention, making her bodily jump with surprise and completely turning to face him.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Although it was the sound that had captured her attention, the brief golden hue that flickers to life in his eyes is what keeps her from slipping out the door in a coward's attempt to protect him. Her arms drop from their hold about her waist and, although tears still cloud her vision and dampen her cheeks, she approaches him. Cupping his face between her palms after he finishes speaking, she pulls him down towards her, sapphire eyes searching his with a feverish, almost desperate impatience. Surely if she had seen what she thought she had then he would be safe. There were no laws against revealing oneself to another. At least none she is aware of. She waits for several heartbeats, impatiently looking for that golden flare of life.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;When none comes, a frown crosses her features. She knows she saw it. This time there was no artificial lighting that could possibly create such an affect, no barely there glance to diminish the possibility such a thing occurred. Inside the she-wolf howls for an answer and the fine hairs along the back of Andrea's neck stand at attention. She refuses to even entertain the idea that what she saw isn't real. "Why are you hiding?" The question is asked quietly, no more than a whispered breath against his skin, before she pulls away and releases him. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"Victor, I am so sorry," this time when she speaks her voice is louder, clearer. "I never meant to bring this to you. I think... I think if I leave now they'll chase after me but someone might tail you for a while until you're determined to not be a threat."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>30-01-2014, 07:20:47</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Not wanting to turn away from where his eyes are still looking over the damage to his room, he actually resists looking to her for a long moment.&nbsp; She is able to soothe him though, as her hands come up to cup his cheeks.&nbsp; The smooth skin of her palms rubs over the slight stubble that has grown along his cheeks, sending little tingles through his face.&nbsp; Mixed with the natural sensation of when they touch, she is able to pull his attention away from that dark place that had been forming in his mind.&nbsp; Blinking now as his head is tugged down to look towards her, the look within his eyes has faded.&nbsp; Back to their normal color, they still retain the mixture of feelings that is swirling around within his mind.&nbsp; Anger, hurt, rage, a sense of violation.&nbsp; All of those are easily seen within his eyes, and rightfully so.&nbsp; Someone had broken into his house, his domain, his <strong>room</strong> even!&nbsp; And not just had they ruined his sense of peace, they had gone out of their way to damage everything that might have represented the two of them.&nbsp; It was a message, that is clear, and it did not take any great intelligence to figure out.&nbsp; Someone desperately did not wish them to be together.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Andrea’s soft words, spoken in that whispered yet oh so curious voice is almost missed.&nbsp; It takes his brain a few seconds to come to the conclusion that all of the momentary feelings must be set to the side, so that he has the ability to think and deal with it all.&nbsp; So as her hands are still holding his cheeks, his head lifts upwards while speaking in a quiet voice of his own.&nbsp; “What..am I?&nbsp; I am me, why?&nbsp; I am not like you, I am just a human.”&nbsp; What was he?&nbsp; What type of question is that?&nbsp; But yet, there were little lingering doubts within the back of his mind.&nbsp; He has met a werewolf, a creature of myth and legend, and yet he had not freaked out.&nbsp; Was something in his brain that broken?&nbsp; Was he in reality in the corner of some padded cell, and all of this was just an hallucination?&nbsp; No, this was real.&nbsp; All too real, as his eyes look over the devastation of his room once again.&nbsp; But yet, something in the back of his mind wanted out.&nbsp; Something wanted his attention, and badly, even if it was just a tiny little thing at the moment.&nbsp; So that spark tries to be heard, tries to be noticed, yet is ultimately passed over as he forces his thoughts back to the present.&nbsp; He had to make certain that the people who did this could not do so again, he had to…&nbsp; Wait.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Leave?&nbsp; What are you talking about?”&nbsp; Snapping his head back to look into her eyes now, his brows furrow together as if she was speaking madness.&nbsp; “You are going nowhere Andrea.&nbsp; Well, perhaps somewhere for food..&nbsp; But in the long run, you are mine.&nbsp; I am not going to be intimidated so easily.&nbsp; A little destruction to my apartment is not enough to make me give you up…&nbsp; No.”&nbsp; Shaking his head now, he leans in to steal a quick kiss from her lips.&nbsp; As he moves back from that kiss, there it is again.&nbsp; A sense of something more, something deeper and hiding within him.&nbsp; Just begging to be released, if it could ever get the attention it needed to fully form.&nbsp; “We will find a way to deal with this.&nbsp; We will find a way, for <strong>us</strong> to live and be happy.&nbsp; Andrea, you belong with me.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>09-02-2014, 08:26:42</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;His words, so soft and quiet, are met with silence. Only the slight furrow of her brow and suddenly pursed lips are indication she had heard him. He seems certain he is human yet meeting his eyes she is positive she had seen the sheen on animal beneath the humanistic facade. Her only true question is why? Why did he hide from her? She doubts he is aware of the subconscious effort he has taken to conceal what lays beneath his skin but why would he feel the need to bury it and for so long? With a frustrated sigh she steps into him, her body presses into the shelter of his own and her head finds its spot just beneath his shoulder. The mystery that was her man both intrigued and infuriated her until her mind spun with possibilities. He is right in a sense. He isn't like her. The wolf is too restless to lay dormant and even if it wasn't the scent of wolf, a familiar badge she wears with a pride, would have told her. Tilting her head up gently the tip of her nose is tickled by the prickly growth at his jaw and a small smile curls her lips. He smells of her, of the softener from the hotel's sheets, of man...<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Gently biting her lip she presses herself closer and mentally shakes herself. She shouldn't be thinking like that when his home had been so violated but... She can still feel him buried deeply within her; still feel his hand encircling the slender column of her throat; still feel his heavy weight, far more a comforting presence than anything else, pressing her into the mattress or against the hard, unyielding counter top. A shiver slips down her spine and her fingertips lay against his hip, caressing in a gentle motion. She shouldn't be doing this. She should be half way down the stairs by now, the more time she spent with Victor the more endangered he becomes. She needs to leave, needs to put distance between them, needs to-<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;As though aware of the thoughts storming her mind he draws her into a kiss and firmly silences all half-made plans. With the softest of sounds she surrenders into him, her body melting into his and her breath catching in her throat. When he pulls away to speak she blinks up at him and a small whimper threatens to fall from her lips, instead her fingers found the fabric of his shirt at hist chest curling in the material gently. Lowering her gaze she finds the buttons on his shirt briefly fascinating. She doesn't know what they were going to do but with his quiet assurances of her place with him she found the will to simply relax against him and trust whatever plan he may have. Although she could still see the delicate shimmer of gold flashing in his eyes she refuses to let her questions consume her. Later, perhaps once they've sorted through the mess that had been left for them, she might have the luxury to question the man in her arms. Until then she rises to her toes to brush another kiss to his lips, a lingering caress meant to sooth both of them. When she finally pulls back it's to whisper against his lips before invoking another deeper kiss, "I'm yours."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>14-02-2014, 22:30:50</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Languishing deep within his within his mind, within his soul actually, a great and terrible beast was slowly blinking a single eye open.&nbsp; It was a lazy creature, not one to expend energy if it did not have to.&nbsp; And if this creature had its way, a warm bit of sun would be its preferred day.&nbsp; Lounging deep within this man’s soul, this creature tried to slowly close its eye once again, to return to its long slumber.&nbsp; But something prevented it, something was wrong with this situation.&nbsp; There was another creature near, something similar but certainly not the same.&nbsp; As well, others of that creature’s kind had invaded its domain.&nbsp; Unable to fully rest now that such events have occurred, this creature in the back of Victor’s mind and soul now rumbles a bit of a protest at sleeping for so long.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Unknowing what is going on deep within him, Victor keeps his arms tightly around his little wolf.&nbsp; The apartment can be fixed, the mess can be cleaned, and given time they can even get over the sense of intrusion and violation.&nbsp; Shaking his head once as her head lowers to look at his chest, he then leans down just enough to press a soft kiss to her brow.&nbsp; Letting his lips linger against her skin, his arms tighten around her frame in a protective manner.&nbsp; She was his, and he would protect her at all costs.&nbsp; As well, nothing would come between them, and her family would just have to learn to accept this fact.&nbsp; The thoughts come up from somewhere in his brain, a primal and older place that he never really had to access.&nbsp; Almost surprising himself at the sudden intensity of those thoughts, he is then soothed by the touch to his lips.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Smiling as his eyes close now, his lips press back against hers once she has spoken.&nbsp; Rumbling out a soft sound of pleasure as their lips linger together, his own part slowly.&nbsp; Flicking his tongue out along hers, his head tilts to once side so that they may lock themselves further in the kiss.&nbsp; Deepening it in a manner to ease away any worries of before, his arms around her hold her body against his frame tightly.&nbsp; Trying to have them nearly meld together for those long moments, he finally has to pull back for a deep breath.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Showing his care and affection for her with a simple look, his head then dips in a small nod as if saying they will get through this.&nbsp; The look within his eyes has not faded now, with that ‘something’ still residing behind his gaze.&nbsp; Even though he might not know what is within him or even what is fully going on here, the creature within him is stirring.&nbsp; His lair, his den has been invaded and now is the time to retaliate.&nbsp; The time for him to show that the two of them are not to be messed with.&nbsp; She was his, and there is nothing they shall do about it.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Andrea, my little wolf, we will make it through this.”&nbsp; Lifting his head slowly, his shoulders slump in a bit of a sigh.&nbsp; “Well, I think it is time we cleaned up?&nbsp; And still, food.&nbsp; Really still need to get some!”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>16-02-2014, 08:46:53</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;A smile crosses her lips. It was such a small thing really that caused it. An action she wonders if he was all that aware of. The way his arms had tightened about her, the gentlest caress of his lips against her skin, the slight nod he offered. So protective, caring, strong. In such a short amount of time he had become her rock so that when he wraps her up as he has done she eases into his offered comfort, reveling in the feminine quality of her own form pressing against his own and finding herself yielding to the quiet self-assurance in his voice and his actions. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Her smile merely broadens as her lips are claimed by his, her arms slipping about his neck with the faintest of whimpers in the back of her throat turned into a soft whine as he pulls away on a breath. She pouts gently up at him and raises to her toes to brush her lips against his again before ducking under his arm. Standing in the bedroom's doorway, she winces slightly and bends to snag one of his shirts from the floor. "Why don't you... I don't know, see what you can do to make this place not feel so..." <em>Violated.</em> The word hangs on the air between them and she swallows thickly. "I'll go see what I can put together for breakfast." Biting her lip, the shirt still clenched in her hand to be tugged at with nervous energy, she slips from the room and carefully makes her way back towards the kitchen. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Standing in the doorway there, she winces again. Not even his kitchen was spared from the destruction. Books and loose sheets of paper from the bookshelf lay scattered on the wooden floor at far too close of range of puddles of water, splatters of flour and a half gallon jug of milk that had been knocked over and left to hang half out of the open fridge door. Suddenly bone-weary, she rubs her eyes and sets the shirt on the counter before setting out to straighten at least some things. She picks up the pages and the books, setting them carefully out of the way only to tackle the rest, quickly finishing despite the flour that caked her borrowed clothing. Slipping from the dirtied clothing she pulls his shirt over her head with a quiet laugh as the hem manages to nearly touch her knees and, after pausing to smile and snuggle deeper into the fabric that smells to keenly of her man, she sets about searching the fridge.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"French toast it is," she mumbles snagging what little milk remained and a couple of eggs. Snagging cinnamon from the pantry and the bread from the counter, she spends several moments peeking through cupboards in search of a skillet and bowl before following a routine so familiar it had become instinctive years ago. While her hands follows the usual pattern her mind wanders, struggling to understand the enigma that this man had become for her. Despite claiming he is human she is certain she can sense something about him, something long buried. Her thoughts begin running in circles yet with every lap she is certain the answer lay just out of reach, so obviously clear that she is insisting on overlooking it. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>18-02-2014, 09:09:10</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Feeling and looking less than happy as she slips out from his arms, he fakes a bit of a pout when she steps away.&nbsp; At least when she bends over to grab one of his shirts, his eyes light up at the sight of her beautiful rear poking out even further due to her positioning.&nbsp; Moving quickly behind her as she is still bent over to pick up that shirt, his hand snakes out to quickly land an open palmed spank to her rear.&nbsp; Not landing hard upon her, it is still a sign from him that he is not going to let all of this get him too down.&nbsp; Still though, he could feel how her words hung unfinished on the air.&nbsp; He knew the last word of what she was going to say, even if he could not bring himself to say it either.&nbsp; But, he manages a nod to her as she leaves the room.&nbsp; Everything will work out, he is trying to say.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Once she is gone from the room however, his shoulders slump a bit.&nbsp; This was almost too much to take, and he just wanted to scream.&nbsp; Either that, or toss everything off of his bed and curl up there for a long time.&nbsp; Maybe when he woke, everything would just be better and it come out that this was all a dream.&nbsp; Shaking his head slowly as he sighs, he knew that it wouldn’t make a difference.&nbsp; Somehow or another, this was his life now, and he had to make the best of it.&nbsp; So as he forces his body into motion, his thoughts start to clear up a bit.&nbsp; Action always helps, he thinks to himself, as he starts to pick up a few things from the floor.&nbsp; A path to walk through would be the best place to start, as well it would allow him to see just what has been destroyed and what hasn’t been.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As she makes little sounds within the kitchen, he is working within his room.&nbsp; That is, until he comes across a picture frame that had been clearly tossed from where it had been on his dresser.&nbsp; The frame had been thrown across the room with enough force to dent and tear his drywall on the opposite side of the room, before falling down to break on the floor.&nbsp; Shaking his head as he picks the frame up, he is careful to not cut himself on the shattered glass.&nbsp; Turning it over to look at the image, it is one from when he was a teenager.&nbsp; His mother and father are to his sides, and it was when the three of them were together on vacation.&nbsp; Blinking as that feeling from deep within him grows slightly, a scene flashes through his brain suddenly.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It was when they were on vacation, and they decided to stop at a roadside zoo.&nbsp; One of the small attractions that have a few old animals, but enough for themselves to try and call it a zoo.&nbsp; He hadn’t really wanted to go, but his father was the type to love all of those little roadside attractions.&nbsp; But what stands out in his memory, was as they were going through the zoo, all of the large cats seemed to react to him.&nbsp; Even if they had otherwise been sleeping or otherwise preoccupied, whenever he had passed by their cages, they had either come up to inspect or started to make noises.&nbsp; The old lion within the zoo had even started to roar and make other noises once he had moved out of sight, and only quieted down when he walked back into sight for a while.&nbsp; Almost as if trying to communicate, or saying one last goodbye before having to leave the zoo.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Blinking as he comes back to the present now, his nose was what had brought him out of it as he could smell something wonderful wafting along the air out of his kitchen.&nbsp; His stomach rumbles in acknowledgement as well, while he stares down at the picture frame in his hand.&nbsp; Why would he think of something like that right now?&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>28-02-2014, 09:59:56</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"Victor!" She hollers for him as she tosses a couple of pieces of their rather late breakfast onto a plate and set it aside for him before slapping several more wet pieces of bread on the skillet. She leans over the counter for a brief moment, biting her lip as she absently toys with the plastic spatula she had discovered when rummaging for everything she needed before she tosses it aside. Andrea runs a trembling hand through her hair before yanking open the fridge's door again to peer inside her nails making a delicate clicking as she skitters them across the metal handle. "What kind of man doesn't have bacon?" She mumbles under her breath while a careful hand pushes aside different items, catching a wayward apple threatening to roll away and barely stopping a half empty bottled water from splashing down on top of her.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; With nervous energy making her jittery she eventually settles on snagging a coil of kielbasa and what little remained of the milk before returning to the counter in time to flip the french toast. Finding a knife, she quickly cuts away the thin plastic covering the sausage before dividing it into several large chunks and tossing them into a separate pan to be fried. She pauses again, leaning one hip against the counter while her thumb taps a haphazard tempo against the top then turns on her heel having remembered the powdered sugar. A small part of her feels guilty for invading his kitchen as she has, taking over in such a way that, after setting the sugar aside, reaching for a glass and welcoming herself to the milk comes without a second thought.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Closing her eyes, she places the cool glass against the side of her neck and sighs quietly. The wolf still paces irritably within making tension run taut beneath her skin. Everytime she settles down long enough to breath her constant worries threaten to choke her so that she gasps for breath and busies herself again, inwardly berating herself for letting her fears overcome her. From the moment she had slipped from Victor's grasp, her rear still reddened and slightly burning from his hand as she rushed down the hall, she had puzzled over the enigma that had become her master; a mystery she was loathe to admit she threw herself into to avoid thinking of the problem at hand. Now, however, with her eyes still closed and surrounded by the homey warmth she had generated in the kitchen, she reaches out for a telltale sign of the intruders. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Instinctively she knows whoever had broken is one of her own. Yet, despite having a steady grasp on her senses and the world around her, she simply does not have enough experience in Victor's home to determine what is common and what is not nor is she a truly exceptional tracker. Certainly she can smell wolf, the scent far too raw and potent to miss but the owner continues to remain out of reach for her. Frustrated tears prick her eyes and she blinks irritably before moving to save the french toast and kielbasa from becoming crispy critters in a pan. Clearing her throat she finishes off the last bit of milk from her glass before calling for her lover again as she sets the pans in the sink with a small reminder to take of them after they eat. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Grabbing a towel, she dries her hands as she returns to his bedroom, his shirt rustling gently at her thighs and earning a blush as she tugs the fabric down further to avoid revealing just how bare she is beneath. Leaning against the doorframe she watches him in silence for a moment as he studies the frame in his hand, giving him a moment to come back to her before approaching. Slipping her arms about his waist from behind, she lays her head on his back after a gentle kiss between his shoulderblades, rubbing back and forth gently against his chest. "Hi," she whispers against him as they stand among the destruction, her voice hushed by the stillness that had fallen in the apartment.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>07-03-2014, 10:10:43</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Something deep within his soul was trying to speak, and that something was choosing now to try and come forth.&nbsp; As his hand tightens on the frame of the picture that he still is staring at, he cannot help but wonder what it is that was trying to be said.&nbsp; Something was off, and more than just his apartment being broken into.&nbsp; More than the lady, the wolf, he now was calling his own even.&nbsp; It just has become a nagging, niggling, tiny little scratching feeling at the back of his mind now.&nbsp; Blinking slowly as his eyes come back to focus on the picture within his hands, a faint smile comes to his lips.&nbsp; Tracing where a claw had scratched the frame, the faint smile upon his lips grows wider but in a dangerous manner.&nbsp; As his eyes tear away from the picture its self, he glances down towards the claw marks now.&nbsp; Nodding once as the hair along the back of his neck was starting to stand on end, a low thrum of energy was starting to pour from him.&nbsp; Akin to the feeling of being in a room with too many electronic devices turned on, it fades as quickly as it forms when she walks in the room.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Turning his head now as he can feel her arms slip around him, a little shiver runs the length of his spine at her kiss.&nbsp; Closing his eyes as his body leans back against her, he is careful to not put too much of his weight against her though.&nbsp; A low and soft murr passes his lips as her hands caress his chest, while he holds the picture in one hand.&nbsp; “Hello you.”&nbsp; Speaking in a soft tone, his voice carries a heavy note of weariness upon it.&nbsp; Not any sort of physical exhaustion, but that of a mental state of just being done.&nbsp; He wouldn’t even know how to explain it if she asked.&nbsp; Hell, he wasn’t even sure that he fully understood the feeling within himself.&nbsp; It was just there, and a tiny bit of it escaped through his voice now.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Turning slowly within her arms, his hand still has a hold of the picture while his other moves upwards and around her waist.&nbsp; Offering a faint smile as he leans in, his lips lightly brush long hers before he forces a bit of energy to his voice.&nbsp; “After breakfast, we will clean up a small bit.&nbsp; No use in letting the food get cold…”&nbsp; Smiling a bit more now, he tries his best to put on a good front for her.&nbsp; To appear normal and strong, despite all that has happened.&nbsp; And to hide that urge to rip something to shreds, deep within his mind.&nbsp; That was not something even he wished to really face at this moment.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>13-03-2014, 22:54:55</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; The exhaustion in his voice when he greets her tugs at her heart and her arms tighten about his waist in a comforting squeeze. Her forehead rests against his back as he leans into her and her very lips ache to pepper kisses where ever she can reach until the smile she adores returns to grace his lips. Yet she remains still. A patient ear to listen without prying despite the curiosity that is aroused as she chances a glance to the framed photograph in his hand. A fond memory perhaps with what seems to be his parents? Questions about his family rest uncomfortably on her tongue until he turns in her arms and she is able to clearly see just how hard he is trying to be so strong.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Although the brush of his lips against hers is brief at first, as soon as his voice trails off she tightens her arms again around his waist. Her lips once again meet his, her body arching against his own to press tightly against his own. Slowly she pulls back away from him. She adores the way he clings to his composure in front of her, standing proud to give her something to cling to during the chaotic uncertainty she is feeling. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; A long moment occurs after their kiss in which she remains silent, peering up at him almost expectantly. There is something there, just out of sight. Like a shadow one catches out of the corner of her eye, every time she thinks she might catch him coming forth he retreats just enough to remain out of sight. The cat and mouse game he insists on playing is enough to make her grind her teeth in utter frustration. As unlikely as the possibility is she has begun accepting that he doesn't understand whatever he had long ago buried yet this knowledge did little to ease the exasperation that nearly had her shaking the poor man in front of her. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; After the moment passes she smiles gently and presses another kiss to the corner of his lips before reaching for the frame in his hand. Gently she sets it on the bedside table before slipping her hand through his and pulling him out of the room. She leads him down the hall, a blush coloring her cheeks whenever his shirt rides up her thighs.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>31-03-2014, 06:39:02</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The kiss and embrace of his lady was enough to set his mind at ease.&nbsp; Surprisingly enough, even though his lust was rising for her, it was a comforting feeling.&nbsp; His woman in his arms, her skin against his own, these just felt right to him and soon enough his mind has mostly passed on from the thoughts of his room.&nbsp; A thought still lingers about his parents, but in truth that is something that can wait he decides.&nbsp; For now, he is content to lower his head and press his lips softly back against his lady’s.&nbsp; Keeping the kiss for as long as he might, his lips are curling upwards into the barest hint of a smile now.&nbsp; “I think that we can clean later.”&nbsp; Speaking softly as he turns to follow her out of his room, he spares one last glance towards the picture of his family before looking away. <br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Walking behind her now, his eyes are drawn lower and lower along her frame, as if gravity had somehow become all that much greater for his gaze.&nbsp; Smiling as his eyes catch little hints and teases of her rear peeking out from under his shirt as she walks, he cannot help but chuckle a little.&nbsp; Each time her hands tug his shirt down, there is this little urge within him to reach out and pull it back up.&nbsp; As her hands reach behind her for another time though, his own dart forward.&nbsp; Chuckling a little, he tugs the shirt upwards now and above her pert rear.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Not quite sure I should even let you have clothing.”&nbsp; As the two now are at the entrance to his kitchen, he has a playful smirk to his face.&nbsp; Waiting for her to turn around, he is grinning and soon has his arms around her in a tight embrace.&nbsp; Before she might protest or even say a word, his head leans in to press his lips to hers.&nbsp; Kissing her softly at first, his eyes soon close while his lips part.&nbsp; Flicking out his tongue, he seeks out hers for a brief moment before pulling back.&nbsp; Just enough to tease her with the kiss, he then looks around the kitchen.&nbsp; “So!&nbsp; Food?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>09-04-2014, 06:35:31</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; She squeaks out a protest when his shirt's hem is forced rudely upward causing her to turn into him. A playful pout crosses her lips as he speaks of not allowing her clothing and her hand itches to tug the shirt back into place, restrained only by hooking her index finger through one of his belt loops. Peering up at him from beneath a curtain of dark eyelashes, a smile tugs at her lips quickly outshining the blush that still remained upon her cheeks after the sweet kiss they shared in the bedroom. Her lips part to respond, a teasing sarcastic remark on the tip of her tongue, before they're claimed in another of his kisses.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Unlike the tender, loving embrace the lovers experienced amidst the chaos of the upheaved bedroom, this kiss held a note of frantic need underlying and enhancing the natural passion. Or it could be her own rising hunger skirting the edge of desperation. An attempt to lose herself in the pillar of strength and control he had already shown himself to be rather than face the hopeless - if not terrifying - future ahead of them. All too eagerly she throws herself into the lustful fires ignited within so that her body arches provocatively against his own. Rational is pushed aside and, at least for this brief moment in time, she revels in the slick need that grows between her thighs and the answering bay of the she-wolf lurking behind blue eyes.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Yet he leaves her far too willingly. He breaks the kiss with thoughts of a full belly ahead and the pout that had tugged at her lips returns full force at the injustice of such a tease. "No clothing?" She murmurs as she watches him. Any thoughts that might have crossed her mind to let him eat in peace after she distractedly points to the still steaming plates set atop of the kitchen's bar never so much as make an appearance. Instead, as he leaves her to eat, her fingers find the hindering buttons of his shirt and tugs the fabric away from her body to allow it to flutter to the floor around her feet. Stepping towards him, she plies the length of her body against his back and nuzzles behind his ear, her arms slipping around his waist to free him from the confines of his pants. "So like this, sir?"<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Slipping around him, she falls to her hands and knees to crawl between him and the wall a few mere inches from his knees. With her back to the polished wood, she nuzzles up along his leg, shivering as the rough denim drag along her skin. Playfully, a mock punishment for the dreadful teasing he put her through, she bites his inner thigh through his pants before turning her enthusiastic affections to his exposed length. The tip of her tongue traces veins and ridges with an explorative desire, her hands finding his bent knees in a tight grip just as her lips wrap firmly around his cock, a moan rising from beneath the countertop.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>12-04-2014, 09:43:57</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Any thoughts that have might crossed his mind, any teasing remarks or even any attempts to try and find food were essentially gone.&nbsp; Mutely nodding as her fingers free his shirt from her body, a low sigh of pure bliss escapes his parted lips for a moment as she drags herself down to end up kneeling before him.&nbsp; While on some level he knew what was coming next?&nbsp; There is a clear difference between knowing and experiencing.&nbsp; So as her teeth brush against his thigh, he gasps a little.&nbsp; Groaning now as her lips wrap around his already erect flesh, he has to swallow to both clear his throat and mind.&nbsp; Forcing thoughts to the back of his mind now, some little part of him rose to the occasion.&nbsp; At least, a thought as his body was already up to the task!&nbsp; A sudden surge of not wishing for her to have the upper hand in the situation, he blinks his eyes to clear them from the slight haze of lust that has crossed over them.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Now turning his upper torso, he spies that plate of wonderful looking French toast.&nbsp; Is it in reach?&nbsp; The thought crosses his mind as her tongue touches that sensitive underskin of his cock.&nbsp; Groaning again, his arm reaches out to make an attempt for the plate.&nbsp; Ah-ha!&nbsp; It is in reach!&nbsp; And what luck he thinks, the plate even has a fork on it.&nbsp; Pulling the plate back towards him in a one handed grip, his fingers are pressing against the thankfully unbroken porcelain.&nbsp; With his knuckles white, he manages a strained and yet still slightly joking tone.&nbsp; “Mmm, breakfast of champions…”&nbsp; Trailing off into a breathy sigh, his words betray just how wonderful her lips feel around him.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;But yet, he manages to power through somehow.&nbsp; Cutting off a corner of the toast with his free hand, he presses the edge of the fork down until it lightly clinks and drags along the plate.&nbsp; Then with very careful and precise motions, his fingers lift the French toast laden fork to his mouth.&nbsp; In a slow and teasing manner, he looks down now as the food touches his tongue.&nbsp; Grinning widely, he drags the toast off the tines of the fork with his teeth as their eyes lock.&nbsp; “Mm, wonderful…”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>20-04-2014, 06:33:43</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; "Hmm I'm sure," she mumbles against his skin having pulled away long enough to nuzzle along the seam of his jeans beneath his length. A wet tongue sneaks out to tease at the rough fabric, suddenly despising the wretched material that kept her from his bare skin. Biting his other inner thigh in a playful discipline, her fingers slip behind his bent knees just as her shoulders settle between them with a gentle jostle to make room for herself. Peering up at him from beneath her eyelashes, she arches her brow at him as he savors the sugary confection sprinkled toast, the creature within bristling at a challange. A low growl rivabrates from her chest and her nails grip the back of his knees with an impatient force despite the slow pace she relishes the feel of him on her tongue.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; The tip of her tongue circles and flits along his length leisurely, her nails scraping a slow pattern along the backs of his knees and thighs. For several long, blissful moments she teases and torments him to the best of her abilities, taking all of him until her nose bumps gently against his stomach before her restlessness and her own need grows too strong. She briefly eyes the overhanging lip of the countertop she manages to crawl out from beneath and into his lap where she sits astride his lap. Her arms draped loosely around his shoulders to permit her fingers to tangle through his dark hair. Pressing forward his cock nestles just along her slick slit as she tugs at his hair, pulling him closer to her arching body, to lick away a small bit of the powdered sugar she had dusted onto his french toast earlier from his bottom lip. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>28-04-2014, 01:05:50</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A challenge, that is all his mind can focus on at the moment, while her teeth nip at his thigh and her fingers roam over his legs.&nbsp; It was what his mind has to focus on in truth, as his arousal had never faded fully.&nbsp; Now only to start growing again as her tongue and lips graze along the cloth that keeps her from that obviously erect and hardened prize.&nbsp; The sound of his fork against his plate can be heard once again now, as it clinks and then scrapes a little along the glazed porcelain as he cuts off another bite of French toast.&nbsp; Spearing the breakfast delight along the tines of his fork, he once again makes a wonderful show of placing it into his mouth and savoring the flavor before chewing.&nbsp; As his mouth moves to chew on the bite of food, his gaze lowers now so that he may watch as his pants are unbuttoned.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Taking another bite as her lips to wrap around his length, his eyes close now while letting out a moan of pleasure.&nbsp; Somewhere between the throaty sound of sexual bliss and that of enjoying a good meal after a long fast, the sound only breaks off when he has to swallow.&nbsp; His thoughts are torn, between wanting to eat and wanting to claim this wolk…no, HIS wolf right here and now.&nbsp; Uncertain if the link between their minds was still active, he is making no attempt to even hide his thoughts from her now as he takes a large bite.&nbsp; Trying to finish off the bite as she begins to move, his hand then nearly tosses the plate to an empty bit of counter-top as she begins to pull upwards.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;With his hands now free, the fork is casually dropped to the floor before his hands now slide along her thigh and to her hips.&nbsp; Pushing the shirt she is wearing upwards and to her hips as well, she can feel the skin of his palms and fingers moving along her skin.&nbsp; When her body rests against his own, and the two of them press against each other, his fingers curl to dig his nails into her skin.&nbsp; Leaning his head down a small bit despite her tugging on his hair, his lips come into a soft contact with her neck.&nbsp; Moving his lips against her skin now, his voice comes out in a husky whisper as her lips part to slide around his shaft.&nbsp; “On the floor bitch, now.&nbsp; I want you.”&nbsp; Something within his voice now, it seems that the primal and ancient part of his brain has woken again.&nbsp; More than a physical or mental dominance, there is something inside him that radiates out like an invisible but still palpable aura.&nbsp; Just telling her to follow, to give in.&nbsp; That he is her Alpha, he is her owner and mate.&nbsp; But more, this feeling seems to be trying to speak to her inner wolf.&nbsp; To pacify her, and have her rolling over to expose herself in a manner of submission.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>29-04-2014, 09:04:25</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; A smile curves her lips when the plate scraps across the counter and her lips wander from the tempting Cupid's bow of his lips along his jaw to nip delicately at his ear. Distantly she notes the fork dropping to the floor, the silver catching her eye briefly as it glints in the light, her attention far too rapt in him to divert for more than a heartbeat. Her nails tease at his skin just beneath the collar of his shirt and her hips shift with impatient desire against his own producing a slow, pleasure-worthy grind. She pauses her efforts in the face of the lingering possessive undertones he sends her way and cocks her head back slightly as though listening intently to him. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Perhaps sensing a change within him, the she-wolf responds to his authority without the submissive act he is seeking. The wolf bares her teeth in a show of insubordination - an action unconsciously mirrored by a twitch of the woman's lips - and makes no qualms about bristling in response to the gossamer-thread like trail of his thoughts. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;A small part of her, the same part that questions her very sanity, demands to know his rights to her. She had met the man only the day before so to what gives him a right to covet her? A shiver may slip down her spine, and a small moan may have erupted from her throat to whisper into his ear when she picks up the small rustle of his thoughts, but her self-satisfaction hardly permits him to call her 'his'.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Despite what protests hang on her lips the sharp demand that rings in the silent room quickly has her dropping to the floor. Although it takes a moment to find a space not too littered with his belongings and then a further moment to push aside the book or two that bars her path, she soon finds herself on her hands and knees. Naked as she is, her thighs are parted just enough to catch a glimpse of parted folds rather than invitingly splayed and her hands sink into the carpeting beneath her, her back perfectly straight until she turns just enough to peer with wild eyes over her shoulder at him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>05-05-2014, 08:55:34</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Watching as his lady removes herself from his lap, his eyes never leave her body as she makes room on the ground for herself.&nbsp; Even as things are pushed to the side, he only barely gives those items a scant glance.&nbsp; They are not really worth his attention, even if his brain could process more than the direct moment he has found himself in, those little broken things are nothing more than that.&nbsp; Things and stuff, which ultimately do not matter.&nbsp; Through the link between them, he can feel the wolf within her showing some small signs of defiance.&nbsp; Striking him as odd, there is at first a surge of wishing to show that wolf her place, but the feeling quickly subsides.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Instead, his feet firmly touch the ground underneath him as his legs push himself to his feet.&nbsp; With his hands now free, he tucks his thumbs under the waistband of his now undone pants to push them free from his hips.&nbsp; Grumbling low under his breath, the sounds are not any intelligible words, but instead a rumbling sound of his want and need for her.&nbsp; Lowering himself to the kitchen floor behind her, there is the sound of his knees touching the tiled floor behind her.&nbsp; As he moves in behind her, the lower part of his brain seems to kick in.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Deep within him, that sense of just wishing the wolf’s complete and utter submission rises up again.&nbsp; His eyes flash a deep amber gold as his hands reach out to take a hold of her hips, and his motions are accompanied by a surge of energy and feeling through the bond they share.&nbsp; There is a growl that comes from him, but it seems to travel more along and through that link they share.&nbsp; Some sort of energy that emanates from him, traveling through sound and his touch along her hips.&nbsp; The phenomenon within him is reacting to her wolf’s defiance, causing whatever lies under his skin to slightly waken and respond to her presence.&nbsp; Blinking in a bit of confusion as the feelings filter up to his brain, he actually pauses there to think for a few seconds.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;His hands tighten their grip on her hips, with his fingers curling to have his nails press against her soft skin.&nbsp; Holding the flare of her hips that is accentuated by her position on the ground, his fingernails depress her skin as his mind turns inwards.&nbsp; What right does he have to ask and call for her submission?&nbsp; What position does he hold over her, or even the wolf in her?&nbsp; Even as his mind ponders this, his body has begun to move on its own.&nbsp; Pressing his hips forward, he nestles the length of his shaft against the cleft of her cheeks, catching there to rest between them.&nbsp; Moving forward slowly, the skin of his shaft rubs along her puckered rear and inside of her cheeks as he cannot think of a single reason.&nbsp; And yet, it is just right.&nbsp; There is no need for why, when deep down he completely knows that she belongs to him.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;That feeling is coming forth from deep within him now, this certainty and self-assurance of their positions.&nbsp; She belongs to him, completely and utterly.&nbsp; To think otherwise, would to go against just the most basic of thoughts now.&nbsp; And it is with that realization, that his hips pull back slowly.&nbsp; His cock drags down along her rear before slipping lower and along her lips.&nbsp; Touching the tip to her, his thoughts have been half filtering through their link the whole time, until now there is a flash of just acceptance and desire for her.&nbsp; His wolf, his lady.&nbsp; She is his, and this is how the world not only is, but should be.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Guide me inside you…”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>09-05-2014, 07:21:06</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; With an impatience bordering on irritation, she waits for him to leave the comforts of his chair. By the time his pants fall to the floor in a crumpled heap around his ankles she's parted her thighs more and shifted her weight several times. When the gentle thud of his knees hitting the kitchen floor reach her ears her heart speeds, knocking heavily against her ribs with a pounding fury. Anticipation nearly chokes her and, almost as though reacting to whatever is stirring within him, a low growl slips past lightly parted lips, daring whatever resides within her domesticated businessman to respond. Having turned her attention back around, she completely misses the flash of color in his eyes although it is impossible to ignore the added spark that ignites between their skin. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Only when his hands find their place at her hips does she silence the unbidden sound abruptly, having not initially realized the rumble had been vocalized let alone that it carried weight through their bond. Instead a quiet whine builds in the back of her throat as his nails find purchase in her skin, her hips rolling both to test his hold on her and in a not-so-subtle form of encouragement. Gently she tilts her head to the side as though listening to something, a curtain of black hair falling forward to just barely sweep the tiled flooring below. Although the words themselves are not as clear as they could have been had he directed them to her specifically, the vague idea of his thoughts found their way to her. It seems their thoughts were similar to one another and she idly wonders if her own questioning influenced his own or were they simply alike in that regard? Should she say something to soothe him or-?<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Her train of thought comes to a complete halt when the smooth heavy feel of his length between her cheeks catches her off guard. A gasp escapes her without permission and her hips, having stilled from earlier, rock back into him. Her heart flutters in her chest with anticipation and, had it been brought to her attention, she would have blushed with the knowledge that her inner thighs gleamed in the light. Pressed against him as tightly as she is she feels the slight pull that draws him away from her, making her cry out at the injustice of his teasing and another growl twist her lips into a snarl before giving way to a soft moan when he returns. Through their bond she can feel the waves of acceptance and desire spilling over her and the emotional ties only enhances the experience as she jumps to obey, needing him inside her far more than the she-wolf needs to push at him.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Reaching between splayed thighs she takes him in hand, her palm gliding across taut skin while her fingertips seek out the places to create the most reaction all before drawing him in. The tip of his is run over her sensitive clit then slowly through honeyed folds to tease her rear all before bringing him back down. Pushing her hips back she slowly takes him in, groaning aloud when he fills her just right. For a moment she stays still, her body gripping his tightly as she savors the aching, painful-pleasure of being stretched around him while her fingertips continue to tease and stroke across his balls and toy with her clit, an action that earns a slight jerk from her hips. Slowly, the creature within snapping her jaws in impatience, she begins working herself against him, the nails of her free hand scraping across the tile beneath them as her breathing picks up.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; "Oh god, Victor..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>09-05-2014, 08:51:09</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As he can feel the tips of her fingers along the skin of his shaft, all thoughts of dominance, submission, or anything else for that matter utterly leave his head.&nbsp; Instead now, all thoughts are focused on the beauty before him.&nbsp; Lust rises up from deep within him, spreading through his core like a wildfire.&nbsp; If emotions and feelings were colors, his body would be a slate of black as the deep red of lust sparks in his core to the take-off through his being.&nbsp; The feeling of this grows in strength until even without directing it towards her, it is overflowing through the link between them.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;With her directing and dragging the length of his cock against her sweet lips, his head bows while his eyes close.&nbsp; The amber that had flashed now remains, fully set against his eyes as his pupils begin to change shape.&nbsp; Not knowing what exactly is happening with his own body, all Victor can tell is that his nerve endings are on fire.&nbsp; Every little waft of air, every little bump and ridge of her lips, it all can be felt as if his mind was completely focused on those sensations.&nbsp; It was a bit overwhelming to him at the moment, and his hands dig deep against her skin.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Gripping the flare of her hips with a tightness, she can feel her skin almost becoming bruised under his grip.&nbsp; Strength he did not know before is surging through his body, flowing from that deep sensation within his core.&nbsp; A low growling sound forces its way up his chest and through his throat, to be heard and felt at the same time as his length sinks into her.&nbsp; Still gripping her tightly, his hands pull her back and against his body the moment she has guided him inside her.&nbsp; Flashing his eyes open now, he has to squint at the sudden brightness of the room.&nbsp; Still not understanding what is happening to him, all he can focus on at the moment is the need to take this lady before him.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As his hips pull back, the girth of his shaft grows slightly.&nbsp; Filling her further now, he is unaware of the changes overtaking his body.&nbsp; Feeling the tip of his cock once again along her lips, his hips surge forward to drive himself deeply back inside of her.&nbsp; Closing his eyes once again as the pleasure of her warm folds wrap around his length, his lips remain parted to let out a low rumbling sigh.&nbsp; His fingers along the flare of her hip grip tighter, but there is a new sensation to his grip now.&nbsp; A stabbing sensation digs into her skin, threatening to tear into her now as his nails have turned into claws.&nbsp; His hands are shifting along her skin, growing fur and contracting just slightly as his nails turn more into retractable claws.&nbsp; Not fully realizing what his happening, the emanations and reverberations through their link are growing more and more with each passing second and each accompanied thrust.&nbsp; Soon her hips are being lifted upwards to have her chest and head pressing further against the ground.&nbsp; His motions are growing rougher with each thrust, and should she look back, she can see his body in the midst of a shift…<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>19-05-2014, 05:37:03</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; The strength behind his bruising grasp is enough to earn I quiet whine that builds low in her throat. She twists and squirms in his hold, unsure whether or not to approve of his firm take on her hips. Beneath her skin the she-wolf matches the shudder that slips through her like two fingertips tracing the length of her spine. Still the arousal that storms through her does little to deter her from the warning flag that raises at the unnatural changes coming from behind her. He had stretched her pleasurably before but now a delicate ting of pain accompanied every thrust making her gasp each time. His nails, a second ago unfelt, now not only prick her skin but dig in with switchblade sharpness. The contrasting softness of short fur gliding across her flesh jerks her away from the pleasurable pain his motions bring them both.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Before she can turn to confront him she is forced down against the carpet so her shoulders brush the fabric with every thrust. Her nails, far sharper than they should be, drag across the floor. Her body bows into an arch, encouraging the erotic scrape of her nipples against the beige carpet beneath her while raising her hips as high as she can manage crouched in the position she is in. A quiet growl rumbles from between clenched teeth even as their bond vibrates and rattles with a growl that sounds far too animalistic for the man who had introduced himself over his laptop and a coffee. But then again, she of all people should know about the animal beneath the culture...<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; A particularly harsh jerk of his hips gains a sharp gasp from her soon followed by a mental image of jaws snapping together in a playful warning. Rolling her hips beneath his hands she squirms beneath him, urging him despite the rebuke she gave him. With a sassy comment ready to roll off her tongue she turns just enough to peer over her shoulder, her hair tumbling down around her face in gentle ringlets that only enhance the sudden pale-complexion that comes over her as she catches sight of him. Tawny-brown fur sprout to cloak bared skin and amber eyes flash as she meets his gaze with wide eyes. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; She had wanted to know. She had all but begged what she thought to be lurking beneath her man to come forward. Andrea understands she has a heart beat's time to come to a decision.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Rather than retreat out of fear as he could have done, she rocks back into him, her mind open to their link just as surely as her body is to his touch. Her claws drag and catch at the carpet without a care and the blue of her gaze diminishes as gold consumes her irises, and still her eyes remain locked onto his own. Her body grips at his own, driving her higher and higher towards that cliff she refuses to turn away from. Tightening to the point of pain, her very soul takes off with her release while a cry is torn from her throat drawing more than one curious gaze from the neighbors.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; A satisfied purr slips from her throat as his fur glides against her skin, "Victor..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>17-06-2014, 06:45:37</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Any care of what the neighbors might be thinking, or even if their fingers are touching against their phones in a worried state is completely past Victor’s mind at the moment.&nbsp; Even if the lust that was surging up from deep within his soul had not paired with the exquisite pleasure of her folds wrapped around his now oddly shaped cock; even if the feeling of her smooth skin under his nails was not there, he would not care.&nbsp; The primal and ancient creature that had laid silent and asleep within his form has awoken, and with it he was experiencing the feelings of a first change.&nbsp; Save this is not the guided and carefully controlled change of a shifter with a pack.&nbsp; No, this is the change of a normally solitary creature, and one that had lain dormant within his family’s blood for too long.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A sleeper cell would be the best was of imagining his existence at the moment.&nbsp; A long forgotten incident in his family’s history, an ancestor of his that was subject to a random attack.&nbsp; Moments of violence, that would forever change and alter the family line.&nbsp; From that moment so many years back, there was always the slight chance this dormant gene would activate.&nbsp; But thankfully the gene required more than the simple alignment of a stray DNA sequence, but also the presence of more supernatural means.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Means that now are spread out before him.&nbsp; His nails are slicing lightly into her skin, holding her hips tightly against his own and the fur there.&nbsp; His thick cock now has grown little protrusions from it, small nobs and ridges that tug against her sensitive inner walls.&nbsp; As his form has grown to over eight feet in height, he cannot fully support himself anymore.&nbsp; Knees that were meant for either standing or on all fours do not do well for kneeling like this, and so his broad chest is leaning forward.&nbsp; Fully over her now, his hands leave her hips to press against the ground.&nbsp; Trapping her head between his forearms, he has her trapped underneath him as a low growl is escaping his chest.&nbsp; She can feel the rumbles as his chest is pressing against her back.&nbsp; Pulling his feet up and under him now, he is crouched over her in a fully bestial state.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;His mind lost at the moment, it is almost as if he is hovering above them both.&nbsp; Just looking down to watch this massive half feline, half human beast thrust deeply into her.&nbsp; To watch what he can only think of as his own mouth part and press large canines against her neck, holding her still and fully within his grip.&nbsp; Any stray move would be less than pleasant, but each thrust of his length into her has her filled to nearly the point of discomfort. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>07-07-2014, 07:35:38</strong>
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				<hr><hr><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Standing beneath the shower head, Andrea swears she can still feel his hands on her body. Feel the weight of him pinning to the floor. Heated breath warming the back of her neck and the gentle rise of her shoulders. The threatening pressure of curved fangs against her flesh. A shudder not entirely made from fear skitters down her spine and she ducks her head beneath the spray, bowing her chin ever so slightly as her palms find the wall in front of her. A flash of gold sparks within the blue before she squeezes her eyes shut against the water, straining to rein in the wilderness that had been satisfied only a few minutes prior as she lay in Victor's arms. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Spent as she was she had allowed herself to be drawn into him, their legs entwined with her back to his chest as they gasped for breath. With her head tucked beneath his chin and his arms drawn tight around her she had watched with rapt fascination as bronze fur receded to once more reveal the flesh beneath. Her own trembling fingers had skittered across his forearm to toy with the fingers that had held her with bruising force, fascinated by the gentle tenderness they created in the aftermath of such a violent union. It had been then that she had twisted in his arms, her body still flush to his own out of some ingrained instinct to be as close as possible. Studying his features, she had traced the lines of his brow down to the gentle ridge of his nose. Over the contours of his cheek and along his jaw, all the while searching for the feline she now knows lays just beneath the surface.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;It was then she had made a feeble, quivering excuse and slipped from his arms to escape in the bathroom.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Going through the motions provided a small measure of comfort but now that she is carefully secluded behind a solid door and beneath the bone-warming heat of the water she couldn't find the air she sought. There was no possible way he could have known, she had seen the amused disbelief in his eyes the day before when she had told him about herself. But then how did he accept her change in his bed so easily that first night? She groans and brushes her hands over her face and through her hair, sending the water flying every which way as she turns to grab the first bottle she can find.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Resisting the urge to throw it in aggravation she quickly washes her hair and body, drawing a sharp breath when her fingers brush over a particularly tender mark. Finally, with no small amounts of reluctance, she shuts off the water and wraps a towel about herself, burrowing her nose into the fibers with a small smile. Victor. She had hated the idea of washing him from her skin but everything from the shampoo she had washed her hair with to the towel she used smelled of him.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;With her heart doing this funny melty thing between performing acrobatic flips she stepped from the bathroom. Her hair still lay rumpled and damp against her shoulders and the gold in her eyes still captured the light from the few still intact bulbs but at least she feels more humane. Running a hand through the raven waves she tucks the loose end of her towel into itself so it will stay up and over her breasts as she moves, she steps into the kitchen and grabs the now cold plates from the counter. Making herself busy by warming them up, she keeps her back turned as she speaks over her shoulder. "I'm going to have to borrow another pair of clothes, at least until I can go shopping today. Thank god I still have a little bit of cash-"<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The microwave's timer cuts her off and the young woman jumps ever so slightly, betrayed the frayed nerves she struggles to hide. She rubs her eyes with one hand before returning his plate to the counter, taking a bite from her own while she remains standing. Even though her stomach just about cramps at the first bite of food she eats without tasting, automatically cutting each bite from the french toast before popping it into her mouth while sorting through her thoughts. The wolf's agitation resonates through their link with low growls, still it isn't until she finishes her last bite before she speaks again.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Setting her plate in the sink she crosses her arms at her waist and hops up onto the counter, crossing her ankles and biting her bottom lip as she watches him from beneath dark eyelashes. "You realize this makes everything more complicated... Don't you? It was already a crime when I thought you were human but now..." She winces slightly and crosses her legs, not wanting to take as much satisfaction as she does from the stretch of sore muscles. "Cats and dogs don't really mix."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>08-08-2014, 21:10:12</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Soft.&nbsp; Smooth.&nbsp; It was all that he could think about at the moment.&nbsp; Focus on the feeling of the sheets underneath his body, keep your mind to the present Victor.&nbsp; Looking back to what happened would be like staring into the Abyss.&nbsp; It might look back, or worse, you might fall in.&nbsp; Trying to keep both his thoughts and his body under control, the creature, the beast that had been content to sleep for so long in the back of his mind…&nbsp; It was no longer content to wait and see what might occur.&nbsp; Now it wanted out, it wanted to be the one in control of his thoughts and actions.&nbsp; Shuddering slightly without even thinking, the hair on his arm begins to stand on end.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Feeling the hair on his arm suddenly begin to thicken, and the muscles under his skin start to cord up and change, he has to take in a long breath.&nbsp; Holding it in order to calm the beating of his heart slightly, he can feel his arm return to its normal state.&nbsp; Well, what he considered normal.&nbsp; Who knew what that creature in the back of his mind considered normal at this point.&nbsp; No.&nbsp; Cannot think about that right now, since thinking about it would only give it more of a hold over him.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As part of his mind is freaking out and trying to come to grips with what just happened, another part of him seems rather calm.&nbsp; He isn’t screaming, catatonic, or even going into hysterics over what just happened.&nbsp; His body had changed, he had taken the form of some mythical creature.&nbsp; Not just that, but he had claimed another mythical creature as his, and had sex with a lady he has known for less than twenty-four hours.&nbsp; Why is it then, that his heart was saying this was right?&nbsp; How could he even know this lady was right for him?&nbsp; It just did not make any logical sense.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;At hearing the knob of his shower squeak lightly, he made a mental note to get it fixed.&nbsp; Heh.&nbsp; Get a squeaky nob fixed.&nbsp; That is what stands out right now, amidst the destruction of his apartment, among all the freaky things that have occurred…&nbsp; A squeaky knob is what has managed to stick out in his mind.&nbsp; Chuckling a little now, his eyes blink open as his legs kick over the side of the bed.&nbsp; Wearing only a pair of slightly frayed boxers, his feet touch the carpet beside his bed as he pushes himself to a seated position.&nbsp; With the water of the shower fading off, his hand comes up to run through his hair.&nbsp; Hmm, a little shaggy he thought, but maybe.&nbsp; Really, again something as simple as a haircut is what is coming to mind.&nbsp; Maybe he wasn’t going insane after all, or was this what it was like to be insane?&nbsp; The causal acceptance of utterly ridiculous things?&nbsp; Who knew.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Watching this beautiful lady exit his bathroom, there is a hunger and desire to his eyes.&nbsp; Something that had been present before, but now deeper somehow.&nbsp; The creature inside him was not making any attempt to hide or slumber anymore, and his eyes were looking towards her as if a cat watching prey.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“I have a bit saved up for emergencies…&nbsp; Hmph, I think this might just count.”&nbsp; Chuckling a little at all that has happened, he looks up then to see she has gone into the kitchen.&nbsp; With a little protest of sore and stiff muscles, he pushes himself to his feet.&nbsp; Careful of where he is walking, he makes his way into the kitchen after her then.&nbsp; Finding her on the counter, looking utterly adorable, he comes closer to her.&nbsp; Placing his palms on the counter at her sides, his head leans in to press a soft kiss to the top of her brow.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Complicated…&nbsp; You mean, like finding out you are not human complicated?&nbsp; Or finding out the lady you are finding you cannot live without is not human complicated.&nbsp; Or even, finding out that this gorgeous and wonderful woman you just met, has your heart completely in her hands complicated…?”&nbsp; Trailing his words off slightly at the end, there is still the little lilt of a playful question to his voice as his lips touch hers.&nbsp; “I think complicated might be a bit of an understatement.&nbsp; But we will make do, somehow.&nbsp; I am certain there has to be someone out there that will speak to us both, that can explain a bit more about myself.&nbsp; And just what we got ourselves into.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>12-08-2014, 08:39:20</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<em>'Hussy!'</em> She growls inwardly in response to the sharp rise in the she-wolf's desire in her mate's presence. It had been a purely humanly feminine retreat she had pulled upon exiting the bathroom to find herself no longer the predator in the room. Even as a part of her wanted to drop the towel and bend low in blatant invitation the more human side needed answers, and with a snapping wolf making her frustration known to Victor through their bond, she had managed to curb her sexual appetite with thoughts of something far more sugary. Yet when her male finds her in his kitchen it's hardly the french toast that holds her appeal.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Taking another determined bite, she swallows dryly as she watches with rapt fascination the smooth, graceful stride he takes to reach her and when he finally reaches her she feels every bit as stalked as a mouse. Trembling hands set aside her plate just as his hands fall to either side of her hips atop the counter, firmly caging her in. But just as she straightens to push back against him his lips find her skin. Her heart, traitor as it is, leaps high in her throat at the protective tenderness of the action and thighs clench tightly together to create some pressure where she already needs him again before reluctantly parting to allow him to step closer. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Blue eyes flutter closed after a brief moment and a small frown tugs at her lips as uncertainty wars within her. Aside from the hounds it seems her betrothed has sent after her, the truth of what he is has brought a whole new round of worries to the table and yet no protest has risen from the she-wolf. Being mated had nearly been enough to send the creature into a raging fit and yet she had accepted Victor with open arms, before and after uncovering the feline within. She had been known to snap at several pack members for making her feel cornered or hunted but every predacious step in her direction or rake of his eyes down her body made her want to flee in a playful chase, far more eager for it to end with her pinned beneath him and devoured than for the actual persument. Even now as she presses her back tighter to the cabinets while her heart still clenches with an undeniable warmth towards him, her chin tilts back and to the side exposing the slender curve of her throat when lips part to speak.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"Oh Victor... I hope you're right. I've never..." She offers a small shrug and sheepish smile. "Outside of the pack I've only met a handful of other creatures but none like you. I wasn't allowed to leave without an escort and talking to men not my fiance or directly related to me was completely prohibited. I haven't had the chance to meet many while I've been in town, only the Krasniys and you saw how wonderful the Mrs greeted us at the door." Wrinkling her nose in irritation, his gal finally leans back away from the cabinets and into his arms where she nuzzles at his chest gently. "I don't know who to go to..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>26-08-2014, 07:30:21</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;So, this must be what they had in mind when the phrase ‘ignorance is bliss’ was coined.&nbsp; No, even with everything that has happened, he really would not want to go back to what was before.&nbsp; An ordinary and even relatively happy life, but it was ordinary and mostly sedate.&nbsp; Well, that can’t be said anymore!&nbsp; Now he was trying his best to keep a handle on everything, and still present a relatively calm front for this lady before him.&nbsp; Whereas he had been so calm and rational, his thoughts were starting to race once again.&nbsp; The simple act of her being close had his heart beating faster, and his thoughts already starting to turn back to him pressing her down against the floor…<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Shaking his head just slightly, it is an almost unseen motion as he leans in closer towards her.&nbsp; Even as she presses back against the cabinets, his head leans in close towards her neck.&nbsp; Not even realizing he was making any sound, it is with a little growl that his lips trail from her shoulder all the way up to the base of her ear.&nbsp; Even though he knew consciously this was not going to get them anywhere, the animal and creature inside him demanded it.&nbsp; Brushing his skin along her neck, he is almost marking her with his scent.&nbsp; Not as if he needed to, in truth, since the two of them were already entwined together that their scents were merging, but still.&nbsp; The animal inside him was clamoring for a physical and near tangible measure of ownership over this lady before him.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Pulling his head back slowly as that thought percolated up from the depths of his subconscious, he has to take in a deep breath and hold it.&nbsp; As his shoulders square and his chest fills out, he leans his frame back slightly to look at the lady before him.&nbsp; Touching his hands to her hips as she sits on the counter, he lets out the breath in a slow manner.&nbsp; Obviously calming his thoughts and body, his eyes soften just a little at her words.&nbsp; She knew about as much as he did right now, and it was unfair for him to expect her to have any idea about something so far from her own realm of existence.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;After her head is touching his chest, he smiles and wraps his arms around her chest.&nbsp; Touching a soft kiss to the top of her head, he holds his lips to her hair as he speaks in a soft manner.&nbsp; “We will figure it out.&nbsp; There has to be something, some sign or marking that one of us will recognize.&nbsp; This..&nbsp; This…&nbsp; I don’t even know what it is inside me, I can feel it though.&nbsp; I can feel its energy, its..&nbsp; God, I am going insane here, but I feel like it is intelligent?&nbsp; Instincts perhaps?&nbsp; But more than just that, something more to it, instead of mindless instinct.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>28-08-2014, 09:11:12</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;With her head gently bowed against his chest and her hands resting casually against his hips, she merely nods at his soft-spoken confession. She had lived her entire life knowing who, knowing <em>what</em> she was, that the curvaceous brunette can't imagine the shock he must be in, the confused fear he must be experiencing at suddenly another presence invading his thoughts, voicing its opinion when before there had been no more than silence. Giving him a small sleepy smile, she tilts her chin up just enough to brush a kiss over his lips. "In all honesty I think there's not enough credit given to the intelligence of creatures. Instinct may be a natural drive but it takes some form of intellect to survive in some of the harshest climates," she gives a gentle shake of her head and shrugs. "The best advice I can give until we learn more is to rediscover yourself. Reach out and see what he has to teach you, he's an extension of yourself, even when it feels like he's working against you."<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Reaching upwards she brushes her fingertips against his cheek and smiles again before reaching up to wrap her arms around his neck and pull him into a much-needed hug. Even as she erupts into flames when her body stretches against his own, she refuses to act on the desire that flares hot within her instead choosing to push him away enough to jump down from the counter. Tightening the towel around her body despite the wicked desire she has to let gravity do it's work and send the fabric cascading down her body, she slips away from his insistent hold to race away from him, finding she needs a breath just as much as she needs a change of clothes.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Over the next few hours they cleaned and reorganized the apartment until it once more resembled the lived in space she had first been introduced to. On more than one occasion she found her eyes drawn to the man that continued to confound her and on those occasions he caught her glance she was drawn into his arms and given kisses that made her weak-kneed and unable to focus. At one point she managed to earn herself a teasing pop to the rear when a pillow she had meant for the bed instead collided with his face and the tickling fight she began - but most definitely did not finish - ended with them sprawled across the ruined bed. Laying on their sides, face to face, her fingertips traced his features with delicate touches. The expanse of his forehead, the bridge of his nose, his cupid's bow lips. Nothing was left unexplored and when her yawn was returned she happily snuggled into his side, the late-afternoon sun pouring into the living room through the open windows.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;But that was some hours ago and Andrea had done nothing more than dozed, too caught up in the thoughts that ran through her mind. There weren't very many people she had met during her brief time in Seattle and the only one who may have known anything kicked them out of her store in a screaming whirl-wind of Russian and English. But that was with Victor at her side. Turning her head slightly, she peers over her shoulder at her sleeping companion and feels her heart squeeze. He most definitely isn't the only one finding feelings growing and it is for that reason that she carefully slips out from beneath his arm. They need answers and he needs some kind of reassurance, if there's at least a chance she can get it for him how could she ignore it? <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Quickly ridding herself of the shirt and boxers she had stolen from him when she came in to change, she digs silently through the drawer he had pulled clothes out for her the night before until she finds more appropriate garments. In a pair of black booty shorts and a tastefully shredded white tanktop - all the while refusing to think about the woman who wore them last - she slips into her sneakers and snags the couple $20s she had left in her still damp jeans before walking out the door with a final glance towards the bedroom. Praying he wouldn't wake before she returned, she tucked the cash into her bra as she made her way down the stairs and out the building. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Forgoing the cab in favor of clothing later on, she begins the couple block trek to the bakery. 3.14 still has its blinds drawn tight and a 'closed' sign haphazardly hangs against the door's glass but even with the bustle of the city street behind her, she could still hear movement from inside. Silently thanking Kyle for being the sweetheart he was when he showed her the hideaway key around back, she rushes down the narrow alleyway. About half way down she places her hand on the ledge just above her head in search of the little square key she had been shown and nearly kisses the grimy thing when she finds it. Slipping through the backdoor, she finds herself smack dab in the kitchen and, only after flipping the lock preventing any further unwanted guests, she slips around the large island where Mrs. Krasniy garnished some of her best dishes, she stills only at the unfamiliar gruff voice coming from the dinning area.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The burning scones in the oven had managed to keep the tall-tale scent of wolf at bay but now, with just the faintest glimpses of the men tearing apart the dining areas her nose twitches and the she-wolf growls. Backing away from the doors, she sends a silent prayer for the family's safety only to freeze completely as she collides with the few dishes that had piled up on the counter sending things tumbling to the floor with a crash.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>24-09-2014, 05:52:51</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Through their time cleaning and straightening up his apartment, the teasing jokes had flown back and forth between them.&nbsp; Taking the time to just simply enjoy normal activities, he was using the time to not only get to know her, but also to just allow his mind to calm down a bit.&nbsp; It was a lot to take in, and despite the calm manner in which he found himself accepting this new facet of life, he still had a lot to think over.&nbsp; Arranging thoughts within his head took time, and he was rather thankful for the time to do so.&nbsp; As well, just the act of straightening up things was calming in a way.&nbsp; He certainly was not above seeing and making a comment about the metaphor of his apartment either.&nbsp; That the destruction and chaos near perfectly matched what was happening within his life, and the act of putting it all back was a rather pleasing feeling.&nbsp; If only he could do that on more than just a physical level now.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;After their impromptu battle of pillows and tickles, he settled easily into a nap along his unfortunate bed.&nbsp; The poor mattress, it really was a sign of everything that had happened so far.&nbsp; Originally damaged in their lovemaking, but then fully damaged by who ever had broken into his place to search around.&nbsp; It could represent the just how things have gone, but yet here the two of them were, laughing and playing back and forth.&nbsp; But afterwards, the two of them drifted off together and slumbered peacefully.&nbsp; For once, he was thankful to not have dreams as they napped, and he was content to simply soak up the rays of the afternoon sun.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Unfortunately though, his eyes fluttered open to find his bed empty and her nowhere in sight.&nbsp; At first confusion overtook his mind as he heard no other sounds from the apartment, but then he was wandering through his place to find it completely empty.&nbsp; Upon closer inspection though, his eyes spot the drawer and how it had been disturbed.&nbsp; Seeing that there are some clothes gone, a brow lifts upwards slowly.&nbsp; Maybe she had gone somewhere?&nbsp; It was the only thing he could really think of at the moment, and he just had to trust her for the time being.&nbsp; There was no reason for her to completely leave, unless she ran into trouble.&nbsp; But even if she did, he had to at least give some time before trailing after her.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Meandering through his apartment without any particular direction or purpose for a little while, it just seemed that his mind required more time to handle all that has occurred.&nbsp; And it wasn’t until his toe hit the corner of the table that he came out of his trance.&nbsp; Cursing a little in pain as he hopped around on one foot for a moment, his injured foot then is slowly sat back down to the ground.&nbsp; That was it!&nbsp; An idea popped into his mind, sparked by the unknown ways in which they happen, to then take root within his thoughts.&nbsp; Nodding quickly to himself, his words are muttered and mumbled as he tore through his apartment.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Heading straight towards his room now, it is with a frantic pace that he has his phone in hand and is flipping through his contacts.&nbsp; His old friend Richard.&nbsp; He was always into odd things, strange little tidbits of the world and conspiracy theories.&nbsp; If anyone out there could help him, he could.&nbsp; Now if only that paranoid bastard would pick up his phone…<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>27-09-2014, 06:57:34</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The dishes fall to the floor at her feet, glasses shattering and plates breaking upon contact yet instead of fleeing she stands with her feet rooted to the ground, her breath stuck in her throat. <em>Move, move, move, damn you move!</em> She screams at herself, silently willing herself to move but by the time she makes it to the door, trembling fingers struggling with the stiff knob, a burly arm slips around her waist throwing her backwards. She lands upon the flour dusted floor, the back of her head cracking painfully against the same island she had backed into. For a moment she lays stunned, black spots dotting her vision while a grating male voice called out to someone in the lobby.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Blinking away the daze, she peers up into a face she hadn’t seen in years, the blood that smeared his cheek. “Desmond,” she groans lifting her hand to touch where her head had hit the wood, coming away red and sticky.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“Hey, kid, long time no see. It’s been… What five-six years? You know you’ve been giving Damien quite a bit of heartache. Running off like that then setting up with a human?” He whistles low between his teeth and shakes his head sadly just as his partner came into the kitchen, buttoning up a pair of jeans before whipping the blood that smeared his lips away. Death hung thick around the man making her eyes water but when she moved to turn her head away Desmond grabbed her jaw roughly, forcing her attention back on him. “You see Damien is a good, forgiving man. He’s willing to overlook your betrayal if you come back with us willingly. Your human will be coming back with us too of course, well his head anyway.”<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;She curls her lip in a snarl as a response and sends a punch flying. Rather than the satisfying crunch of his nose that she was searching for, his hand catches her wrist and responds with a backhand of his own, sending her back to the floor amongst the dishes. “See why did you have to do that? We’ll be taking you back with us one way or another, we were giving you the first option for your own benefit. Michael, give me a hand securing her in the car then get rid of the bodies. Fucking bears should have just told us what we wanted to know.”<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;As a hand curls around her shoulder to lift her from the floor, her own fingers find the handle to a delicately curved butter knife (https://culturalconcubine.files.wordpress.com/2010/05/victorian-butter-knife.jpg). She makes it to her knees before she thrusts the blade deep into Desmond’s upper thigh, by the spray that follows she is certain she severed the femoral artery giving him less than three minutes before he would bleed out. The growl that came behind her alerted her just a moment before a searing pain cuts across her waist. Crying out, she slams her elbow back and by the give that occurred and the rush of curses that followed she managed to catch the nose she had been looking for earlier. Turning she continues with the motion until the delicate knife she holds finds itself buried in a vulnerable belly. Pressed close to him as she is, she watches the pain and fear that blossoms in his eyes before she pulls away, nausea rising quickly in her own stomach. Fearful and in pain, she fled the kitchen.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; She pushes past crowds quickly, her heart racing as she ducks through doors and races down alleyways, yet she can still feel the brush of hands reaching for her. She swears she can feel heat of someone's breath fanning across her neck but perhaps that is merely the blood that has trickled from the gash behind her ear. The white shirt she had stolen from Victor's drawers holds a damp red patch at her side that was quickly growing, drawing worried whispers and unwanted looks from passersby. Still she pushes on, putting as much distance as she can between her and her aggressors even as she leaves a stark trail of bloody droplets behind her<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Coming up on the shopping district she leans against the side of a building, her legs too shaky to take another step. She can't see either of the men from where she stands and she takes those few precious seconds to examine her own wounds. Minor scratches cover her arms and legs, and the right side of her face is already tender from where she had been slapped but what really worries her is the continuous bleeding from her side. Trembling hands lift her shirt carefully before dropping it again, her stomach rolling at the damage done. As shallow and superficial as the wound is, the five ragged marks a telltale sign of the claws that had raked her. She will live - at the very least to spite the man who sent those monsters after her - but she will need something to stanch the flow and something else to hide the blood soaked clothes.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;On a whimper she pushes herself up from the wall and made towards the street only to hear a gasp from behind her. A young woman had opened a side door to set aside used boxes and now stands staring at the blood that covered her. Using the bruising to her advantage, Andrea turned to the girl with tears in her eyes. "Please, you have to help me. M-my boyfriend... He's lost it. Please." With only a quick glance inside, the worker ushers her into the backroom. A roll of paper towels are handed to her to help remove the already drying blood from her face and neck, quickly followed by a tiny first-aid kit from the office. With what little money she had left, she makes a fast purchase before taking her back into the bathroom where she removed the t-shirt, jeans and sweatshirt to lay them on the counter.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Removing the bloodied clothes would have been the hardest had she not had to deal with the painful sting of the disinfectant poured onto the claw marks. Only through force of will does she keep from screaming aloud, her hand clutching the countertop in a bruising grip. Any infection that might set in her own body would work to remove but the disinfectant would at least speed up the process. Trembling hands placed the cottony pads over the cuts, held in place by first her fingertips then the roll of gauze she wrapped around her waist with the first aid tape she discovered in the little white chest. With her stomach threatening to dispel the remains of her breakfast, she tossed everything back into the kit and leaned against the counter, the cold water running in the sink. Kyle. Mrs. Krasniy. They were good people, honest in their business and willing to aid those they could. Then Desmond. He had done what he could for as long as she had known him to protect the pack. Family had always come first but what she has seen today was a side of him that truly terrified her. As for Michael…<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; She swallowed the bile that threatened to rise up and leaned heavily over the sink, her eyes squeezed shut. No more than a kid. He was younger than her and to have seen what she had seen of him, to have done what she had done to him, made her horribly sick.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Victor. She needs to reach him, to warn him. His apartment had already been trashed but if something happened to him because of her she would never be able to live with herself. It is this thought that propels her to splash the cold water onto her face and slip into the new clothes, the sweatshirt's hood pulled over her head to hide the already purpling bruise and the slim cut that ran across her cheek bone. Her old clothes were buried deep in the little trashcan before she left, exiting quickly to avoid anyone further. Gold eyes roamed every group of people she passed, her body wound tight as though a second from fleeing, unwilling to be ambushed again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>10-10-2014, 22:37:38</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Flopping down on the side of his ruined bed as his fingers are scrolling through the list of contacts within his phone, it takes a moment to find the number to his old friend.&nbsp; It would be odd, of course, to just call him out of nowhere.&nbsp; But right now, he really just did not care.&nbsp; He hadn’t actually spoken to Richard in…wow, had it really been a year?&nbsp; That is what the phone in his hands is saying.&nbsp; He knew he had spoke with the man online recently, but had it really been so long since they had spoken on the phone?&nbsp; Damn, it is amazing how you just lose track of time.&nbsp; But his thumb presses the little icon to call up the contact then, and soon his phone has dialed the number and begun to ring.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;While waiting for the other man to pick up on his end, Victor closes his eyes and sighs.&nbsp; Just how do you ask about something like this?&nbsp; Just ‘hey man, turns out I’m a were-something’?&nbsp; Would that be right?&nbsp; Of course not!&nbsp; Or maybe ask if he knew anything about myths and legends turning out to be true?&nbsp; Should he start asking for good new age hippies in town that can be trusted.&nbsp; Hmph.&nbsp; Like that would even work. <br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Hello?”&nbsp; The voice was a curious sound, from someone who hadn’t spoken in a while.&nbsp; The man on the other end of the line then clears his throat, before speaking again.&nbsp; “Hello?&nbsp; Victor?&nbsp; The hell man, haven’t heard from you in…&nbsp; Well, been too long.&nbsp; What is it you need, that you couldn’t just email me about?”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Hey Richard…”&nbsp; His words trail off just a little bit, as he once again just is at an utter loss of how to phrase things.&nbsp; “So, you see..&nbsp; Ah hell, life has become really odd lately.&nbsp; And I think you might be the only person I know that could make any sense of it, or at least point me in the direction of someone who could help me make sense of it.”&nbsp; As he speaks though, Victor is rather focused on the phone in his hand and against the side of his head.&nbsp; Too focused to hear his front door open, and the sound of someone stepping inside.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As he listens to what his friend has to say, his head is just nodding along slowly.&nbsp; “I know that is nothing to really go on.&nbsp; But well, you know anyone who has any knowledge of myths?&nbsp; Legends?&nbsp; Weird and crazy things, really.&nbsp; I can’t explain…”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The words are cut off by a low and dangerous chuckle, coming from a large man standing in the doorway to his room.&nbsp; The man has something of a feral look about him, a thick beard and eyes that are not fully human.&nbsp; His frame is thick, powerful what skin of his arms that is exposed, is covered in thick black hair.&nbsp; A neatly trimmed beard lines the man’s face, and he just watches Victor on the bed.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“See, I was just going to bring you in…&nbsp; You pissed off a whole bunch of people.&nbsp; But now you went and talked to someone…&nbsp; Now I’m going to have to kill them.&nbsp; I’d say a shame, but I’d be lying.&nbsp; I love the sounds of you fucking humans.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>19-10-2014, 05:38:25</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Crowded in close to so many people is almost enough to tip her over from agitated into downright hysteria, especially as every jerking halt and swaying lunge forward forces bodies tighter around her. But the city's metro is the cheapest form of transportation and, with only a couple dollars left from her already tight budget, it had been her best bet if she wanted to get off the streets. Although the Emerald City that morning had been a haven, its busy life creating a chaotic mass of sounds and smells that she had at one point believed could work to her advantage. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Now she swears she sees violent aggression in every face. Her goal is still to reach Victor and get him as far away as she can but the press of people in the tight confinements made the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end and a growl threatens to rumble from her throat. Every breath she takes is a choking, confusing mix of emotions and perfumes that forces her to hold her breath until she can burst out of the doors when they finally pulled up to her stop. Even then though she refuses to slow down her feet hitting the pavement beneath her forcefully as she runs down the street, pushing past the few stragglers that wander mindlessly down towards the waterfront.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;She barely reaches the apartment complex's main door when she realizes something was wrong. Utter silence is not something she had in the past thought to be terrifying but now she realizes the complete lack of noise - the lack of scurrying rodent feet, of dogs baying, of the occasion bird's call - is a blood-freezing sound in itself. Silent feet carried her towards the stairs and she crained her neck upwards in a futile attempt to see Victor's door from where she stands. Stands there for a heartbeat until a crash from up above sends her flying into motion. Taking the stairs two at a time she has just enough time to dodge out of the way as the broken remains of one of the bar stools they had sat at that morning tumble down the stairs, snarling and growling urges her forwards faster and she rounds the corner to find the intruder midway through his shift standing in the bedroom's door frame. "Victor," she gasps quietly, vaguely noting the damage already done to the living room and kitchen.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Needing to provide her man a means of escape, she whistles sharply to catch the other's attention before throwing whatever she can get her hands on at him. "Come on, you stupid son of a bitch. He may have sent you after <strong>him</strong> but it's me Damien wants, so come get me." With that she spins on her heels and rushes back down the steps, fully aware the need to give chase is riding the enforcer hard, not only urging but demanding he give chase. Giving Victor the escape route he needs, she makes it to the bottom of the stairs and almost reaches the back door before she's slammed against the wall. Somewhat wondering how much damage it will take before a concussion will set in, she matches the monstrous canine's snarl with her own and uses the wall behind her to kick out at him pushing at his chest until she's no longer beneath him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yandros</strong> on <strong>11-12-2014, 23:19:08</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;If the sound of a mind snapping could be heard, it might sound something akin to the ping of metal against metal that just went off within Victor’s mind.&nbsp; If it had been audible, the other man in the room might have had some warning.&nbsp; Some form of indication that this other person was not simply going to cower in fear or accept his oncoming death.&nbsp; It might have given the aggressor some sort of time to react before Victor lunged at him.&nbsp; The reflexes of the just recently awakend creature within him coming to the surface with ease, as the great beast within had not fully turned back to slumber.&nbsp; But instead, his body gains mass as he moves across the room with the speed of a lunging sprinter.&nbsp; His hand comes up to land a strong blow to the other man’s stomach, catching him off guard for that brief moment.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As air escapes the man in a violent manner, there is a mixture of surprise and joy on his face.&nbsp; Eyes gleaming with pleasure now, as suddenly there is a fight on hand.&nbsp; Clasping his hands together, his fingers slip together to form a hammer like club of fists that come down hard on Victor’s back.&nbsp; If it wasn’t for the sheer anger and adrenaline coursing through Victor’s body, he would have been dropped by the pain.&nbsp; But instead he only felt the force of the man’s fists driving him to the ground.&nbsp; While the reflexes and instincts of the beast within him are enough to keep him conscious and give him an edge over a normal person, the one he is fighting is no normal man.&nbsp; And not just is he inhuman, but also well used to using all of his less than human edges against another.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Kicking his foot out as Victor heads towards the ground, the man with the black hair catches Victor cleanly in the gut.&nbsp; Driving the air from Victor’s lungs as well, only a loud ‘oof’ sound is heard coming from Victor’s form as he crumples to the ground.&nbsp; But something deep within Victor’s mind is screaming for more, and his hand shoots out.&nbsp; Claws spring forth from his nails, ripping his human hands to shreds as they rake along the other man’s legs.&nbsp; A scream of pain is heard from Victor, as this change is not the normal and controlled version of before.&nbsp; This is a sudden, violent, and desperate change caused only by the situation he is in.&nbsp; But still, his claws dig deeply into the man’s legs, to leave long lacerations along his calves.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;With Victor’s claws still in the man’s legs, Victoria bursts through and screams at the man.&nbsp; Just barely recognizing the sound of her voice, Victor looks up through eyes bleary with pain and lack of air.&nbsp; Managing to somehow understand what she is doing, his hands move without his real control.&nbsp; Using the momentary distraction caused by her, his claws rake along the back of the other man’s thighs.&nbsp; If nothing else, he can try to hamstring this fucker and give her a better chance of escaping him as well.&nbsp; But with her running and now the man chasing her, he heads towards the window.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Moon (Yandros &amp; Lycana)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lycana</strong> on <strong>01-02-2015, 06:16:12</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;An elbow catches her in the temple sending her reeling back, tumbling down the last few steps to the ground floor. Even then she stumbles to her feet, her body dragging against the wall as black dots cloud her vision. Victor's efforts to slow the man down kept him from doing too much damage but Andrea's mistake was in underestimating him. Immediately she gave him the upper hand when she turned her back to run and she regretted the action the moment she felt claws dig into her back. Still she managed to get him away from Victor and it was a start at the very least, she just hopes he is alright. She hasn't seen him since she fled the apartment and hasn't dared call out for him, fearing an unlucky neighbor might try to play hero in his stead.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;A not-wholly-human hand catches her ankle knocking her from her feet and sending further thoughts of her beau from her mind. With the breath torn from her lungs upon impact, she rolls onto her back to look up at the monstrous creature towering over her. Bleeding profusely in more than one area his body is caught between shapes, the pain he feels keeping him from truly taking on the guise of man or wolf even as the canine clearly fights for supremacy. The man's face is split nearly completely down the center, skin peeling back in some places to show the beginning of the wolf's muzzle where snapping jaws are already filled with deadly teeth. One of his legs remains completely unchanged, however, instead nearly torn to pieces by Victor's claws. From where she lays she can see the glisten of white bone beneath mangled chunks of torn away flesh. Yet her attention is quickly refocused to the larger threat at hand when a lunge of teeth nearly rips open her throat. She barely manages to roll aside so instead he gets a mouthful of fabric from her sweatshirt for his trouble.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;On average a normal adult wolf could bite through a moose's femur within six seconds and as those teeth make another lunge - this time the vulnerable span of her belly - she is quickly reminded how much stronger a werewolf is. Having managed to evade further damage up to this point she quickly decides the best defense is a stellar offense. Taking a deep breath, she passes as much control as she dares to the she-wolf stressing the importance of keeping as much of her human form as possible. Quickly she brings her knees up and slams her heels against the man's collarbone, just as pleased to hear the satisfying crunch as she is to send him reeling backwards.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;From there she jumps to her feet and, ignoring the rush of pain from her own wounds, she throws another kick. This time the toe of her sneaker catches the man's temple sending him face first into the wall just before he slumps to the ground. She stands there for a moment, unsure if the danger is over yet ready to run at a moment's notice. When he doesn't move for several long moments she finally relaxes enough to glance around at the damage. The foyer and stairs are a wreck and she could only guess what Victor's apartment looks like after this little disaster's wake.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;She momentarily wonders if she should attempt to move the body somewhere he is less likely to be found but the slight curl of his lips as he struggles to come to her has her instead fleeing the building. After about a block Andrea began to slow down, finding herself walking further downtown where her disheveled appearance might not be as out of place. Not for the first time that day she wishes she had a phone to contact Victor and as she passes the coffeehouse where they first met she prays he managed to get to safety.
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