The Wolf and The Hunter (wolventears & Diingo)
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				Title: <strong>The Wolf and The Hunter (wolventears &amp; Diingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>24-03-2015, 03:32:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s91/hislipsonmine/0e6b1c4dd8b40d045eb418037dabb7b8_zpsw00rmjft.jpg) (http://s150.photobucket.com/user/hislipsonmine/media/0e6b1c4dd8b40d045eb418037dabb7b8_zpsw00rmjft.jpg.html)</div>Evelyn jerked the cold rabbit from the snare. What the hell? She had went into town that morning for her weekly visit, and a whole block had been police taped off, men in uniform keeping the onlookers at bay. She had walked past it thinking to herself that it was just some kind of human incident, but then breeze blew and through the chemicals the forensics team was using and the aftershaves, perfumes, and soaps of the humans in the area, a familiar scent filled her nose. It was familiar, but then it wasn't. <br><br>Then she began listening and picking up bits and pieces of what the human's were saying. <br><br>A woman, young, in her early twenties had been walking home last night from a bar it looked like and she got cornered in an alley and from then on was what pissed her off. <br><br>The girl had been ripped apart, stomach ripped open, entrails all over the alley, appendages here and there and her heart was missing. It looked to some kind of wild animal attack from the claw and teeth marks on the poor girls body. <br><br>And that along with the smell could only mean one thing. She growled. <br><br>A wolf was in her territory. She snarled, ripping the rabbit in half, blood and gore flying, splattering her chest and face.<br><br>It had been ten long fucking years of her basically raising herself, growing up alone because of a fucking rogue. And now, another one thought to step foot in her territory. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf and The Hunter (wolventears &amp; Diingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Diingo</strong> on <strong>24-03-2015, 15:16:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://assets-s3.usmagazine.com/uploads/assets/photo_galleries/regular_galleries/1240-celeb-abs-quiz/photos/1312225828_abs-8-answer.jpg)</div>"So, what do you think of this?"<br><br>Police officer Bryant's voice was shaking a bit, as he very noticeably tried to avoid looking at the carnage in the alley. It proved to be difficult since most of the alley displayed the gory remains of the young woman. Michael was standing next to the torso, examining the bite marks and the brutal beating that the body had taken. There was no doubt in his mind as to what it was that had done it.<br><br>"It is a werewolf, alright. See how the heart is missing? That is the good stuff." Michael answered as he rose. He cast a glance at the police officer and smiled. The young man looked like he was about to hurl. "Tell you what, go find your captain before you get sick all over this crime scene."<br><br>The police officer nodded and almost ran to find his captain. Michael stayed behind, examining the remains. It was true that the heart was the good part for a werewolf, but this was far from an ordinary attack. This was brutal, bordering on showing off. Werewolf these days tended to be careful, disposing of their kills. But this one was displaying it for everyone to see.<br><br>The captain returned, without officer Bryant, and stood next to Michael. "How do you want to handle this, Mike? You are the expert."<br><br>Michael nodded and looked around. "Make sure this area stays off limits. Put curfew in effect and have your officers patrol. Time to break out the silver bullets again, huh?" He started to walk away from the alley. "I'm going out to see if I can find a trail." He shouted back, before steeling himself. It might be the same as ten years ago.<br><hr><br>It wasn't hard to follow the trail out of town, but once in the forest it disappeared. Michael wasn't walking unprepared, although he doubted he would find something during the day. He had his usual hunter gear with him, several knives, a gun with silver bullets and his favorite piece, a crossbow. Nothing stopped a werewolf as good as a crossbow. Well, maybe a shotgun, but they were so loud. Michael's plan was to go to the woman who lived outside of the village. He had never met her, and he only knew her name was Eve, Evelyn or something like that. He figured he could ask her if she had heard anything during the night.
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				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>25-03-2015, 03:31:43</strong>
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				She was washing her face with the water from her well, bent over as the cold water trickled down and into her hands. Then a scent filled her nose. A very human scent. <br><br>She smelled his fresh scent, clean and slightly spicy and most definitely male. And from the sound of his steps, he was coming closer and closer, towards her cabin. And as he neared, she caught the oil of a firearm. Her lip raised and she growled low in her throat. <br><br>Could mean one of two things. He was just some random human who thought he could catch whatever it was that killed the girl, or... Or something worse. And once again, it was in her territory. <br><br>She ran the towel over her face, before stepping back to the small table beside her garden. She picked up the knife and begun cutting into the rabbit, skinning it and removing the entrails as the human neared. 
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				Post by: <strong>Diingo</strong> on <strong>25-03-2015, 16:46:28</strong>
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				It didn't take long before Michael reached Evelyn's residence. The smell of blood was easily to discern, even if it was faint. He put away his weapons and walked into her garden, seeing her chopping up a rabbit at a table. Her hands were red with blood and her face was turned away from him, so he cleared his throat before he slowly approached her.<br><br>"Hi there. I'm Michael. Michael Swaan. I am from the village. How are you today?" He said with a smile, stopping a few steps away from her. It was surprising to see someone living outside the village, and from what he knew she had been living alone for quite some time. He looked at her with his hands out, smiling slightly. It might've been his imagination, but he thought he could smell her perfume from where he stood. It was.. feral, almost overwhelming him. He decided to ignore it, brushing it off as a remnant from the bloody alley.
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				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>26-03-2015, 01:21:07</strong>
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				The closer the human got, the more his scent filled her nose. It was human definitely, the trace of a gun there, but there was something else. It brought her to body to attention, the nerve endings coming to life. <br><br>Must be the adrenaline from her anger. That had to be it. <br><br>She kept cutting the rabbit as he cleared the trees, as if she didn't notice him and she had to stop herself from stopping what she was doing and looking his direction. Her wolf was at attention now, just listening, as if it was waiting. <br><br>Then he spoke. <br><br>Her body stilled and her hand gripped the knife as his deep timber rolled over her, much like a caress. She looked up, then turned to look at him. And it was at that moment that she was lost. <br><br>Dirty blonde hair, a slight beard on his face. Even through his clothes, she knew he had a hard, well muscled body, one that her wolf urged her to touch. Everywhere. She could only stare before she remembered herself. Then that is when his words managed to pierce the lust filled haze. <br><br>She tilted her head in curiosity, much like a canine would do. "You're from the village? I go there at least once a week for simple necessities and I've never seen you, nor heard your name." And she doubted she'd forget him. She was sure her wolf wouldn't let her.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Diingo</strong> on <strong>27-03-2015, 01:47:54</strong>
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				Michael hand't really expected anything coming to this secluded place, but he certainly hadn't expected to find this beauty, nor seeing the intensity in her eyes when she looked up at him. He didn't know why, but one of his hand went to the handle of one of his knives, not pulling it, but simply reassuring himself that the knife was still there. There was something about her that made him feel uneasy. When she spoke, he cleared his throat, suddenly finding it dried out and smiled.<br><br>"Well, like you, I live some ways from the village. When I am not around, I travel from village to village solving.. problems." He approached her slowly, again catching a wiff of her scent. "You were in town today? Did you see the... Anything unusual?" Her pale eyes seemed to pierce into him and he was uneasy about what he was feeling. He had seen many beautiful women in his days, but none of them had had an affect on him like this short encounter with this woman.
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				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>27-03-2015, 01:59:48</strong>
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				He shortened the distance between them and it seemed he was having a slight hard time finding his voice. She listened to him speak, that voice, a voice that a girl would love whispering in her ear, rolled over her again. <br><br>She put the knife down and picked up the rag, wiping her hands clean of the blood then crossed her arms beneath her breasts, pushing them up and stretching the tank top she wore tightly across them. <br><br>A brow lifted in question. "If you do live some ways away, you are saying you do come around. So, at some point, I would have heard about you and you would have heard of me and know the day I tend to come into town." She had to hold back a growl as this human was very nosy and even though her wolf wanted a taste, it still slightly annoyed it. <br><br>"So, I'm going to assume you are a mounty or something of the sort. And as for unusual, I seemed to have gotten there after the excitement. Why are you asking me anyways? Shouldn't you talk to the police?"
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				Post by: <strong>Diingo</strong> on <strong>27-03-2015, 19:22:09</strong>
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				The way her tank top stretched to contain her breasts was distracting Michael as she spoke. He had to tear his eyes away to look her in the eyes, shrugging his shoulders slightly.<br><br>"I have heard about you, don't get me wrong. As for me, I tend to keep to myself, just like my parents did before me. We used to get in trouble for what our family have been doing for centuries. It is no surprise you haven't heard of me and we might just go to the village on separate days."<br><br>He wasn't going to lie to her, he spent more time in the woods or out of the village than in his own home. The memories of his parents, the way they had gone out, it still lingered with him. When she mentioned that he was a mounty or the like, he chuckled.<br><br>"No, not a mounty. And I've already talked with the police. They were the ones asking me to look into the whole.. 'excitement', as you call it." There was something with her. Normally, he would have asked her the questions that needed to be asked and then moved on. But something about her kept him here. "Have you ever heard of hunters? Not the regular, deer stalking ones, but the ones who hunt a very specific prey?"
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				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>28-03-2015, 22:46:24</strong>
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				Her body stiffened at his question. Her eyes narrowed slightly. She looked him over, really looked him over, past the hard body she wanted to touch. <br><br>He had the hunting gear, the gun, even a crossbow and she had seen one used before. Her lip raised, baring her teeth slightly. <br><br>How the hell was it possible that the one man her wolf stood at attention for was a goddam hunter? Was she cursed to forever have the bastards ruin her life?<br><br>"I think you need to get off my land, Michael," she all but growled. And she was so focused on him, even her goddam wolf was that she didn't hear the other until he came through the trees behind Michael. He pulled his shirt over his head.<br><br>"You need to step away from the bitch, hunter. She's mine," he growled. <br><br>She turned to look at him. He was dirty and had blood on his chin and chest. Shaggy brown hair, traces of blonde and eyes full of anger and violence that were wolven amber. <br><br>She inhaled and a growl rumbled her throat. It had been faint, but she had caught his scent in town. She put her arms down at her sides, nails lengthening as her eyes darkened to an even deeper green. She rolled her shoulders, loosening her body for the shift she knew was coming. Luckily for her, she was wearing a tank top and jean shorts, so if they ripped, no biggie there. <br><br>"I don't belong to anyone, wolf. Get out of my territory or I will have to eliminate the problem. And that means the mongrel mutt killing innocents in my town," she replied.<br><br>"Oh, bitch has bite. I like that in a mate. You'll be fun to dominate. But first, I need to get rid of what's in between us here," he said a split second before he began to shift. And this one shifted fast. <br><br>Common misconception about werewolves were that they were bipedal monsters, but truth was they were four legged with varying differences than their true animal counterparts. He was at least three times the size of a wolf, but his snout was shorter and his ears, albeit pointed like a canines, were lower towards the side of his head. His legs were slightly longer, as were the toes of his paws, having been fingers and toes just moment before. The fur that covered his body was a sandy brown, dark but slightly light.<br><br>Once he landed on all fours, without skipping a beat, he lunged at Michael. But for as fast as this wolf was, she was faster. She jumped, shifting in mid air, her tank top and short shredding do to her large expanding body. She wasn't as big as the male, but she was by no means small. Her wolven body was covered in midnight black fur, her green eyes looking like emeralds in her face. <br><br>She collided with the rogue, her teeth sinking into his shoulder, veering him off track and away from the human. Her human. <br><br>She took him to the ground and with a snarl, he rolled, dislodging her from him and jumped to his feet about a yard from her. She jumped to her own and stood between him and Michael, her head lowered, hackles raised as she growled, baring her teeth at him. 
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				Post by: <strong>Diingo</strong> on <strong>29-03-2015, 03:19:12</strong>
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				Michael went on the defensive as soon as she said he had to get off her land, his hand drifting towards the crossbow on his back. He was interrupted by the appearance of what seemed to be a man covered in blood.<br><br>Shedding all pretense of being subtle, he pulled up his crossbow. As he was about to take aim, the woman spoke up and Michael hesitated and waited for the conversation to unfold. It was a mistake. As the man shifted quicker than Michael expected, he had no time to get the crossbow up in time when the werewolf charged him.<br><br>A streak of black passed over his head and collided with the brown wolf, Michael's jaw almost dropping before realising that he had no time to be surprised. <em>"Two werewolves. And they are fighting amongst themselves?"</em> He thought as he took a step back, Evelyn effectively standing between him and the other wolf.<br><br>Figuring that Evelyn was, for whatever reason, protecting him, he raised his crossbow and pointed it at the bigger of the two. The silver arrow shone in the sun and Michael's hand was steady. "You the one responsible for the dead woman in the village?" His voice was dark, filled with anger and hatred. The same hatred that had been poured into him by his parents, day after day during his childhood.
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				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>29-03-2015, 03:42:12</strong>
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				The rogue snarled at Michael's question, a who the fuck are you to ask? Evelyn spread her legs, widening her stance as she aaw the other wolf's muscles bunch. <br><br>She saw the glint of silver from Michael's crossbow. Hoping to all hell the human had good aim, she counted down from three. This wolf was predictable. <br><br>He jumped on one and she jumped at the same time to meet him. Not as predictable as she thought though, because he was ready for her. <br><br>He made it look like he was going to jump over her, but last minute he dove, his feet kicking out into her. He pushed her down and his teeth dug into her scruff. She yelped as he landed, his head shaking, the smell of blood hitting her nose.<br><br>She used her small size to her advantage, she dropped to her belly, which he didn't expect, letting her go, his teeth tearing skin, and she whipped to the beneath him, her own teeth going for his soft underside.<br><br>She bit down, pretty close to his cock until she tasted blood. This time he yelped and kicked her with his hind paws, claws tearing into her shoulder. They sunk deep so she let go, and he bounded off. All this happened before Michael could take a shot. <br><br>She stood, or tried to anyways, her front right leg giving out. She shifted back, her body gloriously naked and smooth skinned aside from the puncture wounds on the back of her neck and the gashes on her right shoulder. <br><br>She made to stand and barely managed it, the pain intense. The gashes burned like all hell. Her vision began to blur. Shit. The fucker had had wormwort on his claws. <br><br>She finally managed to stand, swaying as she did so. "You can kill me later, but right now, please, if you will, help me inside?" She took a step forward and stumbled.
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				Post by: <strong>Diingo</strong> on <strong>29-03-2015, 03:58:28</strong>
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				He had never seen two werewolves fight but he was glad he wasn't in the middle of it. His crossbow proved to be useless as the two wolves fought in close quarters. From the very beginning, Michael had thought the male wolf would be the undoubted victor, but the woman deemed worthy.&nbsp; Without being able to do much, the male disappeared into the forest and Evelyn turned back into a human again.<br><br>Losing track of his thoughts, Michael aimed the crossbow at her. Yet the sight of her naked form made him stop, just like before. Her voice brought him out of the trance and when she stumbled towards him, he cursed. Quickly dropping his crossbow, he took a quick stride and caught her midfall.<br><br>Her body was already getting warmer, and he could smell the poison from her wounds. Cursing again, he picked her up gently and turned to her house.<br><br>Kicking in the door, he brought her in. Looking around, he found a bed and he gently laid her down. Going out for his crossbow and returning shortly, closing the door, he looked at her. She was a werewolf. She was one of the beasts that stalked the night and killed the innocent. Yet something was holding his hand back.<br><br>Cursing for a third time, he went to the fireplace. Finding some wood and some dry bark, he picked up his matches and managed to get a fire going. He went back to Evelyn's side and gently slapped her face.<br><br>"Hey, listen to me. I'm going to have to cut the wound open again to get a bloodflow. I need to get most of the poison out of the wound. Are you ready?" He said as he picked up one of his normal knives, not a silver one. The silver one might even kill her in this state. With his other hand, he grabbed a pouch from his belt, containing a fine powder. It would hurt like hell, but it should be able to counter the effect of the poison quick enough.
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				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>29-03-2015, 04:08:39</strong>
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				He caught her up and took her inside, laying her on the bed. He got a fire going and she began to fade until he slapped her in the face. <br><br>Her eyes snapped open and she wanted to lash out when he took out his knife, but when he placed the bag of fine powder on the bed, she caught the scent of wolfsbane. He knew what he was doing and at the moment, she had no energy to stop him.<br><br>"Yes,&nbsp; hurry and get it over with," she replied with a whimper, uncaring of her nudity but wanting him to touch her, to take the pain away.
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				Post by: <strong>Diingo</strong> on <strong>29-03-2015, 04:18:00</strong>
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				Michael took a deep breath and put the knife to the first of the gashes. <em>"Here goes nothing."</em><br><br>Working quickly, he cut deep into the wounds. He threw the knife to the floor when the blood was flowing freely and held Evelyn down before putting his mouth to the wound, the strong, metalic taste filling his mouth. The foul taste of wormwort also filled his mouth before he spit it out on the floor.<br><br>Repeating the process several times until the wormwort wasn't as apparant as before, he took the fine powder and poured it into the wounds and quickly put a make-shift bandage over it before actively trying to hold down the woman. Wolfbane hurt like a bitch and this wasn't the best time that she could go berserk. Despite her size, she was a lot stronger than she looked.<br><br>When the treatment was done, and Evelyn calmed down - the wolfbane's painkiller effect and the disappearance of most of the posion from her blood, he leaned back. She was still naked and Michael became acutely aware of it. Fetching a blanket, he put it over her before sitting in front of the fire, thinking over the events that had occurred.
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				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>29-03-2015, 05:10:31</strong>
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				As he sucked the poison from the gashes, he had to hold her down as the burning pain slowed through her. She tried to slash out, her eyes once more her wolf's dark green and her nails and canines lengthened. But, fortunate for him, she was still feeling the effects of the wormwort, her muscles and limbs weak.<br><br>When he put the wolfsbane on each gash and bandaged over them, she let out a relieved breath as the cooling sensation began to flow through her. <br><br>Michael brought a blanket over once he was sure he could let her go. He covered her and she buried in it, letting it's warmth soothe her as her once again light green eyes closed and she let exhaustion take her under.<br><br>She slept for a couple hours, the human filling her dreams with warmth and light, soft moans and sounds coming from her. When she finally woke, she stretched, her lithe body rolling beneath her covers. <br><br>She breathed in deep, that spicey woodsy scent filling her nostrils. She mmmed and opened her eyes, sitting up to look for him. She found him before the fire immediately. <br><br>"Michael," she said in a husky whisper. Her wolf was talking.
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				Post by: <strong>Diingo</strong> on <strong>29-03-2015, 05:20:58</strong>
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				While Evelyn had been sleeping, Michael had washed off the blood from himself and gone out to look for tracks after the rogue. He found a bloodtrail, but didn't leave too far from the house. Never knew if the wolf would come back.<br><br>As he sat before the fire, the moans and sounds coming from the woman in the bed was as equally distracting as they were teasing. Images of her naked body came to him without him actually thinking about it.<br><br>He was about to leave the house to try and gather his thought when he heard his name from the bed. Turning around, he looked at her, one hand gripping a silver knife. Yet, the way she had said his name had struck a cord inside him. Her beautiful eyes, her scent, they seemed to be calling to him.<br><br>Clearing his throat, he spoke, trying to avoid to look her in the eyes. "Feeling better?"
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				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>29-03-2015, 05:30:20</strong>
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				She let the blanket fall from her, revealing her bare torso, her pink nipples pebbled and aching to be touched. As she breathed, her breasts moved with each breath invitingly. <br><br>"I am, yes. How about you come to me so that I may thank you," she practically purred, sliding the blankets off her completely, her body flushed as if she were in heat.
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				Post by: <strong>Diingo</strong> on <strong>29-03-2015, 05:45:39</strong>
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				Michael swallowed loudly when she revealed herself to him. This wasn't what he had expected to happen, although he had to admit that she had a very obvious effect on him.<br><br>Clearing his throat again after her suggestion, his face now a slightly more flushed color, he willed himself to sit still.<br><br>"What exactly are you getting at? Earlier I thought you would rip my throat out and now... well.." He said as he rose, thinking he would get ready for anything. His body, on the other hand, would have other plans.<br><br>Before he knew it, he stood next to her bed, looking down on her. The silver knife had been dropped to the floor and he was panting slightly. <em>"What is going on?"</em> He thought to himself, his eyes travelling over the inviting creature that lay before him.
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				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>29-03-2015, 05:56:29</strong>
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				She smiled as he came to her side, those eyes full of a heat of their own. <br><br>She slowly reached and grabbed his hand in hers, bringing it to her bare breast, her nipple in his palm. "I want you to touch me, Michael and I think you want to," she said huskily in response.
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				Post by: <strong>Diingo</strong> on <strong>29-03-2015, 13:25:59</strong>
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				A soft sigh escaped his lips as her hand guided his to her breast. It wasn't that he didn't want to, but the circumstances didn't support doing something like this.<br><br>"You're a werewolf." He whispered as he sat down on the edge of the bed, his hand lightly squeezing the supple orb in his palm. His other hand came up and pulled some of her hair behind her ear, his resistence quickly fading away to the unknown power influencing him.
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				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>29-03-2015, 15:08:41</strong>
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				She nodded at his words. "And you're a hunter. Yet you call to my wolf, just as she calls to you." <br><br>Her hand slid up his arm as he sat on the bed, his hand still on her breast, massaging. <br><br>She got up on her knees then, her hand sliding over his shoulder and up his neck to cup his cheek. She leaned forward. <br><br>"Please, Michael, I know you feel it, too," she said in a whisper before her lips pressed against his. Her tongue slid out asking for entrance. <br><br>She was beginning to get an idea of what this was, how it was even possible, she had no idea. She'd know for sure if he let go and let it happen. Oh, how she wanted it to happen. Needed this to even.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf and The Hunter (wolventears &amp; Diingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Diingo</strong> on <strong>29-03-2015, 17:00:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She faced the same dilemma as Michael was. They were enemies by birth, yet this situation was everything but hostile.<br><br>The touch of her hand trailing over him sent shivers across his body, a part of him yearning for her to touch him more and the other wanting to break away and leave before it went too far.<br><br>He did feel it, just like she did. Groaning slightly, he saw her lips coming closer. "I..." He managed to whisper before her lips covered his. He couldn't finish what he was going to say, nor could he think. He dove into the feeling of her lips against his, willingly opening his mouth and meeting her tongue with his.<br><br>The hand on her breast squeezed harder, his whole body pressing closer to her. Despite her wounds and despite her circumstances, he wanted her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf and The Hunter (wolventears &amp; Diingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>29-03-2015, 18:16:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She noticed the instant he gave in. He didn't try to push her away, but he pressed closer to her, his hand squeezing her breast harder. <br><br>Her hand slid down his chest and belly to the edge of his shirt and she began pulling it up, her fingers trailing over the hard abs of his stomach as they went. She pulled back, breaking the kiss for only a moment, and lifted the shirt up and over his head. <br><br>She didn't take the chance that he'd stop her now that she wasn't kissing him, so she rectified that, her lips smashing against his as her hands slid over his pecs and she leaned forward once more, pressing her bare breasts to his chest. <br><br>Then her hands continued lower to the jeans he wore and with a flick of her wrist, pulled the button free before unzipping them. Then her hand dove inside and encircled his cock.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf and The Hunter (wolventears &amp; Diingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Diingo</strong> on <strong>29-03-2015, 19:20:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Her touch set off sparks wherever she made contact with his skin. He was in a trance, moving automatically as she pulled his shirt over his head.<br><br>Groaning as she once more pressed her lips to his, he felt her hand unbuckle his jeans and go straight for his cock. Moaning loudly, he looked at her in a haze, breaking the kiss.<br><br>His hands grabbed her by the hips and pulled her onto his lap, not making her let go of him in the process before resuming the kiss, his hands trailing over her shapely ass, squeezing and stroking.<br><br>He didn't think anymore. Everything that had happened was too much. The fight from before, the fact that she was a werewolf, the murder in the village. Nothing but her and her body mattered right now.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf and The Hunter (wolventears &amp; Diingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>29-03-2015, 19:54:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She moaned into his mouth as he picked her up, putting her on his lap. She straddled him, her hand pulling his cock free from his pants so that it was between them. <br><br>She broke the kiss, her forehead against his and looked at him with her green eyes. "Michael, I need to feel you," she stroked him, "I need to feel your cock so deep inside me." Then she was kissing him again. <br><br>She couldn't force him, she wanted him to be willing, to want this as much as she did. To want her. Made a small part of her brain realize that he was it. He was the one, regardless of who they were.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf and The Hunter (wolventears &amp; Diingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Diingo</strong> on <strong>29-03-2015, 22:16:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				It took every ounce of control for Michael not to just ravage Evelyn on the spot when his cock was freed from his pants. He ached as much as she did, wanting nothing more than to thrust inside of her and lose himself in the heat of her body.<br><br>He lifted her slightly, rubbing her against his cock before he lined it up with her sex. Almost painfully slow, he started to push inside of her, his hands pressing her down on him.<br><br>Groaning loudly, his hands gripped at her ass harder, his body instictively pushing up to meet her. The feeling of her sex enveloping his cock was almost too much.<br><br>"God.. So tight.." He managed to pant out between the battle of their tongues, his member slowly sinking into her body.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf and The Hunter (wolventears &amp; Diingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>30-03-2015, 09:11:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Her eyes squeezed shut as he pushed into her, his cock stretching and filling her oh, so, slowly. She smiled lightly at his words, her hands gripping his shoulders as she took him all the way to the base.<br><br>She pulled back to look at him, her green eyes darkening with wolven heat. "Michael, just let go. Do what you want. Use my body to make you feel good. Make me feel good."<br><br>She wanted him to lose control, to just take her like he was meant to. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf and The Hunter (wolventears &amp; Diingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Diingo</strong> on <strong>30-03-2015, 20:06:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He moaned as she took him all the way, her velvet insides coiling around him like a vice. It had been a long while since his last time, yet he felt like he could go on forever.<br><br>Her voice pushed him on, those green eyes enticing him to do as he wished. He grabbed her hips and pulled her up, feeling himself leaving her until just the very tip of his cock was still inside of her. Then he pushed her down, groaning loudly as he repeated the motion again, and again.<br><br>His motions was getting faster as he captured her lips again, his tongue once more snaking out to meet hers, to taste her again.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf and The Hunter (wolventears &amp; Diingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>30-03-2015, 21:26:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He did as she said, again and again, moving her on his cock. Great moon the noises he made, the moans and groans had to be the sexiest thing she had ever heard. Then he was kissing her again, his tongue pushing between her lips. <br><br>She immediately opened to him, tilting her head to deepen the kiss as her arms wrapped around his neck, holding him close as he moved her. Her breasts slid up and down his chest, her nipples trailing along his hard pecs. <br><br>She moaned into his mouth as his cock stroked against that special spot inside her and her belly clenched in anticipation, and with one more stroke, she broke the kiss, buried her face in the crook of his neck and cried out as the orgasm slammed into her, her pussy clenching and spasming around his shaft. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf and The Hunter (wolventears &amp; Diingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Diingo</strong> on <strong>30-03-2015, 21:58:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Her sweet cry filled the house as she was brought to her orgasm. Michael slowed down, letting her come down from her high as well as staving off his own impending orgasm.<br><br>Sweat covered both their bodies, the heat just rising with every action they made. He held her, softly stroking her hips as his chest heaved against hers.<br><br>Her face was still buried in the crook of his neck when he spoke. "I've... never... experienced.. something like this." He was out of breath, his words coming out between pants and groans. His hands trailed down her ass, squeezing, trying to soothe the heat that had broken out in her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf and The Hunter (wolventears &amp; Diingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>30-03-2015, 22:15:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She pulled back to look at him after he spoke. Those words clarified what she had felt and been thinking. What she had wanted to deny, but her wolf wouldn't let her. There couldn't be any way, yet here they were, a look of utter passion and slight confusion on his handsome face. She didn't say anything though. Not yet. She was unsure how he'd take that bit of information and he hadn't finished yet and no wolf could leave their mate unfulfilled. <br><br>She pushed him back to lay fully on the bed, keeping herself up as she sat on his cock. "It'll only get better, sweetness," she said a moment before she began moving. Up she clenched around him, then down she went, taking him deep and grinding down on his pelvis when she reached the base. <br><br>She leaned back, her dark hair sliding along her back as she moved on him. A hand stroked over his hipbone, tracing the definition of it. She let out another deep moan. <br><br>"Let go, baby. Just let go," she said breathlessly as her pace began to quicken and at this angle, his cock slid along her g-spot just right, over and over again. And with him hitting so deep and stretching her so wide, her breath hitched a moment before another orgasm slammed down upon her. <br><br>She kept moving though as her pussy muscles clamped down around him, her tightness stoking his length as she moved. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf and The Hunter (wolventears &amp; Diingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Diingo</strong> on <strong>30-03-2015, 22:38:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Michael could only stare at her, this visage of passion and animalistic lust, as she pushed him down. When she began to move, he groaned, his hands going to her hips, just following with her motions.<br><br>She looked perfect, riding his cock. One of his hands trailed up her stomach, gently caressing the skin as she moaned, his own breathing speeding up.<br><br>Her quickening pace, her urging words were too much for him. When he felt her tightening around him, he thrust his hips in match with her movements, feeling his orgasm wash over him.<br><br>Unleashing a wordless roar, he came. He pulled her hips tight against his pelvis and thrust upwards, just keeping her still as he unleashed. His eyes were tightly shut as his orgasm felt like it would go on forever.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf and The Hunter (wolventears &amp; Diingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>30-03-2015, 22:50:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				After shocks shot through her as he thrust up and pulled her down on him at the same time, his own cry joining hers as he came with her. She rode through it, the pure and utter pleasure as his warmth filled her. <br><br>Her body slumped forward, her hands beside his shoulders as she panted, trying to catch her breath. <br><br>And now was the time, wasn't it. <br><br>She knew, as much as she wanted to soak in the afterglow of their amazing sex, they couldn't. She needed to tell him what this was. But that scared her. <br><br>He was a hunter after all and she was what he hunted. How did she even start? Where did she even start? But through her uncertainty, she pushed through anyways. <br><br>"Michael, you're special. There is a reason you came to me. A reason I had to defend you. You-" she swallowed, unsure of how to complete that sentence. "Why do you think you've never felt anything like this before?" she asked. Depending on how he answered this would let her know how he could possibly react to all of this.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf and The Hunter (wolventears &amp; Diingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Diingo</strong> on <strong>31-03-2015, 00:47:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Pure bliss. As everything slowed down and they both laid exhausted, still joined together, that was all Michael could feel. His hands was roaming at the small of her back, gently tracing the curve of her ass when she spoke and reality hit him like a truck.<br><br>His hands froze and his body tensed up. What had he just done? He forced himself to stay still as she spoke, his hunter mind wanting to put his hands around her throat and squeeze until no more sounds came from her. But something stopped him.<br><br>He was special? She had to defend him? The words only brought more confusion to him as he groaned, pushing her up so that he could look at her. He was still hard, and he doubted he would go soft with her on top of him and the vivid images burned into his mind by their previous activities.<br><br>"I don't know. I.. have never been with a werewolf before. I've heard stories but that seemed like fairy tales. Something about a mate decided by fate?" He answered her honestly, still not fully in control of his actions or his words.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf and The Hunter (wolventears &amp; Diingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>31-03-2015, 01:17:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She tensed herself as she felt him tense beneath her. When he pushed her up, sitting, she tensed even harder, waiting to be flung aside and off him. But it never came. <br><br>She just salt back a little, him still deliciously inside her. "I, um," she took a deep breath. "When a wolf finds a mate, they are unable to do them harm, the wolf won't allow it. And if it us preordained, they are nearly physically incapable of such a thing." She looked down. <br><br>"Even though hunters may cone across werewolves solo, wolves by nature, are pack animals. When that one person they are meant to be with shows up, they can't deny the feelings it brings forth and when they cone together physically, it is unlike anything they have ever experienced. And it seems it is so in the case that one of them is not a wolf." <br><br>She looked up at him. "You were meant to meet me today, Michael. This was meant to happen because we were meant to find each other. You're my mate, Michael."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf and The Hunter (wolventears &amp; Diingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Diingo</strong> on <strong>31-03-2015, 01:37:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				So many questions was running through his mind. How come they had not known about each other before, if they were fated to be together? Would this be a turn of 'cruel fate' perhaps?<br><br>Despite his confusion, her words and their meaning seemed to resonate with whatever part it was within him that stopped him from hurting her. It would definately explain what they just did.<br><br>His hands held her wrists, gently. He was looking her in the eyes, very aware of what he did and said next would be crucial to how this proceeded. If it was like she said, he wouldn't really have a choice to make since it had been made for him.<br><br>"I..." He began to say, but a sudden urge made him grab her arms, and gently lift her off of him. He groaned slightly as he left her, but he had to get out. "I'm sorry... I.. Need some air." He said as he put away his cock and zipped up his pants. He rose from the bed and put on his shirt, grabbed his coat and practically ran out the door.<br><br>Once outside he took a deep breath, the hunter in him screaming for attention. What was going on? Could it be real? His mind was so boggled with questions that he had forgotten his weapons inside.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf and The Hunter (wolventears &amp; Diingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>31-03-2015, 06:04:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Michael lifted her, albeit gently, off him, a moan escaping her as he slid free from her body. Then he practically ran from the cabin, throwing his clothes on leaving her all alone inside. <br><br>She couldn't be surprised that he had reacted like that. Why wouldn't he? It had been ingrained in him, most likely since birth, to despise her kind, and to an extent, she could understand. <br><br>There were reason's there were bloody and gory stories of werewolves out there and the hunters that killed them, ridding the world of their evil. But, as a species, werewolves had come a long way over the centuries. They had learned to control the wolf, to tame it, and more werewolves were living simple lives as humans did, amongst humans. <br><br>But coming here to do as he was supposed to do, to find the one responsible for the death of that young girl, knowing that the werewolf was an evil, cruel monster, how could he not think the same of her? <br><br>And that made her chest hurt, like a piece of herself was withering away inside her. She sat there on the bed for a moment, tears threatening to fall until a loud growl sounded. It was close and only getting closer. And her human mate had just gone outside. <br><br>She jumped up, uncaring of her nudity and flew to the door, yanking it open in time to see the sandy colored wolf jump through the trees, his mouth open and aiming for Michael's throat. Sure, he had no weapons, having left them inside, but he was a fully trained hunter. <br><br>He moved to the side, his hands thrusting out together to hit the wolf in the chest, but it didn't quite work as well as he had hoped. The wolf was still larger but instead of getting his throat as were his intentions, his razor sharp teeth snapped down on Michael's shoulder. The cry from her human had her losing it. <br><br>She shifted without thought and ran, her own teeth closing around the rogue's throat. She put all her body weight into it and took him down, unfortunately tearing the wolf's teeth from Michael's shoulder, thus tearing skin. <br><br>They landed on the ground, the rogue beneath her and with a growl, her head shook, but only before he kicked at her, his back paws getting to her stomach. Skin tore and she let go of his throat. She stumbled back from the force of the kick and the rogue jumped to his feet, bleeding profusely from the throat and managed to run off. But instead of chasing after him like she wanted to, a whimper of pain had her turning her attention back to her mate. <br><br>She shifted back and ran to his side. His shirt was bloody and torn and the bite wound was bleeding so bad. She went to his other side, and perk of being a werewolf, lifted him up with her superhuman strength and carried him inside, where she laid him on her bed. <br><br>She grabbed the dagger he had used on her earlier and used it to cut his shirt from him, not wanting to move him to slid it over his head. Then, she did as she had done earlier, sprinkled some of the wolfsbane on the bite wound and then bandaged it up. <br><br>She touched his cheek and groaned at the feel of the heat. He was soo hot, beginning to sweat. When he woke up, he was not going to be a happy hunter.&nbsp; <br><br>She went to her bathroom and grabbed a cloth, wetting it with cool water to run it over his face and chest to help break the fever. And she sat there doing that for a couple hours before he woke up. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf and The Hunter (wolventears &amp; Diingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Diingo</strong> on <strong>31-03-2015, 14:03:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The loud growl was all the warning that Michael got. Then the world turned black and consisted only of pain.<br><br>Hot, feverish dreams overtook him as he spaced in and out of the darkness. Werewolves came charging at him, only to turn into Evelyn. A repetition of their sex, which ended with Evelyn shifting and sinking her teeth into his shoulder. His body was sweating and shaking as Evelyn took care of it.<br><br>The last dream involved his parents. It began with the regular, loving family dinner, his dad laughing and his mom shaking her head at a joke that had been told a thousand times. It slowly turned darker, as Michael was running through a forest, silver arrow lodged in his leg. When he couldn't run anymore, he fell against a tree, panting heavily.<br><br>His father appeared, crossbow aimed at him. Michael wanted to protest, but was too weak. "No beast is a son of mine." He heard his father said, before he pulled the trigger. Michael screamed.<br><br>And woke up. With a beautiful woman next to him. "Evelyn." He whispered, his lips cracked and his throat dry, his eyes looking at her with both pain and love. Everything would change. Everything had changed.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf and The Hunter (wolventears &amp; Diingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>31-03-2015, 16:18:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She had put some clothes on when he was out, fighting the fever, another tank top and shorts on. She was running the cool rag down his arm when those beautiful blue eyes finally opened. He said her name, his voice horse. <br><br>She gave him a small smile as she looked into his eyes, emotion there along with the pain. She caressed his cheek. "Hi there," she said softly. <br><br>She reached to the night stand beside the bed and grabbed the cold glass of water. It had a straw in it so he wouldn't have to move. She brought it to his lips. "Drink, sweetness."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf and The Hunter (wolventears &amp; Diingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Diingo</strong> on <strong>31-03-2015, 17:11:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He was grateful for the water and took deep sips out of the straw, moaning in content as the cool liquid rejuvenated his mouth and throat.<br><br>When he felt satisfied, he let go of the straw and tried to prop himself up but was too weak to even manage that. Sighing, he looked at her. "What exactly happened?"<br><br>His memory was hazed with images and the still running fever that coursed through his body. "I can't tell if what I remember was dreams or not." He chuckled, then groaned. The small action had caused a strain on his wound, which was already starting to heal up due to the medication and the new werewolf curse that had been given to him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf and The Hunter (wolventears &amp; Diingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>31-03-2015, 17:26:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He sipped from the straw she held out to him and when finished, he tried to prop himself up but couldn't manage it. She put the glass of water back on the nightstand and put her hands in her lap as he asked his question. <br><br>She glanced at his shoulder. "After what we did, you left, going outside saying you needed some fresh air. I let you have your time, but," she paused, readying herself for the fury he as bound to have, "the rogue came back and attacked you, going for your throat. But you hit him and he missed, but he still sunk his teeth into your shoulder." She looked down.<br><br>"He bit you and I'm afraid, do to the way you were so feverish, that you may have contracted lycanthropy. I- I'm sorry, Michael."<br><br>The full moon is in two days and you'll shift."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf and The Hunter (wolventears &amp; Diingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Diingo</strong> on <strong>31-03-2015, 17:53:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Michael listened to what she said with patience. As she spoke, memories of what happened started to come back to him. Once again he started to get unfocused, it couldn't be possible.<br><br>"No.. I.." He said as he tried to get up once again, this time desperation and fear gripping him as he propped himself up on one arm. "It can't be. NO!" He shouted as he looked at her, his eyes unfocused as he tried to swing his feet of the bed.<br><br>"I'm not a beast! I am a hunter! It can't be." His voice was filled with emotions as he tried to rise. The fever was still there and he felt himself start to blackout again as he slumped forward towards her. "I can't.." He managed to whisper before the darkness took him again.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf and The Hunter (wolventears &amp; Diingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>31-03-2015, 18:03:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Fuck. He was panicking. She kept her hands to herself, letting him do as he needed, not wanting him to possibly attack, even though it wouldn't get him very far, but as he moved to get off the bed, he started to slow, his eyes closing as he began to black out. <br><br>She wrapped her arms around him and lowered him to the bed. She looked down at him, her hand caressing his cheek. Oh, her poor human. Well, she guessed he wasn't a human anymore. <br><br>She leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on his lips. After a couple hours of sitting beside him once more as he laid there, fighting whatever was going on in his head, she got up and went to the bathroom to take a shower. She herself was covered in blood and sweat, most of it his.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf and The Hunter (wolventears &amp; Diingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Diingo</strong> on <strong>31-03-2015, 19:21:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Those hours of feverish rest was filled with dream after dream, either horrible or pleasurable. He woke with a startle, looking beside him. She was not there anymore. A part of him was glad. Another missed her presence.<br><br>Shaking his head, he rose, feeling stronger than before. He was still feverish, but he could think somewhat clearly now. Moving silently, he grabbed his coat and his weapons, strapping them on and putting on the coat. His shirt was useless now and with a final look towards the bathroom, where he heard water running, he opened the door and slid out.<br><br>There was no time to lose. She would surely come after him, so he had to get as far away as possible from her. He ignored the pain in his shoulder and started to jog into the forest, trying to push away the voice in his head telling him to go back.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf and The Hunter (wolventears &amp; Diingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>31-03-2015, 23:16:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She stilled when she heard the front door close. She cursed and quickly shut the water off and ran from the bathroom, still soaking wet and flung open her front door. <br><br>God dammit. If she went after him now though, he'd fight her. He was frightened and even a wolf, when frightened, acted out in aggression. She'd give him a head start, letting him get some distance between them but she would go after him. She had to. <br><br>He didn't have to go through this alone. She had, but at least she had known what was happening, what she was. He didn't and the wolf could take over, forcing him to loose himself.<br><br>She went back inside dried herself off, before dressing in loose clothing that was easily discarded if need be. Then grabbing her back pack, she filled it with plain roast beef sandwiches, he'd be starving she knew, and bottled water, then left, following her nose. <br><br>Once outside, she cursed. The man was hunter and he knew how to hide his tracks, but he was her mate, putting all of her concentration on it, she managed to pinpoint his scent and started in that direction. <br><br>She wondered what he was feeling. She knew there was some anger there, fear definitely, but was the wolf protesting about him leaving and running from her like hers was telling her to hurry the hell up and find her mate?
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf and The Hunter (wolventears &amp; Diingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Diingo</strong> on <strong>01-04-2015, 22:41:12</strong>
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				Michael was panting as he stumbled through the woods. He didn't expect to be able to avoid Evelyn for long, but time was what he needed. Time to think about what had actually happened to him and how he should continue. Stopping to catch his breath for just a second, he spotted a river not too far away. <br><br>He figured he could use the river to get away from Evelyn. Already he could feel that nagging feeling in his head, pushing him to return to her and accept his fate. With a growl he started to walk again, ignoring the hollow feeling in his chest.<br><br>The water was cold, but Michael ignored it. He let himself drift down the river for a while before he struggled&nbsp; to the other side. His shoulder was throbbing and he had difficulty moving it. He made it to the other side safe enough and lay on the bank, panting. He was fearing what he would have to do.<br><br>Rising to his feet, he started moving again. Away from Evelyn.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf and The Hunter (wolventears &amp; Diingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>02-04-2015, 00:59:12</strong>
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				Evelyn had a little extra pep in her step, following his scent to the east, but she kept a ways behind him, so not to make him flip out. <br><br>She had no idea what he could be going through as she was born a werewolf. Being a regular, plain ol' everyday human who had been bitten was one thing, but being a hunter, a man who was practically raised with a weapon of silver in his hand was a whole different thing entirely. <br><br>She could only begin to imagine the things going through his head. They weren't even officially mated yet, no bite to seal the deal, but she already felt a connection with him. When they had come together, and he had cum inside her, her wolf had laid down for him, waiting. Just waiting. But the fact that he had left had left her agitated to all hell. <br><br>It should never be the female to chase after the male. But their situation was a tricky one and she knew there could be no other way. <br><br>She cocked her head as a sound came to her ears. Then a splash. Fuck. <br><br>She took off at a run and came to the river located in her territory. Damn it. The man was smart. He had crossed the river, hiding his scent. She growled, her claws coming out and pricking her palms as she fisted her hands. <br><br>She began following the river down a ways, looking this way and that to catch the sign of anything. And after about fifteen minutes of walking, she found a wet trail that lead out of the water on the other side of the river. She couldn't catch his scent, the water having masked it, but she'd find him. She needed to before he did something he'd regret.<br><br>Oh, she'd find him. She had no doubt.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf and The Hunter (wolventears &amp; Diingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Diingo</strong> on <strong>02-04-2015, 01:42:29</strong>
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				Michael was tired. The werewolf venom was running through his body, changing him. He was hiding in a cave some distance from the river, panting and watching the entrance, prepared to run if Evelyn showed up.<br><br>His shoulder had almost healed. He had been surprised and disgusted when he pulled off the wet bandages, almost seeing the wound disappearing. It was truly the mark of a beast. A scar he would have for the rest of his life.<br><br>Picking up one of his silver tipped arrows, he put the tip to his finger and cursed. It had burn like nothing else. He threw the arrow away and put his head in his hands. <em>"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.."</em> He repeated in his head over and over. It was already too late. Could it even be reversed? He doubted it. It was his curse now.<br><br>Laying down on the hard ground, he laid eyes on his gun laying with his coat. Two days until the full moon. Two days to end it before it started.<br><br><hr><br>Michael had evaded Evelyn for two days, sometimes she had been so close he could smell her and he almost just ran up to her, but stopped himself in time. If it was like she had said, he didn't want her to know or be there when he ended it.<br><br>He was kneeling in a clearing, panting and dirty. His energy was almost at an end. It had been impossible to catch anything in his state and his body was starving for food. He was looking up at the sky, knowing that the moon was there. It was shrouded by thick clouds but it was there, calling to him. He looked down in his right hand and smiled. The gun who had taken many lives, human and werewolf alike, was resting comfortably in his palm. It was time.<br><br>He didn't hesitate as he raised his hand, aimed the gun at his temple, cocked it and sighed. "Forgive me.." He whispered but was startled when he heard rustling to the side of him. There she stood, bright and shining like the moon itself. And then, the whole clearing bathed in the pale moon light.<br><br>His body convulsed as he lurched forward, the gun falling useless beside him. Groaning, he felt his body starting to twist and turn. Bones stretching, his skin breaking, his eyes turning golden as he stared at the moon. He was too late.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf and The Hunter (wolventears &amp; Diingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>02-04-2015, 03:00:00</strong>
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				Two days of him evading her and she was a pretty good tracker if she did say so herself. A couple of times, she thought she almost had him but he managed to get away. But, luckily, he hadn't done anything he'd regret, sticking to the woods and wild areas. She was always up for a hike, but damn. Even her wolf was tired. <br><br>It was finally the night of the full moon and she had followed his scent to this part of the woods. He had made sure to zig zag, go here and there, double back and everything to keep her from finding him. It was annoying as all hell but she was proud at the same time. <br><br>Finally though, she thought he had finally stopped. Already the sun had fallen and the moon was up but it was hidden behind heavy cloud cover. But any moment it would show it's face. <br><br>As she looked around, the sound of a gun cocking hit her ears. Her face shot in that direction. "Michael, no," she whispered as she dropped her back pack and took off at a run. <br><br>She broke through the tree line just as the moon decided to show itself. Her silver light fell upon him and it began. <br><br>He dropped the gun as his body began convulsing, bones popping audibly. Things moved to knew positions, fur sprouted as his face elongated while his ears elongated and moved up slightly. <br><br>The first shift was always the worst and the longest, but minutes later, a sandy colored wolf stood before her, panting before he turned and looked at her with amber eyes. <br><br>She yanked her shirt off over her head, letting her own shift come over her and a few short moments later, she stood as a black wolf, her stance wide and defensive incase he thought to attack her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf and The Hunter (wolventears &amp; Diingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Diingo</strong> on <strong>02-04-2015, 03:29:31</strong>
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				A growl escaped the newly born wolf's snout as he opened his eyes. He took a tentative step forward, watching the ground, sniffing the air. He could smell the trees, the river far away, the rabbits in their holes. But there was one scent that caught his attention more than the others. A female.<br><br>Turning towards the scent, Michael saw her. She was a werewolf, a lycan, like him. Michael was not fully in control of what he was doing, reacting to the primal instincts of his newfound self. The wolf in him called out to this female. Walking slowly towards her, he looked at her. He was a lot bigger than she was, but he was still wary of her.<br><br>When she didn't do anything to stop him, he came up close to her and sniffed the air. Her scent was so strong and a low growl built in his throat as he carefully nuzzled her neck, standing as close as he could. This was his mate. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf and The Hunter (wolventears &amp; Diingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>02-04-2015, 03:36:52</strong>
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				She watched the wolf step towards her. He wasn't acting in aggression, but more so caution. His steps were slow as if he were gaging her reaction. She stayed still, as nonthreatening as possible. <br><br>He came close, only a hairsbreadth away and sniffed. She kept still, even as the growl rumbled his throat, but he came forward and nuzzled her, accepting her. <br><br>Her wolf reacted instantly, nuzzling him back, pulling back slightly to lick his snout. Then she hopped back and yipped, putting her chest to the ground, ass up and tail wagging in a playful manner. Now it was time for him to experience how fun it was to be a wolf. <br><br>She jumped up, pushing her head into him, snapping gently and yipping once again before jumping back to his side, tail wagging. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf and The Hunter (wolventears &amp; Diingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Diingo</strong> on <strong>02-04-2015, 04:24:39</strong>
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				Michael was still not in control, so when Evelyn entered play-mode, his wolf took a leap at the chance. Letting loose a bark, he buffed at her, gently nipping at her rear as he passed her. He took a wide leap, the muscles in his body starting to come alive as he turned and look at Evelyn, his tongue lolling out of his mouth, his tail wagging.<br><br>It was like watching someone else moving him around. Michael was just a spectator, yet it was him that was now playfully chasing and escaping Evelyn in the clearing. Yips and barks filled the forest as the two wolves ran around. The anguish and hopelessness he had felt before had been replaced by happiness and belonging. Somehow it all felt right, all the pieces of the puzzle had been gathered.<br><br>After a while of playing, the two wolves stood, panting in the moonlight, looking at each other. Michael was feeling rejuvenated, but he also felt something else. Approaching her, slowly, he licked her muzzle, then stood next to her, just looking her in the eyes. He wanted her. He put up one of his front paws on her flank, as if asking permission.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf and The Hunter (wolventears &amp; Diingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>02-04-2015, 05:26:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He joined in, playing back, running and nipping and enjoying himself as a wolf. They kept at it for a long while until they just stood in the clearing, the wolves panting. <br><br>He walked up to her and licked her muzzle then standing beside her, his amber eyes met her green and his paw lifted and he placed it on her flank. She licked her lips as he gazed at her, those amber eyes full of a heat she wanted so much to feel. <br><br>She walked back a bit, licked his muzzle then turned herself, her rear in front of him before putting her chest on the ground once more, this time for a different reason, her bottom up in the air as her tail waved slowly back and forth. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf and The Hunter (wolventears &amp; Diingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Diingo</strong> on <strong>02-04-2015, 16:19:52</strong>
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				She knew what he wanted. It was probably a mutual want, and Michael was getting more and more comfortable with this new part of himself. Her lick on his muzzle made him whine, his body filled with the need of her.<br><br>As she presented herself to him, he couldn't hold back. With a growl, he mounted her, his cock already as hard as it could be. He leaned his weight down on her as he thrust his hips forward, sliding into her. This wasn't like their first time. This was pure animalistic lust, and he growled as he pushed in and out of her at a rapid pace.<br><br>His teeth came down and took a hold of her neck. Not hard enough to break the skin, but to show off his dominance, his position as her mate.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf and The Hunter (wolventears &amp; Diingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>02-04-2015, 16:33:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She let out a breath she didn't realize she had been holding as he mounted her and slid his cock into her tight heat. Gods, she hadn't experienced this before, but sex while a wolf was something all it's own. <br><br>Every nerve ending was alive and she could feel every single bit of him, behind her, on top of her, inside her. And then he took ahold of her neck with his teeth and it was like an explosion had gone off. <br><br>She slammed her eyes shut, fireworks going off behind her lids and her paws buried into the earth beneath her as her pussy clenched around him, urging him to join her. She let out a whimpering moan, the feeling almost to much but intoxicating. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf and The Hunter (wolventears &amp; Diingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Diingo</strong> on <strong>02-04-2015, 17:08:43</strong>
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				She felt so good around him, Michael's growling only getting louder as she tightened. He was lost in the sensation of having sex as a wolf, and it wouldn't take long before he would explode inside of her.<br><br>Her whimpering moan brought him over the edge. Letting go off her neck, he thrust inside of her one final time before howling towards the moon, spilling his seed inside of her. His body spasmed in the throes of his orgasm, his eyes clenched shut.<br><br>He stood like that for a while, still inside of her, his cock starting to softening before he fell back. He watched as Evelyn sank to the ground, panting in post-orgasmic bliss, just as he was. He laid down next to her, gently nuzzling her and licking her, pressing himself as close to her as possible. With his lust satisfied, Michael was in control. He wanted this now, despite his reluctance before. This, them together, was his life now and he embraced it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf and The Hunter (wolventears &amp; Diingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>02-04-2015, 17:26:10</strong>
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				He came only a second behind her. He stood behind her for a bit, before falling back and sliding out of her. She sank down to her belly, her legs no longer able to hold her up as she panted. <br><br>He laid beside her, nuzzling and licking as he pressed himself close. She reciprocated, nuzzling against him before pressing her nose to his. He'd see the blossoming of an emotion there in the green depths of her eyes. <br><br>Then she lowered her head and tucked it against his chest, her neck over his front leg as her eyes closed, the exhaustion from the last day of following him, then finding and playing with him as a wolf, then the pleasure they had just found together finally grasping her in it's hold. <br><br>Within moment, her breathing had slowed and was steady as sleep took ahold of her. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf and The Hunter (wolventears &amp; Diingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Diingo</strong> on <strong>03-04-2015, 22:11:33</strong>
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				With a sigh of content, Michael laid his head over hers and closed his eyes, quickly following her into sleep. He was warm and he was satisfied. His fever nightmares was replaced by dreams of wolves.<br><br>Sunlight caused Michael to open his eyes slowly. Morning had already come and he was laying beside the now human Evelyn, both of them naked as the day they were born. They had changed back during the night and Michael took a moment just staring at the woman who he was spooning. <em>"My mate."</em> He thought, marvelling over how at peace he felt compared to the last days of chaos.<br><br>Despite being in his human form, he didn't feel cold laying in the wet grass naked. It all felt natural to him now. He no longer heard the voice in his head and realised it was because he was where he was supposed to be.<br><br>Draping one arm over Evelyn, feeling her warmth, he pressed closer to her. He nuzzled his face into her hair, taking deep breaths and just enjoying the smell of her along with the fresh smell of the woods around them.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf and The Hunter (wolventears &amp; Diingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>03-04-2015, 22:30:51</strong>
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				She let out a soft moan, snuggling back into the warmth behind her. An arm was draped over her waist and the owner's earthy scent filled her nose. She entwined her fingers with his as her eyes slid open. <br><br>It was morning, the sun rising and birds chirping. They must have fallen asleep after their bout last night and shifted back as the moon set and the sun rose. She pulled his hand toward her mouth and laid a kiss on his knuckles. <br><br>"Good morning, my sweet wolf. How do you feel?" she asked.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf and The Hunter (wolventears &amp; Diingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Diingo</strong> on <strong>03-04-2015, 23:04:05</strong>
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				He smiled as she let out a moan and snuggled closer towards him. The arm draped over her waist pulled her closer as well, wanting more of that warmth that eradiated from her body.<br><br>Pulling some of her hair out of the way, he exposed her neck and the side of her face. He started to plant soft kisses over her neck and down her shoulder as she spoke.<br><br><em>"Sweet wolf, huh? Guess I got to get used to that."</em> He thought as he chuckled. "Good morning to you too. I feel... better. There is no chaos in my mind anymore." He said as he licked at the nape of her neck, feeling himself harden against her. "Only thoughts of you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf and The Hunter (wolventears &amp; Diingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>03-04-2015, 23:08:46</strong>
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				She mmmed as he pulled her hair from her neck and began kissing there. "That's good to hear." She turned her head to look at him over her shoulder.&nbsp; <br><br>"What kind of thoughts about me?" she asked, moving her bottom against his hardening length.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf and The Hunter (wolventears &amp; Diingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Diingo</strong> on <strong>03-04-2015, 23:51:19</strong>
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				Michael groaned as she moved against him. "Naughty thoughts." He whispered in her ear as his hand slid downwards towards her pussy. It stopped before it got there, his finger rubbing teasing circles just below her belly button. "Happy thoughts."<br><br>He pressed himself against her, his cock rubbing against her ass as he leaned forward and softly kissed her. It wasn't as much passion as it was love in the kiss. When he pulled back, he looked into her eyes and smiled. "And how are you feeling?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf and The Hunter (wolventears &amp; Diingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>04-04-2015, 02:01:17</strong>
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				She moaned lightly as he rubbed against her bottom, his fingers teasing her and oh, so close to where she wanted him. At his question, she made a slight show of stretching, her lithe body moving tantalizingly against him. <br><br>"Had a great night, running and playing with a great guy, some equally great sex. Slept well cuddled next to him. So, all in all, I'm feeling pretty good. But," she rubbed her bottom a little more forcefully against his cock."I could be better," she said huskily. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf and The Hunter (wolventears &amp; Diingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Diingo</strong> on <strong>04-04-2015, 03:10:45</strong>
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				"Is that right?" He said with a smile, his hand drifting lower and lower until it reached her pussy. Michael wanted this to last. The first time had been quick, both of them high on lust. The second time had also been quick, overwhelmed by the change in him and the new sensations. But now, he wanted to take his time, to make her squirm under his touch.<br><br>As his hand reached her sex, he could already feel her need and her want for him. He felt the same way as her body moved more forcefully against him. He leaned forward again, kissing her more forcefully, his tongue lapping at her lips as two of his fingers pushed inside of her, slowly moving in and out.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf and The Hunter (wolventears &amp; Diingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>04-04-2015, 04:01:46</strong>
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				She reached up and caressed his cheek as he smiled, his hand slipping lower. He kissed her, his tongue sliding along her lips as he kissed her hard. Her eyes closed and she opened to him, immediately accepting him. Then his fingers slid into her tight heat. So wet, so hot, he was able to slip in smoothly, in and out. <br><br>She moaned into his lips, then moved, sliding a little to her back against the cool grass so she could lay there for him, her body open and her legs spread. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf and The Hunter (wolventears &amp; Diingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Diingo</strong> on <strong>05-04-2015, 01:33:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He leaned over her as she slid to her back, his lips not leaving hers. He was still laying on his side, his engorged cock sliding against her thigh as he continued to push his fingers in and out of her. His thumb was slowly rubbing her clit as he continued to pleasure his new mate.<br><br>Breaking the kiss, he panted as he looked at her. She was so beautiful panting and squirming under him. Her body was warm and oh, so soft and drove him towards new heights of lust. He knew what she wanted, what she needed but he intended to pleasure her fully before he gave it to her.<br><br>"How are you feeling now?" He said teasingly, his voice getting darker and taking on an animalistic tone as he spoke. His eyes was starting to change color as well, turning into his wolf's color as he looked into hers. His hand at her sex never let up, continuing to tease her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf and The Hunter (wolventears &amp; Diingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>07-04-2015, 02:21:42</strong>
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				She moaned and spread her legs wider for him. Her eyes opened and she licked her lips, looking into eyes that were turning a wolf amber. She smiled. Her hands ran up her sides to her breasts. <br><br>"I feel better so much better, but truthfully, I always feel good when your hands are on me," she practically purred.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf and The Hunter (wolventears &amp; Diingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Diingo</strong> on <strong>10-04-2015, 02:23:49</strong>
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				Michael chuckled at her words and slowly withdrew his fingers, figuring that the teasing was enough. Despite his soar body, he rolled gently on top of her and lined up his cock with her moist sex.<br><br>She was so warm, he felt like she would start a fire in the grass they were laying in. Without words, he slowly started to push inside of her, letting out a soft growl as he did. He felt something change in his mouth and groaned when he pricked his tongue on one of his now grown teeth.<br><br>He didn't pay it much attention as he bottomed out inside of her, closing his eyes as he just enjoyed the feeling of pure bliss as she wrapped around him so tight.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf and The Hunter (wolventears &amp; Diingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>11-04-2015, 13:20:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				When he rolled on top of her, his weight felt fantastic, welcome. As he began sliding into her moist heat, she arched her back to take him fully, deeply. <br><br>With a moan, she opened her eyes and reached up, caressing his cheek. She smiled. "You feel so good," she whispered before her legs wrapped around his waist. <br><br>She clenched around his cock, her pussy muscles urging him to move as she stared up into those amber eyes.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf and The Hunter (wolventears &amp; Diingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Diingo</strong> on <strong>22-04-2015, 00:49:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Groaning, he felt her squeeze his cock. She wanted this as much as he did and he wasn't going to disappoint her. He started to slide in and out of her, pushing in hard and withdrawing slowly. His eyes never left hers and her hand on his cheek seemed to burn the skin it touched.<br><br>"Likewise." He said at her words, his voice hoarse and dark with arousal. He pressed his body against hers, leaning on his forearms as he leaned down and captured her lips with his, kissing her slowly but passionately. Michael felt the change in his canines, how they had elongated and sharpened and in his haze of lust, he was worried he would hurt her with them.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf and The Hunter (wolventears &amp; Diingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>24-04-2015, 17:32:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He started to move deliciously inside her and he gave her the best kiss she had ever experienced. She moaned into that kiss, loving it, loving him. <br><br>As her tongue slid over his own, it grazed one of his now elongated canines. She stopped the kiss and looked into his amber eyes, eyes of the wolf. Her wolf reacted in kind, her green eyes darkening. "Bite me, Michael. Make me yours," she said before turning her head and presenting him with the left side of her neck. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf and The Hunter (wolventears &amp; Diingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Diingo</strong> on <strong>29-04-2015, 03:07:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				When she broke the kiss and spoke, Michael's movement slowed down. Her words ignited something inside of him and when she presented her neck to him, he almost let out a growl out of sheer lust. He started to pick up speed with his thrusts again as he leaned down, smelling her before he licked her neck. He could taste her sweat, its flavor exciting him further as he opened his mouth and bit down, hard.<br><br>It was like an explosion went off in his head. The metallic taste of her blood, this time without the foul seasoning of poison, only made him bite down harder as he started to push into her harder and harder. He wanted to see her face, but at the same time he felt a primal need to hold on to her neck, to experience this ritual of making her his true mate. The excitement was building in him and he could feel himself approaching an orgasm unlike any other he had experienced. But he would hold it off, making sure Evelyn received the same pleasure that he was about to achieve.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf and The Hunter (wolventears &amp; Diingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>29-04-2015, 07:18:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				When his teeth locked on, the sharp points piercing her neck, she felt an explosion go off in and around her. By him marking her and taking her blood into his body, it was like all the pieces of the puzzle came together.<br><br>She was crying out as she became utterly and irovacably his as the orgasm crashed down upon her, her pussy clenching and spasming around his cock. Her arms wrapped around him, holding him close as she rode out wave after wave of bliss.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf and The Hunter (wolventears &amp; Diingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Diingo</strong> on <strong>04-05-2015, 05:45:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Everything about her pushed him over the edge. He had tried to fight off his orgasm, but her release made him let go. With a loud groan, he pushed inside of her and spent himself, his cock twitching inside of her. His hand desperatly grabbed onto her, pulling her closer to him as he let the bliss just wash over him.<br><br>As he came down from his high, he was lying on top of her, panting heavily. It had begun slow, but ended with him spending most of his energy. "That.. was incredible." He managed to say as he rolled off her, his softening cock sliding out of her as he lay on his back next to her. The sun was shining and the turmoil from the recent days had ended. He was at peace.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf and The Hunter (wolventears &amp; Diingo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>05-05-2015, 01:53:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She laid beside him, panting herself, a sense of euphoria filling her. She felt wonderful in a way she had never experienced before. Like everything was perfect. Her body was sated, full of warmth. Her wolf was calm and content. She let out a sigh of contentment. <br><br>"I can't agree with you more." She looked over at him. "How are you feeling about all of this?"
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