The Weight of Being Werewolf {Fenrir & tiberianius}
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				Title: <strong>The Weight of Being Werewolf {Fenrir &amp; tiberianius}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fenrir</strong> on <strong>19-04-2015, 04:58:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/JXn3zl8.jpg)</div> <div align="center"><strong>Month Five</strong></div><br>The sound of the car somewhere down the ridge had not escaped Amelia's notice, but that might be because she was tracking the car specifically.&nbsp; Most would not have even heard the noise, but her keen hearing could even pick up the sound of the tires rolling against the pavement.&nbsp; The pavement was just a little damp, the steady snowfall not quiet able to stick to the warmer road quiet yet, it made it all easier for her.&nbsp; The snow was a few inches deep at this point but the cold air did not bother her abnormally warm body, despite the fact she was not wearing a jacket at all.&nbsp; It was a car full of college aged men and women, they had made the mistake of stopping almost four miles back one of the men had decided he could not wait to get to whatever they were headed to empty his bladder.&nbsp; The cold air made it easier for her to pick up their scent on when Amelia had been innocently out on a run but there was something about hunting that she could never resist.<br><br>Hungry eyes had watched them while they drunkenly climbed out of the car, never leaving the scene but not bothering to move closer.&nbsp; Soon they had felt that unnerving feeling of being watched that some humans seemed to have a sixth sense about... While it might have been annoying to give her presence away there was nothing like the fear coursing through their veins in response.&nbsp; It was almost intoxicating and hell, that's what made the hunt so much fun... so she had tracked them, running at top speeds and taking short cuts over ridges that the car had to go around.&nbsp; There was apparently a party somewhere out in the woods, despite the fact that people were not supposed to be around for like a fifty mile radius or something.&nbsp; A smirk crossed her face, her eyes shifting from their normal green to red as she caught sight of the car about twenty yards over near the road.&nbsp; What fortune, to hunt them to even more people to hunt.&nbsp; They came to a pause at some sort of stop sign and even Amelia was pretty sure they were lost since the concrete had slowly drifted off into a gravel road.&nbsp; The windows were cracked and she could hear them arguing about whether they should keep looking or just go home as she slowly crept closer to the car.<br><br>She glared at the offending car of people, they were supposed to lead her to this party and they could not get their shit together enough to do so!&nbsp; A dainty hand moved out to her side as she concentrated on elongating the limb, slowly pulling out her claws until her whole hand only vaguely represented the word.&nbsp; There was a low growl in her throat as her entire body tensed and she darted across the road, just behind the car itself.&nbsp; Her claws came out as she passed, ripping into the tires of the car as she moved by causing a loud expulsion of air from rubber.&nbsp; Amelia waited in the safety of the trees on the opposite side of the road now, listening to the loud cries of the women and the attempts to maintain bravery from the men.&nbsp; Amelia smirked, feeling the beast inside becoming slowly more satisfied the longer she pushed the envelop.&nbsp; She heard one of the males ask if anyone else had seen the shadow dart from the treeline and the tree she was knelt next to scrapped against her bare arm when she crouched next to it, her clawed hand coming up to dig into the bark in excitement.&nbsp; Her auburn hair was wild and crazy, showing her beast within even if her face showed nothing but smooth skin and innocence.&nbsp; She was dressed in jeans that were cut off somewhere around her thighs and a plain white shirt that would probably be fairly transparent in normal light.&nbsp; Her bare feet showed no signs of scuffs, cuts, or frostbite despite the fact she had spent hours running through the snow filled forest.<br><br>The four people were obviously trapped and somehow she had the feeling they probably did not have very good signal on their phones... though it had been months since she had used her own so she could not be sure.&nbsp; It did not matter... The fear leaking out from the cracked windows was almost delicious and Amelia's head tilted back so she could get a better whiff of it.&nbsp; A low growl started from deep within her, slowly intensifying.&nbsp; One of them would have to get out of the car eventually and Amelia would wait for that exact moment, she was ever the patient hunter. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Weight of Being Werewolf {Fenrir &amp; tiberianius}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tiberianius</strong> on <strong>19-04-2015, 05:59:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"> (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/1c/61/c7/1c61c74ce85b9fd0b5f60dc541dd952c.jpg)</div>Justin was pissed...&nbsp; He had found the door to the monastery wide open, her footprints leading off into the snow... She knew, <em>knew</em> that they were not supposed to move around turning this training period, that the entire special dispensation had a very strict set of rules and the merest hint of their violation was enough that other hunter kill teams could be dispatched to hunt them down.&nbsp; Yes, she had demonstrated remarkable control as of late, but this... this was the sort of thing that could blow up in their faces!&nbsp; And for what?&nbsp; He knew her well enough to guess that the trail was a false one weaving back and forth until he would be lost in the pine trees to the north... He was certain she used all the tricks to fool a tracker... dumping snow from the heavily laden boughs to disturb the scent and trail, backtracking and double-backing until even the wiliest hunter would become confused and entangled... And why?&nbsp; Because she had taught him all those... and she was still better at it than him...<br><br>On the other hand... he knew what she wanted... Well he had a pretty good guess anyway... there was only a few things out in this Wyoming wildness that were worth the trouble unless you counted this isolated monastery in the middle of nowhere.&nbsp; The nearest road was to the south, along a steep ridge that cut into the mountainside.&nbsp; She would be somewhere out there... and all he had to do was find her before she caused any trouble.&nbsp; He set off at a dead run, wearing nothing more than ragged blue jeans, long since worn and abused...&nbsp; His breath forming small white clouds as he kicked snow up, moving effortlessly through the deep drifts...<br><br><hr><br>An hour later he heard the sound of a car.... and knew... knew that she was close by... call it instinct, call it training, call it precognition... it didn't matter... Amelia was close... He breathed out great steaming clouds of hot&nbsp; breath, looking carefully for her from his position up higher up on the ridge... and then he saw her... a partially changed arm ripping at the back of the car which had stupidly stopped... They were probably lost or drunk or both... His rage gave him speed... and he doubted that she even realized that <em>he</em> was the one that the passengers had seen dashing across the road not her... But now he was too close for her not to notice him charging down upon her, a cloud of white snow billowing up behind him as he ran on all fours towards her his glowing yellow eyes locked on her pale form.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Weight of Being Werewolf {Fenrir &amp; tiberianius}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fenrir</strong> on <strong>19-04-2015, 07:20:21</strong>
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				It was the fact that Amelia was so intent on her prey, that she did not notice her companion's approach until she caught sight of snow being thrown up into the air.&nbsp; Red eyes came to meet his yellow with ease, almost like she knew it would be him once her attention had been pulled from those in the car.&nbsp; He was barreling down on her at top speed, probably even faster than normal if she had to guess.&nbsp; Justin.&nbsp; There was a sudden, strange feeling in the pit of her stomach as she remembered how angry he would be with her... like Amelia had been caught doing something she was specifically not supposed to be doing.&nbsp; Apprehension was the closest feeling she could figure it to be, because no matter how angry he was there was really no reason to fear him.&nbsp; She growled again, this time in complete frustration as she turned from both him and the vehicle of people, ripping the bark of the tree away in the motion.<br><br>Her legs were fast, but she always preferred running on two legs to his typical four... but even if they were on the same amount of limbs he just simply ran faster than her.&nbsp; Always had, it was actually kind of annoying but really, Amelia was not trying to get away from him, just put distance between them and the humans in the car.&nbsp; They were going to argue... fight... maybe fuck if things went that way and a lot of the time one of them forced it in that direction eventually.&nbsp; No matter what happened, Justin knew her well enough to know she was not really running away from him or the situation but in his rage he might not even care.&nbsp; She was not the type to back off before the curse, let alone now with all the forcefulness of the werewolf nature.&nbsp; Her feet shifted, growing longer and more canine to try and gain more speed, aiming for just enough to put plenty of distance between them and the car before he caught up to her.<br><br>Eventually she heard him right behind her and she stopped turning to face him, red eyes meeting yellow once again.&nbsp; Amelia was prepared for anything: the curse controlled them a lot of the time and it could be hard to predict one another, even if they had spent an endless amount of time together so far.&nbsp; Hell, she almost expected him to attack her, or pin her down... some show of superiority if she had to guess.&nbsp; She had knowingly broken the rules, right after they had literally just argued, fought, and fucked about them specifically... but it had been his fault for falling asleep just after it and leaving her to her own devices!&nbsp; Now matter how fast he approached or what he did he would probably notice that smug thought and look on her face.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Weight of Being Werewolf {Fenrir &amp; tiberianius}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tiberianius</strong> on <strong>19-04-2015, 08:18:40</strong>
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				Her smug look was enough to set his teeth on edge, but he stopped when she stopped, slowly stretching upward, his bones popping and cracking back into place, taking one staggered step then another much more solidly before on his third he was striding towards her as if people walked through the snow and ice with hardly anything on all the time.&nbsp; He breathed out as if calming himself and then kicked a large plume of snow up into the air, blocking her line of sight for a just long enough to pounce at her, pinning her nubile ass to the ice covered ground.&nbsp; "Really?&nbsp; Are you trying to get us killed?"&nbsp; He hissed at her, as he straddled her and quickly spread her legs with his knees to prevent her from getting much leverage.&nbsp; He knew she was wiry but there was ways to control that.<br><br>"Don't you dare struggle against me Red!&nbsp; You don't even have your transformations under control yet!"&nbsp; He raged more than a little pissed, "What if you had bitten one of them huh?&nbsp; We would have had to kill some stupid schmuck just because they were in the wrong place at the wrong time!&nbsp; Kids!"&nbsp; He had a soft spot for younger folks since that was how he'd gotten his start into the world of monster hunting and the thought of harming them always made him... a bit angry.<br><br>He perked his ears but he can't hear anything above the soft muffled snowfall as the Wyoming landscape continues to be covered in white... They were far enough that regardless they were unlikely to be disturbed... Good...<br><br>As for falling asleep... Come on now, he was entitled to resting after that marathon...&nbsp; It wasn't his fault that she just seemed to get more energetic regardless of how long they went!&nbsp; Even a werewolf runs out of stamina... or at least gets dehydrated...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Weight of Being Werewolf {Fenrir &amp; tiberianius}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fenrir</strong> on <strong>19-04-2015, 10:09:09</strong>
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				Watching him shift was definitely something, almost effortlessly from one form to another but when he kicked up the snow to block her view Amelia did not even jump taking the time between when he stopped running and threw up the snow to shift back to human herself.&nbsp; Justin came at her, through the snow and she had relaxed her body enough to soften the blow when he finally pounced and pinned her.&nbsp; Sheesh, he really must be furious with her.&nbsp; &nbsp; Almost as if he heard the thought and wanted to reinforce the idea, he immediately started yelling at her.&nbsp; His movements were fluid as he straddled her then shifted to spread her legs with his knees: she refused to struggle, just because that's probably what he expected and he yelled even more at her.&nbsp; Her eyes looked up into his, reading the rage easily but her body reacted completely different.&nbsp; Amelia let him vent all his frustrations, her legs spreading further and coming up to wrap around his waist.&nbsp; A small noise of the barest acknowledgement of his words as her still free hands trailed lightly down his chest.&nbsp; Her mind was clearly elsewhere, there was definitely something about being pinned.&nbsp; <br><br>Hungry eyes, for an altogether different reason than actual hunger, gave the barest hint of a crimson glow before returning to their normal shade of red as she watched him listen for the car, or the people, or anything.&nbsp; She tilted her head to listen too, there were various animals scurrying about the fresh snow but nothing to worry about.&nbsp; The snow around them was relatively quickly melting with their high body heat but the icy water was slowly soaking through her clothes.&nbsp; She waited for all his attention to return to her before she addressed anything he had been yelling about.&nbsp; "I specifically told you earlier I <em>could </em>control my transformations and you cannot have it both ways Justin.&nbsp; Either I endangered them, or they endangered us.&nbsp; The idea that you could be worried about both is silly and irrational.&nbsp; They were just humans."&nbsp; There was something about the way he said kids that upset her and she thought about correcting the oversight, they had been clearly drunk, they were definitely not just kids.&nbsp; Young adults at least.&nbsp; But somehow she knew that would not get across, to him, it would be splitting hairs even if it were true.&nbsp; <br><br>They <em>were </em>just humans though and posed absolutely no threat to the two werewolves... Of course, it was debatable as to whether or not she would have hurt them.&nbsp; If she had, it probably would have been accidental.&nbsp; Without a thought her hands came up to wrap around him too, almost hanging from the man as she leaned up to kiss the delicious curve of his neck, almost like if he were not angry with her at all.&nbsp; Her previous feeling about being pinned rising to the surface over anything else and even she could not tell if it were a true action or a tactic to get him to believe her.&nbsp; "I just like the hunt..."&nbsp; She kept her mouth against his skin, feeling her breath move against his skin as she let her teeth graze against his skin in a tempting nip.&nbsp; "It's like foreplay to me, you know that...&nbsp; I would not have hurt them."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Weight of Being Werewolf {Fenrir &amp; tiberianius}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tiberianius</strong> on <strong>19-04-2015, 18:58:50</strong>
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				His anger vented as he finished shouting, that anger all too easily switching to another similar emotion... God he was being temperamental and the lycanthropy was no excuse...&nbsp; &nbsp;He ground his hips against her, slowly... teasing her...&nbsp; He should not be enjoying this but here he was, and loving every second.&nbsp; "Damn it Red... You are such a cocktease..."&nbsp; He shakes his head to clear it and he looks at her, seriousness all over his face, "Just humans is what the monsters say... the ones that we get rid of... Remember?&nbsp; Remember why you became a hunter?"<br><br>He has to take a moment to organize his thoughts to deal with her answer, "As for endangering... If a child goes and pokes a poisonous snake, and the snake bites and kills the child, would not the parents kill the snake?&nbsp; Come on, both you and I would have done that before, though I probably would have used a shotgun... but you get what I mean don't you?"&nbsp; His eyes fading back to their normal human brightness even as they search her face for some sign of understanding or argument.&nbsp; After a moment though he sighs and shakes his head, hoping he got through to her, but not certain.<br><br>&nbsp;"Prove it then Red.&nbsp; Shift here and now... Succubus, then werewolf, then human, and then backwards.&nbsp; Prove to me that you had this all under control; that you're not a dangerous monster..."&nbsp; He was deliberately goading her, knowing that changing to a succubus was difficult for her, he wasn't even certain she could switch from Human to Succubus without some external stimulus though this might all to well count for that... it certainly had already for him...&nbsp; The backwards part though was something else, something devious... He knew what his body wanted... knew it with every muscle, every nerve... He arched his back, closing his eyes for a moment as a vivid image of the last few days entered his mind.&nbsp; When he opened his eyes, that yellow gleam was back staring down at her body as if he wanted to gobble her up...<br><br>Which he did.<br><br>He pressed his chest against hers again, harder this time, "Oh and Red?"&nbsp; &nbsp;He leaned down and set his teeth against the skin of her neck biting hard enough to leave an angry red mark for a second, marking her as <em>his</em> once more.&nbsp; His voice is quiet, barely a whisper, his tone sultry, "Do it.... <em>slowly</em>..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Weight of Being Werewolf {Fenrir &amp; tiberianius}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fenrir</strong> on <strong>19-04-2015, 20:07:22</strong>
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				It was the moment he pressed his hips into her, rubbing them both in all the good places and calling her a cock tease, that Amelia knew that he would not continue being angry with her.&nbsp; Oh, he would lecture and reason with her, there was really no way out of that... but his anger had dissipated as quickly as it had built and that smug smirk spread over her face just before he began speaking again. There it was all the lessons and lecture, even throwing in a metaphor or two as if he really were a professor teaching some sort of especially slow student.&nbsp; Amelia listened politely but her eyes refused to meet his, instead moving down to watch how he had trapped her body with his, looking at those strong thighs that had pressed himself into her.&nbsp; How was she supposed to listen or respond properly when he purposely pinned her into submission?&nbsp; Yeah, yeah, she was flirting with danger but that's what she liked about it... she liked that edge and he just did not get it.&nbsp; Probably because he could not ride the edge without taking the leap.<br><br>Justin's challenge brought her human green eyes back to his no longer yellow ones.&nbsp; What an interesting test... normally he just forced her into werewolf form directly then made sure she could come back from it.&nbsp; Professor Justin would do such a thing, she chuckled at the sarcastic thought it cutting off when his gaze came back to her with that familiar yellow gaze.&nbsp; Hungry for all together different reason.&nbsp; He pressed harder into Amelia and her entire body shivered in pleasure when he bit into the tender skin of her neck, letting out a gasping breath in surprise.&nbsp; Justin's sultry voice spoke to her in several ways and she could no longer tell if he were just taking advantage of her over active sexual hormones... or was trying to help make the transition easier for her.&nbsp; But, hell at this point it did not even matter- they were going to fuck and they were going to fuck a lot.<br><br>She closed her eyes, pinned underneath him, reaching inside herself for the point she had identified as her succubi side... that direct line to any sexual thought or feeling she had ever had, bringing with it flashes of every single position and orgasm the two of them had thus far.&nbsp; She felt her body shifting gradually, her shirt slowly becoming tighter and tighter.&nbsp; Her breasts were becoming fuller, stretching out the flimsy white shirt to a point where a few seams popped loose, loud in the silent snowfall.&nbsp; Her pants became tighter as well as the curve of her ass became fuller to match.&nbsp; Honestly, Amelia only understood it on a fundamental level... something about a succubi wanting to ensure it was attractive in every way possible and more voluptuous curves was a great way to start.&nbsp; She reached further inside her, almost forgetting the man above her and her skin and all her features seemed to soften, becoming even more feminine and if it were not for the strange red tint that enveloped her body and hair she could have passed for a more beautiful woman.&nbsp; The red tint was hardly ever noticed by humans but she knew from experience that Justin could pick up on the subtle difference easily.<br><br>Her eyes popped back open, revealing her red eyes but they lacked the feral quality of a werewolf instead they were infused with an enticing glow... a glow that was warm and inviting, almost swirling with promises of pure pleasure.&nbsp; He would likely feel like the only man in the world when that particular gaze was on him, like only he specifically could sate all those desires her eyes clearly wanted.&nbsp; She smiled up at him, a soft smile that would probably make it seem like she was innocent, something that needed to be protected but lacking all the direct sexuality of her glowing eyes.&nbsp; "We both know I'm not a cock <em>tease</em>, I pay up entirely too often to be just a tease."&nbsp; Her voice was liquid seduction, having an almost indescribable quality of desire attached to it and despite the urge to physically goad him into skipping the rest of this test she stayed still, simply hanging from him like nothing had changed.&nbsp; It was a strange effect of this side of her, giving her all the patience in the world for pleasure instead of being overwhelmed by the desire to fulfill the growing need in her lower half but it was clearly always bubbling just under the surface from what she understood.&nbsp; <br><br>"Either plunge one form of your massive cock, or the other into me... or tell me this is sufficient enough to move onto the next form."&nbsp; Her words held no anger or frustration, but to humans it would probably be compelling: probably since the way she said cock made it seem like the word itself was being caressed as it slipped from her lips.&nbsp; Idly Amelia wondered exactly how much her voice effected Justin but he had the feeling he would not tell the truth if she did ask... eventually she would test her theories but for now she would wait for his cue, going exactly however slow he wanted- After all, pleasure came in many forms.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Weight of Being Werewolf {Fenrir &amp; tiberianius}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tiberianius</strong> on <strong>20-04-2015, 00:44:38</strong>
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				She wasn't paying a damn bit of attention was she?&nbsp; That voice in the back of his mind took note that something would have to be done sooner rather than later about that, but right now, his mind was focused on other things... much... closer... warmer things...&nbsp; He shook his head to clear it again, focusing his attention back on teasing her... He wanted to to ease her first transformation and slowly increase the difficulty until she either succeeded or failed...&nbsp; And if she failed he was going to take it out of her hide...&nbsp; He had to conceal his grin at that thought, really he was going to take it out on her hide one way or another regardless... That chase had him more than a little worked up and right now, feeling her body against his was only making him more aroused.<br><br>And her transformation didn't help either... It was taking all of his self control not to shift and take her, here and now... Would that be so bad he wondered for just a moment before biting his lip and curling his hands into fists and digging his nails into the skin of his palms.&nbsp; He let out a long exhale of hot breath that turns to white vapor above her, the pain helping him focus, though it really wasn't enough.&nbsp; &nbsp;He released just a tiny bit of his control, focusing it on his back... And suddenly there was another crackle as his spine contorted adjusting, lengthening as he let the small of his back transition, his torso lengthening slightly... His muscles feeling like they were being ripped apart... That pain was enough to bring him back into control... his abs rapidly hardening, thickening between them...<br><br>He grits his teeth at her comment about being a tease, "Oh no, you're right...&nbsp; you're my <em>bitch</em> aren't you little Red?"&nbsp; He said it matter of factly, not rude, not degrading, it had been a crude joke that slipped from his pain filled lips one night until he'd seen the reaction it had on her... and she knew exactly what he meant when he used it now.&nbsp; His eyes though were focused on her body, and the transformation under him... Her chest... her lips... He could see the light she radiated, almost beckoning him... <br><br>Her words though... she was using her wiles on him, and he wanted... wanted to give in...&nbsp; He reached down grabbing a handful of snow and smearing it over her breasts, the heat of their bodies melting the snow and turning the fabric translucent.&nbsp; She was magnificent... The popping of the seams on his jeans was the first indication that something was going on... His body was changing and he hadn't even noticed... He locked himself down, focusing on keeping the alteration where they started,&nbsp; slowing his change... His thighs were thick with muscle, and he felt like if he moved an inch, the tough denim already wrecked further from the run wouldn't hold... He could use this though... He focused...<br><br>Another pop this time, softer as the button holding his jeans gave way... He fed the change into his cock, thickening it, letting his lust have it's way until he could feel it fully transformed, the head pressed up against her stomach... He breathed out, taking a moment to let her feel him against her, grinding his hips slowly into her.&nbsp; "I think you're fine... Why not change Red?"&nbsp; He knew she had trouble with staying as a wolf when sex was involved, and there could be no doubt that what his body craved at this particular moment.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Weight of Being Werewolf {Fenrir &amp; tiberianius}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fenrir</strong> on <strong>20-04-2015, 06:43:41</strong>
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				Keen, glowing eyes took in the sight of Justin hovering over her and when she heard the telltale sounds of his own body transforming, she smirked up at him.&nbsp; Her legs wrapped tighter around him, grinding against him roughly while he shifted, his bones popping and muscles becoming more huge and defined.&nbsp; He called her, his bitch and Amelia's entire body quivered underneath him... something about that word, with that possessive little 'my' drove her in crazy, almost unbelievable ways.&nbsp; It used to annoy her, he used to use it as a barb- trying to cut her and compare her to a mere dog but the more control she gained, the more he used it when she was in this form the more of an effect it had on her.&nbsp; Her cunt reacted on its own, clenching as if it called to him.&nbsp; Justin reached for snow and she finally stopped clinging to him, letting her arms unwrap from around him to lay back in the snow.&nbsp; She knew what was coming, it was hardly the first time they had played with the temperature changes in the snow.<br><br>The cold was shocking and she gasped as it melted quickly through her shirt wetness dripping across her nipples.&nbsp; "Mmmm..." The noise slipped out, almost as if she were unaware... all she could concentrate on was the one little, freezing, droplet of water hovering on her breast as she watched him, hearing the own signs of more of his transformation.&nbsp; She smirked at him again, finding that same thought from before and throwing it at him.&nbsp; "And you say I have trouble controlling the change.&nbsp; You want me... want to fuck your little bitch?"&nbsp; Amelia's hips rolled into Justin, out right moaning when she felt his cock growing between them and her movements shifted to drag across the harden length purposely.&nbsp; The moan was unintentional but it almost sounded like a climax itself, the beauty of being a succubi was every single sexual thing seemed to be intensified.&nbsp; Justin ground his hips into hers, silently confirming her question, whether he meant to or not.&nbsp; She knew exactly how that big, literal monster cock would stretch out every bit of her in the best ways possible.<br><br>She was on the verge of asking him to forego the test all together, begging him to stop teasing her, when he purposely brought up her changing again.&nbsp; On the inside she momentarily raged at it, how could he not just want to fuck her senseless right now?&nbsp; He had given up the chance to hear her beg in succubi form, that would have been a rare treat for him.&nbsp; All because Justin was determined to prove she could not control her shifting.&nbsp; The irritation at not having him mount her right then and there made it easier for her to latch onto her werewolf side.&nbsp; Another moan from her, slowing turned into a harsh growl as her whole body seemed to pop at once.&nbsp; Amelia jerked underneath him, her breasts coming up to his chest as they started expanding once more as her legs unwrapped themselves from around him, trying to give herself more room to completely change.&nbsp; Gradually she elongated, with accompanying sounds of breaking bones and ripping muscles.&nbsp; She could feel her fur shifting just under her skin and it gave a terrible itching feeling that made her want to scratch, typically tearing up her clothes even more in her transformation process but she was trying to show her control.&nbsp; Amelia's clothes were becoming tighter and tighter, almost painfully tight before suddenly they almost exploded off of her when the seems popped, ripping in various places.&nbsp; Still she continued to grow, transforming all the way: her nose coming forward toward his face, her teeth growing into razor sharp fangs, her auburn fur bursting forth from her skin.&nbsp; The sound of jeans tearing was loud over the sounds of her body changing, and soon she looked back at him with her normal red, werewolf eyes as she finished.<br><br>The rags she had been wearing, had once been clothes and while she might regret their loss later she knew how much he liked to watch her rip through her clothes.&nbsp; White pieces of cloth hung all across her now rather giant bosom and flat abdomen, the jeans she had once warn strange pieces of scraps clinging to her legs.&nbsp; She snarled at him, that anger about being denied a good fucking unable to stay hidden, now that she had embraced her feral side so completely.&nbsp; Suddenly and without warning she grasped his arms, throwing him up and off of her as she took advantage of the fact she was fully transformed and he was not.&nbsp; Amelia was on him quicker than humanly possible, pinning him with just her rippling, fur covered thighs and pressing her lower half into that cock he had teased her so purposefully with.&nbsp; "Don't you dare struggle."&nbsp; The words were rough, almost like they were forced from the shape of a mouth not meant for human speech but they echoed the very words he had used to pin her in the first place.&nbsp; Amelia looked down at him like he were some form of prey she had very much trapped, white strips of cloth that had once been clothes barely hanging from her.&nbsp; <br><br>"Should have taken me when you had the chance, now you'll have to wait until I finish your test."&nbsp; Still though, she shifted her hips... rubbing at his length even as she said the words, waiting for him to give the order for her to turn back human.&nbsp; If he lost control and shifted, just to overpower and fuck her properly he would be confirming the point she had made about his own lack of control.&nbsp; Would it be cruel if she made him cum by stroking that enticing rod between her legs just like that, without letting him enter her?&nbsp; Amelia growled, shifting so the feeling of movement would rub against her own clit... they could both get off like this.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Weight of Being Werewolf {Fenrir &amp; tiberianius}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tiberianius</strong> on <strong>20-04-2015, 07:31:24</strong>
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				Justin did indeed want her... but there are times when waiting makes the pleasure greater... and this was going to be one of those times.&nbsp; His whispered "You know I do... you can feel it."&nbsp; He shifted his hips forward, sliding his cock over her stomach, a quiet nonverbal emphasis on just exactly what he was feeling.&nbsp; He wanted to be inside her, but teasing her, driving her body into that desperate craving for more... If she'd begged he probably couldn't have resisted but as it was, he was glad she didn't.&nbsp; <br><br>Justin found it difficult to take his eyes off of her body as she writhed underneath him, snapping and growing... Oh he did so love this... He placed his hand against her stomach, feeling the muscles literally pushing against his hand as her body swelled with raw power... He felt the urge to change almost as strongly as when the moon rose, but he needed... needed his mind for this, not just because he wanted to tease her, or test her... but because she was his everything and required his full attention.&nbsp; Perhaps later they would be like animals, giving in to that glorious need, but for now it was impossibly easy to buckle down on his control and stop the change... <br>He didn't even no why that was, but if he had to hazard a guess it was because she was riding that ragged edge and he was giving her that...<br><br>He leaned his head down and slowly licked her massive breast in one long... tenuous stroke, his eyes rolling upward as she finished changing, her soft fur on his tongue... Looking into her red eyes smirking at her like she had smirked at him earlier.&nbsp; He slowly finished the motion, enjoying it as if he had been licking a particularly delicious and gigantic lollypop.&nbsp; "Very nice," He whispers it softly to her face, partially because it's true, partially to get a rise out of her... This strange serenity was useful... <br><br>"Oof!"&nbsp; He chuckles as she flips him around, his large frame resting under her much larger body... He could spend hours just watching her like this, but no... not yet.&nbsp; "I don't want to struggle..."&nbsp; He makes a soft noise halfway between a sigh and a moan, "I just want to see you <em>change</em>..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Weight of Being Werewolf {Fenrir &amp; tiberianius}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fenrir</strong> on <strong>20-04-2015, 08:54:38</strong>
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				Red eyes flashed in annoyance as he chuckled, his words... his actions... Justin's utter control was so god damn exasperating.&nbsp; Could he not just... Amelia snarled again, her claws coming up to rest on his chest as she continued rubbing her lower half against him.&nbsp; She dug them into his skin, in pleasure or irritation, one of them not really completely obvious over the other.&nbsp; Her hips kept moving but soon it was not enough and the female werewolf held him pinned with one clawed hand and lifted up enough to rip the rest of her jeans off before moving to yank his own pants further down, to reveal that massive cock she wanted so much.&nbsp; Everything paused as she considered a long moment, foregoing her original plan... the desire to lean down and slide her very canine tongue along that werewolf cock... she loved sucking dick long before becoming a werewolf and even Amelia was surprised at and learning all the ways her bitch tongue could vary for him.<br><br>The moment passed and she settled her cunt against that very length she had just admired, purposely shifting to press her clit against his length.&nbsp; She growled softly at the feeling... ever so slowly rolling her hips as she had before, this time coating him with her slick juices.&nbsp; Her back arched in reaction as she so fully stimulated herself as well as him with every movement.&nbsp; "Fuck..."&nbsp; Finally her eyes came back to meet his, that familiar glowing crimson glittering just below the surface as she continued moving, Justin's order to change floating back into her consciousness.&nbsp; She refused to stop moving, her hips taking long, lazy, luxurious strokes dragging her needy clit along his <em>entire </em>length with each movement.&nbsp; As she pleasured herself, effectively using his cock to get her off whether he liked it or not, Amelia reached deep with in her- searching for the weakest part of herself.&nbsp; Human.&nbsp; The word sounded disgusting to her but its what she had to do to get him off her back about this control thing.<br><br>Her hips shifted movements suddenly as she found it, latching on to it in her mind while rotating her hips around... concentrating that little bud of pleasure on his head in the action.&nbsp; She arched again, unable to restrain the movement a very human cry of pain coming from her as she pushed herself closer to orgasm.&nbsp; What would probably surprise Justin, is her body really was shifting back to human- making her movements jerky with pain every once in a while.&nbsp; Amelia's limbs shortened, her muzzle slowly retreating back into her face and her auburn hair seemed to be slowly withdrawing into her skin.&nbsp; But she could not concentrate on that, all she could concentrate on was the feeling of ecstasy between her legs, her very human whimpers and cries of appreciation coming louder and louder... almost covering the sound of all her bones breaking and rearranging themselves.<br><br>She humped his hard rod even faster, her entire being needing that explosion of climax and she closed her eyes to hide the fact that she could not orgasm any more without that succubus glow of her eye, no matter how human her body.&nbsp; Her now nails still dung into him as she rode him, still refusing to let him slide inside her despite any of his efforts.&nbsp; It was harder to keep going the closer she got, but her jerky movements became fluid once again as she finished shifting.&nbsp; Justin's massive, canine cock seemed even bigger now that she was human again and the constant stimulation was overwhelming against the rough skin.&nbsp; She cried out as she finally finished, her head falling back in exquisite ecstasy.&nbsp; Nails dug even deeper into his chest as her whole body tensed up and he could likely feel the familiar feeling of her pussy throbbing in pleasure against his length, even if he were not inside her.&nbsp; "Mmmm..."&nbsp; The noise was a deep rumble of such appreciation it surprised even her, she took a deep breath before opening her eyes and looking at him.&nbsp; They were as green and human as ever... despite her severe sensitivity she kept moving her hips, back to the slow, teasing motion she had begun with... wanting him to enjoy it, to know as much as she just used him and his wondrous cock to get her off as she shifted: Amelia did, in fact, care for his pleasure too...<br><br>"Tell me what a good bitch I am now."&nbsp; She gave him that smug smirk once again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Weight of Being Werewolf {Fenrir &amp; tiberianius}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tiberianius</strong> on <strong>20-04-2015, 09:45:35</strong>
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				There were no sufficient words for his feelings right now... Her body... God... His arms popped as the skin was stretched taut by the massive muscles growing underneath, his chest swelling under her nails, his shoulders broadening with sickening cracks of bones as his entire body vibrated with barely controlled power.&nbsp; His body lifting hers slowly from the ground simply by being so large... His hands grabbed her ankles and held her there in an iron grip, boarding on painful as the muscles in his hands tensed and changed.&nbsp; Claws sharp enough to rip into her, fingers strong enough to snap her bones.&nbsp; His cock, still covered in her juices, swelling larger still under her lips... He opened his eyes, fully in-tune with the beast inside.<br><br>His voice, a deep rumbling that vibrated his chest as he spoke a simple word, "No."&nbsp; They weren't done, not even close... He rolled over pushing her beneath him as easily as she had him... He didn't pin her though, preferring to keep a few inches of space between their bodies... He moved his hips forward placing his cockhead against her mouth, still covered in her juices.&nbsp; He knew just how much she loved sucking him off, and he was more than happy to allow her every chance she got.&nbsp; Well almost...<br><br>This was one of those times... Moving with inhuman strength and speed he picked her up under her arms and pushed her against a nearby rock, covered in smooth ice and snow from the boughs of the nearby trees and the constant deluge of winter.&nbsp; He held her there, her feet not quite touching the ground... a few more inches and they would, but for now, he held her there, with his chest against hers, one hand on her shoulder, one hand shifting to her thigh, pressing her hard against the boulder.&nbsp; He backs his chest off of hers holding her with just the strength in his arms and lowers his head to run his hot rough tongue over her breast.&nbsp; Then... slowly... he shifts himself to place his cock against her entrance... Letting her feel the size... It wasn't possible to force it completely inside her without breaking her... but with a bit... of effort... It was possible to enter her... like... this... though he didn't want to force deeper inside her for fear of hurting her...<br><br>"When you're ready Red... only two more..."&nbsp; He was referring to the number of transformations... but part of him wanted to stop this test and just keep fucking her until the boulder crumbled beneath them... and that edge was nearing closer and closer...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Weight of Being Werewolf {Fenrir &amp; tiberianius}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fenrir</strong> on <strong>21-04-2015, 05:47:16</strong>
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				His claws were digging into her bare ankles, her sensitive human skin and she whimpered at it- her feet trying to remove themselves from his grasp unsuccessfully.&nbsp; When yellow eyes met hers, she saw his negative answer before he gave it and she pouted down at him.&nbsp; Amelia was almost certain she deserved praise for climaxing on top of him while shifting forms.&nbsp; Suddenly he was flipping her over, throwing her harshly onto her back and hovering over her for a moment.&nbsp; Justin was definitely going to leave her with bruises for tomorrow but she liked it, liked when he was rough like this... she knew he was holding back, he had to since he was so close to the beast.&nbsp; Green eyes caught sight of his massive cock, presented to her like a special treat and she realized in that moment his no, had very little to do with her shifting.&nbsp; He meant they were not going to be done any time soon... like that was even close to what she had meant in the first place.<br><br>Her tongue came out, as her head tried to shift forward to lap at the offered piece of flesh, knowing that there was absolutely no way she could fully enjoy such an act when his dick was in canine form.&nbsp; No way he could thrust it down her throat like she would really want without breaking her jaw.&nbsp; Before she could more than get the barest hint of a taste he pulled it away and pulled her up with the same motion.&nbsp; Amelia was pressed against a nearby rock, her back painfully shoved against the rough surface.&nbsp; Her feet were not touching the ground but she could not tell exactly how far away she hung from it and would not look away from him to find out.&nbsp; She was safe from falling in his arms, no mater what, and that she knew without a doubt.&nbsp; Justin had her pinned by her shoulder and her thigh and she smirked, watching his tongue slide out to run over her breast.&nbsp; Goosebumps crawled across her flesh in reaction, the nipple hardening at the attention of the flexible and rough, very canine tongue.<br><br>Her eyes snapped to him, a flash of glowing red as his cock hovered at her entrance.&nbsp; She wanted it, he knew she did and Justin was teasing her with it purposely... he slowly pushed, titillating her further.&nbsp; She struggled against his hand that pinning her to the rock by her waist, wanting so badly to rub the tip of his length against her lips, drag it along her clit and coat him with her juices more than she already had.&nbsp; Her hands gripped him as tightly as humanly possible, loving and hating him in that moment... wanting so badly for him to push more and more into her no matter how badly it injured her.&nbsp; Amelia's head fell back, almost snapping at all the sexual tension... almost begging him to mount her no matter the cost.&nbsp; Finally the command came, for her to shift- even offering soothing words of comfort that she were almost there.<br><br>The shift from human to werewolf was always the worst one for her to accomplish, for the longest time she could only shift when she was angry... a lot of the time she just could not control the change anyway it just happened but she had finally learned what exactly to reach for without using her succubi form as midpoint.&nbsp; The shift was faster than any shift thus far, auburn fur almost exploding from under her skin as every bone in her body broke... stretching... elongating becoming sharper, more defined.&nbsp; Her entire body became more muscular between Justin and the tree, her breasts expanding rapidly, pushing against the very vague remnants of her shirt.&nbsp; The power shift was intense as her teeth becoming fangs once more and her nose extended into a pointed muzzle.&nbsp; A muzzle she used to nuzzle just below his ear.&nbsp; "I flat out refuse to make the last one, until that knot locks your cock inside me."&nbsp; Her statement brook little argument, coming out even more harsh than intended from the mouth of a werewolf.&nbsp; Amelia nipped at him, to make a point her hips shifting downwards her new found strength making it easier to fight against the hold he had used to keep her in place, trying to ease herself onto his hard rod.&nbsp; "You know my last form can take it..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Weight of Being Werewolf {Fenrir &amp; tiberianius}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tiberianius</strong> on <strong>21-04-2015, 06:58:45</strong>
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				He growls softly, at her words, loving every moment of this.&nbsp; He presses his cheek against hers, baring his throat to his mate, his love, his partner, his life.&nbsp; He whispers softly, "I can't."&nbsp; He pulls back a bit and looks her in the eyes, gesturing downward with his muzzle.&nbsp; He shifts a bit letting her look between them at the already massive knot, "You did this to me, you know that?&nbsp; You make me react..." He growls it softly, but there is not reproach, only love and desire.&nbsp; He loved that she made him like this.&nbsp; <br><br>He couldn't force that into her even as a werewolf, not for fear of hurting her, but simply because it <em>didn't fit</em>.&nbsp; That didn't mean though that they were out of options, just that they were very very limited.&nbsp; "Remember last month when you rode me as a succubus and you were all into it, and I popped out?&nbsp; We were both disappointed but you finished me with your tongue?&nbsp; I was just like this... exactly like this, hard as a rock.. and if you can come out..."&nbsp; He trails off, letting her clever mind work through his comment and the implications therein.&nbsp; He presses his body back against hers, "SO... finish it and change Red.&nbsp; Or I'm going to try and repeat the first time we had this issue with these forms, because right now all I can think of is your scent."&nbsp; He breathed deeper, his breath coming out as a long muted growl.&nbsp; He meant both of them being werewolves right now, because as it was the idea of him shifting down smaller so he could fit inside her didn't even cross his mind.&nbsp; Probably should have though.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Weight of Being Werewolf {Fenrir &amp; tiberianius}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fenrir</strong> on <strong>21-04-2015, 08:53:09</strong>
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				As he refused, she felt the mood suddenly shift... and her eyes followed the gesture with his muzzle finding the condemning evidence that took it all from his hands.&nbsp; Amelia wanted to be irritated with him, but his continued words were full of so much devotion that her head came forward to nuzzle the throat he had bared to her.&nbsp; "You did that on purpose..."&nbsp; The words that came from her lacked any accusatory tone, they were almost playful- teasing at the idea that she had nothing to do with him knotting early.&nbsp; Everything was soft between them for a moment, her tongue coming out to lick him affectionately... nipping at his ear and for a moment the sexual tension drifted from them entirely as sanity seemed to return.<br><br>Justin's words brought Amelia back to the problem, and she had vague recollections of the moment he was talking about... honestly they spent so much time copulating that sometimes it seemed all the various instances seemed to blurred together.&nbsp; How many times had she ridden him in her succubi form anyway?&nbsp; But, once he mentioned him sliding out of her and them noticing the same very condemning knot and the fact her cunt had to annoyingly wait to be filled- that moment very much stuck out in her mind.&nbsp; She shook her head, understanding his logic but knowing it to be faulty.&nbsp; "Do you think my cunt so dull that I would not be able to tell the difference between you with and without a knot?"&nbsp; Amelia shifted her hips, forcing him to impale her further just to partially get the full feeling she was in so desperate need of, but she stopped mid way- pulling back so he would not be afraid of hurting her with that incriminating, bulbous flesh he was so concerned about.&nbsp; Justin was so protective of her... but she had wondered herself... Amelia continued her slow pumping up and down no matter what he wanted.<br><br>She shifted anyway, wanting to ensure she had every single advantage to entice him into what she wanted.&nbsp; The transformation was gradual, almost tempting in of itself somehow as her fur retreated and her face slowly started morphing back into a human like form.&nbsp; Her face was even more beautiful, more feminine and enticing since she had recently climaxed.&nbsp; The red tint that enveloped her entire body seemed to throb with every penetration she forced on him but her muscles became less defined, her curves becoming more soft and supple instead of hard and muscular and it became even harder to fight his strong grip at her waist without them.&nbsp; Her eyes glowed that familiar crimson as a hand moved to his face, forcing his gaze to hers: since she assumed he would probably be either enraptured by their steady joining or her body shifting.&nbsp; "I was thinking... Succubus seem to fuck demons all the time, demons with all kinds of... shapes.&nbsp; The fact that I can take your werewolf cock at all, might be a sign of how... adaptable I might be?"<br><br>Her voice retained that ethereal quality that she knew to be enticing, but it was more and more difficult for her to form words let alone complete thoughts while she was so close to having him sheathed completely.&nbsp; That moment of peace and affection, he had forced on her was slowly retreating and she let her delicate, barely sharp succubus nails dig into him.&nbsp; "I need you, Justin."&nbsp; Her words were infused with all the current charm of her demonic nature but deeper than that, was the ring of truth... the sole fact that he was her mate and he was the only one she would ever need.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Weight of Being Werewolf {Fenrir &amp; tiberianius}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tiberianius</strong> on <strong>21-04-2015, 10:14:31</strong>
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				He was certain he'd been this hard then as he was now, but... maybe she was right... The last few months had been overwhelming as their carnal needs and instincts overwhelmed their minds... Yes, they had learned to control it, but it was more due to her presence than his strength of will that he'd mastered it... and he wouldn't be surprised if it was the same for her.&nbsp; Having another to push and challenge, putting competition into what was ultimately a very individual issue... He wouldn't have this control if not for her...&nbsp; Occasionally though... occasionally she overrode his control... and while he was afraid of hurting her, and was doubting his own earlier assertion, it didn't matter... All that mattered was the sound of her voice.<br><br>His hands moved to her hips both of them shoving, pushing her down atop him, pressing the massive knot against her entrance... spreading her... He growled his lust to the sky, the pain of her nails mere pinpricks to the sensation of pussy stretching around him.... His hips moving... forcing her back against the rock and suddenly with a squelching noise he could feel that knot inside her... Her muscles squeezing tightly around him, trying to force the large intrusion out of her even as he shoved his hips forward again.<br><br>He leans his muzzle close to her ear and whispers, "Your the best bitch... <em>my</em> bitch little Red... You took everything... my temper, my teasing, my heart... my cock... my <em>knot</em>...&nbsp; Everything."&nbsp; He shoves his hips forward again, "Do you want my climax too?"<br><br>Patiently he waits a moment for her answer but he's already thinking how to best do this... He wants to ravage her body, completely stretching her out until no one but him can please her.&nbsp; Perhaps on her back his hands on her hips and using the ground for leverage... The idea that she can take his knot hard as he is, has him wanting to see what effect it would have on her...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Weight of Being Werewolf {Fenrir &amp; tiberianius}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fenrir</strong> on <strong>22-04-2015, 06:21:31</strong>
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				The sudden feeling of victory was a surprise, Amelia almost thought he would refuse her request but when his hands moved to her hips she knew she would get his dick in all the ways she wanted.&nbsp; He pressed her down onto him as he pushed his hips into hers and she cried out at the intrusion, but not because he was hurting her.&nbsp; She just loved the way he was stretching her, forcing himself into her so completely.&nbsp; When she felt the knot against her lips she rotated her hips wanting to some how ease the invasion she needed so desperately.&nbsp; It was a strange mixture of pain and pleasure as he pressed forward and her whole body tensed up, her muscles tightening around him as if she were truly trying to keep from entering.&nbsp; But, ever so slowly she stretched, her cunt barely wanting or able to accommodate the bulbous flesh but whether it was her desire to let him or just her succubi body reaction, finally he popped fully inside her.&nbsp; She gave a startled sound that quickly turned into a happily little moan of pleasure.<br><br>More.&nbsp; She needed more.&nbsp; Amelia felt the feral side of her pulling at her, wanting it rough and fast wanting to be mounted like the bitch he called her but she held steady, continuing to look at him with glowing crimson eyes.<br><br>Justin's words brought a smile to her face as her hips gyrated, purposely stimulating his entire length as he spoke each word.&nbsp; Amelia was more than happy to be his bitch, to be the one he honored with that temper, that teasing... his heart, his cock and his knot.&nbsp; He belonged to <em>her</em>.&nbsp; She would kill anyone who ever tried to take Justin away from her, she did not want to be a monster but loosing him would be the one thing to ensure that she did.&nbsp; Her arms went up around his neck as his hips moved forward shifting around his rod, that knot stuffed so solidly in her and causing such a sensation there was absolutely no way she could have mistaken it the way he had implied moments before.&nbsp; As he shifted the huge knot of flesh pressed perfectly against that special little spot of pleasure just a few inches inside her and her nails dug into him even more.&nbsp; His last question, about her wanting his climax drifted through her head bringing her back from the bliss between her legs.&nbsp; "Always."&nbsp; She let it sink in for a moment, her hips still rotating to feel that delicious big ball of flesh keeping him locked inside her.&nbsp; If she did not want him to move so badly, she could stay like this forever.<br><br>"Fuck me, like I deserve.&nbsp; I passed your test and I deserve your best."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Weight of Being Werewolf {Fenrir &amp; tiberianius}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tiberianius</strong> on <strong>22-04-2015, 09:01:42</strong>
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				He nods his head in agreement, knowing what she wanted, and more than willing to give it to her.&nbsp; His hands gripped the bottom of her thighs, spreading her around his hips as he moved...&nbsp; He started moving his hips, slowly at first and then harder and faster... He couldn't move that much inside her, massive bulge of his knot stopping him from pulling out, her muscles tightening around him when he moved quickly... His hips were dragging her hips into motion as his strength was just that much larger than hers... Pulling... Yanking her body as he gave into his carnal wants and desires, pounding that gloriously tight cunt with his cock.&nbsp; He could <em>feel</em> the difference between moving quickly and slow... something he hadn't paid enough attention to before... Slow, steady pressure and her muscles pushed... remaining flexible while squeezing around him... hard quick and they were like iron around him.<br><br>There was an idea...<br><br>His hands slid inward, holding thighs spread even wider.&nbsp; He slowly... steadily... pulled his hips back, still holding her, pushing upward with his hips... Her pussy stretching deliciously against him... wider... <em>wider</em>... WIDER... Until he could see the bottom of his knot inside her.&nbsp; Taloned hands slid to the top of her thighs with superhuman speed and strength and he pulled, his muscles bulging in his arms underneath the skin and fur, his hips driving in one long glorious thrust as deep and as hard as he could, til he could feel his sac slap against her.&nbsp; That jolt of pain was hardly recognizable, the pleasure of their bodies overwhelming everything else.&nbsp; How deep inside her was he, he wasn't even sure... <br><br>He moves his hands back to the bottom of her thighs though, just as quickly... preparing to methodically ravage her body...&nbsp; He knew he was being too controlled, but at the same time... He wanted to fuck her completely, letting his cock and body dominate her body, over and over... and if this wasn't his best, she would have to help him to figure out what was.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Weight of Being Werewolf {Fenrir &amp; tiberianius}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fenrir</strong> on <strong>23-04-2015, 07:44:08</strong>
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				He nodded and Amelia knew he was hers, that he was going to give her all that she had asked for- if not even more than that... His hips slowly started moving, as if he were truly going to continue teasing her but gradually it got harder, faster... the absolute enormous force he was fucking her against the rock with could only be described as harsh but god she loved it.&nbsp; His knot honestly made it more difficult for him to move since he had shoved it into her lips and locked him from leaving, not to mention it did not seem as if her body was really willing to give it up now that she had it inside her.&nbsp; Justin was so deep inside her, the limited movement making it seem like he was somehow burying deeper with each thrust... fuck maybe he was, maybe that's how it all worked Amelia did not have the slightest clue.&nbsp; All she could concentrate on was the movement she did feel, which while restricted was one of the best feelings in her entire world... followed closely by any other form of his dick in any form of her cunt.<br><br>Cries were coming steadily with each thrust, every time he moved into her she gripped him more tightly- forcing her hips down to impale herself harder and harder.&nbsp; Without any warning he slowed and she whimpered at him, unable to comprehend why he might have stopped- her hips trying so hard to keep him at the same pace but his clawed hands stilled her, preventing her movements.&nbsp; Glowing crimson eyes came to glare at him, finding his eyes trained on her pussy and she felt him continue to pull back, more and more... she could fill that knot they had worked so hard to thrust into her pulling at her lips almost as if it were trying to escape.&nbsp; It was a strange sensation, far from painful since he was not being rough or trying to remove it really...<br><br>She screamed in pleasure when he ruthlessly plunged into her, so deep... so hard... so god damn good.&nbsp; Amelia felt as if her body could not stand such pleasure, but she had to have more of it.&nbsp; She had to.&nbsp; Her cunt tightened around him before releasing around him, had the action happened again it would very much feel as if he had brought her to climax but it only happened once but strange reaction caused the most delicious extra shock of pleasure.&nbsp; Justin was so focused, his hips moving back methodically to, only what she could assume, give her another one of those powerful thrust.&nbsp; "Did, did you feel that?"&nbsp; Her voice was unsteady, her eyes already trying to move down to watch their joining... that had never happened before but the sensation it caused was absolutely addicting to her.&nbsp; "Do it again, just like before."&nbsp; It was not a request, it was an order... not only because she wanted to see if her cunt would grip him so deliciously again but she wanted that extra shock of pleasure.&nbsp; She deserved it.<br><br>If he listened, she would watch- seeing him pull out so far that she was sure his knot might slip out and it would happen again- bringing a loud moan of pleasure from her if he finally thrust forward and a tiny whimper of pleasure as her pussy gripped him almost lovingly.&nbsp; She would want to ask him how it felt to him, but her succubi side made her selfish when fucking was involved- no matter what form she was currently in.&nbsp; Sex, Love making, all the other forms of copulation she was not as selfish- but fucking... rutting... <em>this</em>.&nbsp; This Amelia was selfish about.&nbsp; "Keep going like that... just like that.&nbsp; I don't care what it costs."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Weight of Being Werewolf {Fenrir &amp; tiberianius}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tiberianius</strong> on <strong>23-04-2015, 08:55:00</strong>
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				What was that sensation?&nbsp; It was almost like she had been sucking him in... The only time he felt anything comparable was when she did that thing with her mouth... His mouth opened slightly, his tongue hanging out of his maw for a moment.&nbsp; He breathed out, hard... He had felt her all around him, impossibly so... He wanted more... needed more... How the hell did she do that?&nbsp; Did he really care as long as she did it again?&nbsp; Could they replicate that sensation?<br><br>Her demand makes his lips twitch with a sinister grin.&nbsp; "<em>Watch.</em>"&nbsp; He growls ominously, that single world loud enough to make his chest rumble.&nbsp; He lifts her body up and pivots slightly, putting her back against the snow and lifting her legs above her head, higher and higher until he places her feet atop his chest.&nbsp; His hands then quickly slide down her legs, pushing them further outward, making her knees the furthest out from his body.&nbsp; His hands come to rest at the base of her thighs, his thumbs on either side of her pussy lips, looking so swollen and red around his member, his fingers and nails digging into her backside.&nbsp; In this position he can use the muscles in his arms much more, almost shoving her off his knot as he draws his hips back... and that is exactly what he starts to do.&nbsp; She could use the strength in her legs to push with or against him, giving him so idea of how to move better if she was willing and capable of communicating that way.<br><br>He pulls his hips back, pushing with his hands until the buldge of the knot is visible again, peeking out from inside her.&nbsp; &nbsp;His glowing yellow eyes meet hers as he thrusts his hips forward violently, pushing his weight against her... Slamming his cock deep inside her, the sound of their flesh meeting a loud meaty slap that rings out in the winter wilderness.&nbsp; He starts pulling back again, his eyes locked on hers, this moment being only theirs.&nbsp; No one else could do this with him, no one ever would...&nbsp; Only her unique nature and their bond allowing this...&nbsp; He pauses for a second, letting her see the bottom of his knot again....<br><br><em>Whack!</em><br><br>Again his hips drive into her, the force of gravity adding to his thrusts.&nbsp; His cries of pleasure, echoing off the mountain top as he feels her around him once more.&nbsp; Even this rhythmic movement was driving him close to the edge... That and her muscular contractions...&nbsp; Just how strong was she?&nbsp; How long could they both remain like this?&nbsp; His answer was not long, unless something changed...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Weight of Being Werewolf {Fenrir &amp; tiberianius}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fenrir</strong> on <strong>23-04-2015, 20:34:05</strong>
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				Amelia shivered as he told her to watch, something about the way he said it, the look on his werewolf face had her know she was going to be in for something good.&nbsp; Her limbs were pliable to him, moving with his directed hands as Justin placed her legs onto his chest... then he spread her knees, giving them both the best view of her cunt as he pulled back.&nbsp; Justin's claws dug into her ass, pulling her away from his backward moving hips in the same motion.&nbsp; Her crimson glowing eyes settled on where they were latched so securely.&nbsp; The knot pulled against her lips, causing that same interesting sensation almost as if it were going to slip from her but at the same time never coming close to coming out.&nbsp; Fuck that was good, even better than before now that she could see the bulge pulling at her lips in the movement.<br><br>Her eyes drifted back to his, love, desire, and pleasure swirling in their depths for a mere moment before he rammed harder into her than before, almost violently in a resounded slap of their joining so completely.&nbsp; Amelia's eyes closed tightly in the motion, another scream being pulled from her- echoing loudly enough to probably reach the stranded car they had left long ago, if not even further.&nbsp; It was a scream of ecstasy, pure pleasure and quicker than before her cunt squeezed around him, tighter.&nbsp; It sent another one of those shocks of a different kind of pleasure throughout her entire body, bringing a small whimper of pleasure just for Justin's ears.&nbsp; Fuck, it felt even better than before... so much stronger.&nbsp; Without much waiting to see if he would get the same reaction from her pussy, he slowly began pulling back again... pulling her lips with his knot, straining against them- some where between never leaving and popping out.&nbsp; Her eyes went back to his cock, stretch at her entrance... that moment extending in anticipation.&nbsp; Mercilessly he drove into her, meeting her with such a force he probably should have broken her in some fashion but she held on, another scream being ripped from her.&nbsp; Her cunt reacted, gripping him tighter inside her- even faster than before and the little after shock of pleasure intensifying even more.<br><br>He was doing something to her, something they had never experienced before... at least as far as she could actually remember.&nbsp; Amelia would be a liar if she said she could recall every time they had ever joined, but god it was the best sensation she had ever felt.&nbsp; Normally, she just wanted it hard and fast, him fucking her without pause but this slow methodical slamming into her had her body reacting in ways she never dreamed were possible.&nbsp; It was like her body was having two orgasms at the same time, one by him driving into her and another by what ever her pussy was doing when it gripped him in response.&nbsp; With every pass her muscles squeezed around him faster, tighter in response... Somehow it seemed important to get that strange sensation to happen as he plunged into her, that was suddenly the most paramount thing in the world.&nbsp; Her cunt was already working towards it, clenching faster and faster after he impaled her.&nbsp; Soon, it would begin squeezing around him near the end of his thrusts... she could feel it with her entire being.<br><br>Amelia was not going to last long, a few more good hard thrusts and she would explode in pleasure, she could feel her entire body already tightening in anticipation, her breath catching.&nbsp; She wanted to beg him to hold on, to keep going until she climaxed but she could not form the words... just whining so needfully against him, her body already pushing past what she thought was her limit of pleasure.&nbsp; It did not seem like Justin was going to stop quiet yet but how the fuck was she supposed to survive this?&nbsp; What would she do if he changed it all up, loosing whatever it was that was building?&nbsp; <br><br>"D-don't stop.&nbsp; Please..."&nbsp; Amelia forced the shaky words from gritted teeth and while they might normally come out as an order, it was nothing but a soft begging plea.&nbsp; She was so lost in what she was feeling, she could not even determine if he were paying attention or concentrating on his own pleasure- if he were really with her or not but hopefully even if he did not hear her, he would never stop.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Weight of Being Werewolf {Fenrir &amp; tiberianius}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tiberianius</strong> on <strong>27-04-2015, 21:30:02</strong>
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				Justin was having trouble... not just with his control, but with the sensations that were flooding his body, overwhelming him... If you asked him to describe it, he would say that it was as if he was just one massive cock.... He could feel his hands and legs, could feel the movement of his body, but nothing, <em>nothing</em> mattered except that sensation of her body gripping him, squeezing him, holding, massaging, teasing, tormenting, gripping, <em>fucking</em> him.&nbsp; Nothing.&nbsp; He felt like he was riding a roller coaster, his body teetering on the edge and whatever he'd done to set this in motion was going to continue, whether he wanted to or not...&nbsp; Though the thought of stopping never even crossed his mind.<br><br>He pulled his hips back, his massive thigh muscles tight under his skin with the tension in his body, his arms shoving her down... his forearms and biceps bulging.&nbsp; His breath coming in short quick pants, his abs tensing with each intake of air.&nbsp; He pulls against her, feeling the strength of her lips and pussy so tight around him, preventing him from leaving her... The pleasure and pain are impossible to tell apart, it feels unimaginably good at the same time as it hurts, that sort of force on his cock, pulling so hard on his rod that it almost feels like he's going to break in half...&nbsp; He looks down and can see the knot, glistening with her juices, obscenely stretching her... He can see the look of pleasure on her face... Hear her screams and words... <br><br>He slammed his hips forward, that pain/pleasure mix switching to just pure pleasure as he shoves himself deep, deep inside her, filling her up with his body.&nbsp; Feeling the incredible strength of her pussy, so tight around him...&nbsp; That sensation of free-falling stomach-clenching pressure release starts as his climax finally comes, his body shooting his seed into her in a massive wave.&nbsp; That's how it feels at least...&nbsp; His hands and hips haven't stopped, he's still moving against her even as his release continues to flood her...&nbsp; His chest tightens and he can feel the pain and pleasure again as he's pulled back enough that his knot is back against her and he shoves himself forward again, roaring like the beast he was to the sky.&nbsp; Again.... and again he pounds her, faster and faster... it didn't matter that release... the pleasure... What mattered was making her his... and that... that was what he was doing now...<br><br>Her body was <em>his</em>, and he was doing everything he could to claim it entirely.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Weight of Being Werewolf {Fenrir &amp; tiberianius}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fenrir</strong> on <strong>28-04-2015, 06:09:27</strong>
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				Gloriously he kept going, fucking her so thoroughly she felt even more pleasure at his desire and efforts to claim her.&nbsp; God, it was good.&nbsp; On the last pass, her pussy had gripped him tightly near the end of his thrust and she felt like this one would be even closer to that moment she was looking for, that moment when both shocks of pleasures met.&nbsp; He pulled back, stretching her in the best way possible, his knot pressing against her lips and she watched his eyes stay there as he abruptly, violently thrust into her again.&nbsp; Amelia's muscles gripped him even faster than before, gripping Justin's cock about halfway through the impalement and her scream caught in her throat, the sound of a whimper cutting it off thoroughly as the two pleasures touched.&nbsp; It was the most exquisite bliss she had ever felt in her entire life.&nbsp; Her whole being centered on that particular moment where her entire body seemed to vibrate in pleasure, her eyes closing, leaving her to do nothing but experience.<br><br>She felt Justin's release, felt him unload into her and though she felt a surge of pride for having his seed spill into her with so little thrusting she felt a moment of disappointment that he would quit now that her body was quivering, now that she was going to get exactly what she wanted... her pussy gripping him with each stroke into her awaiting cunt.&nbsp; But even if she did not have that remarkable pleasure she was headed towards she loved the idea of him being so satisfied.&nbsp; He moved backwards as if he had not just finished in her, that he was not filling her so fully with his sticky release, pumping more and more of it into her.&nbsp; Amelia's pussy gripped him tightly before he impaled her again, and again.&nbsp; He had not stopped, was continuing to fuck her as she needed forcing her towards orgasm... it felt so fucking good.&nbsp; Almost better than before now that he had spent himself, like her body understood he would not be able to continue forever and he started pounding into her faster, forgetting the slow, intentional movements but her body did not care... her cunt gripping him tighter and tighter, likely extending his pleasure as he continued her.<br><br>She whimpered at the assault of pleasure, feeling an indescribable amount of bliss throughout her entire body as he kept at it, her pussy gripping Justin with each movement.&nbsp; The faster he went, the more pleasure she felt... it was strange she felt more and more pleasure but there seemed to be no building towards orgasm.&nbsp; If she were capable of thought she might try to figure out why but suddenly, without warning she exploded in orgasm.&nbsp; Her arms and legs tightened around him as she climaxed, all sound caught in her throat unable to reach fruition as her entire body locked up in ecstasy.&nbsp; Amelia's breath was heavy and fast as her ankles locked behind him trying to keep him buried inside her as she came, her cunting milking and gripping him of its own accord as if it were trying to get even more of the seed he had already split into her.&nbsp; <br><br>"Yours."&nbsp; It was the only word she could really say, somehow knowing he had been working towards claiming her instead of getting her to orgasm but the word have never been so true.&nbsp; No one could ever compare to her Justin: no one would ever cum inside of her, no one would ever use her body for pleasure, no one would ever give her pleasure but him... and that was just the physical side of their relationship.&nbsp; She leaned forward, nuzzling against the crook of his neck.&nbsp; "Yours."&nbsp; She said it again, this time thinking about the other side of their relationship: she would never love anyone other than him, never call another hers, never have another mate.&nbsp; It had absolutely nothing to do with their unique situation, she was sure she would have been his no matter where their journey had ended up.&nbsp; Her crimson eyes met his, trying to tell him all that and more with just a look, trying to soothe the beast she always tended to bring out in him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Weight of Being Werewolf {Fenrir &amp; tiberianius}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tiberianius</strong> on <strong>28-04-2015, 07:22:58</strong>
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				He lifted her up; his balls pumping everything into her, literally feeling like they were being pulled into his body and into her, though she was still impaled upon his barely softening cock, bringing her upright, her back wet from the snow and other... more carnal fluids.&nbsp; Her body pressed against his, her heart pounding against his chest, even as his own heart thudded hard against hers.&nbsp; His body was... energized and depleted all at the same time.&nbsp; He wasn't sure how long it would take this time for the knot to deflate, but it didn't matter... This moment, this eternity as his eyes looked into hers, it was theirs, hidden up in the frozen Wyoming ridgeline.<br><br>Her words though, her words caused the yellow of his eyes to shift slightly, not disappearing, just allowing his own intelligence to fill them up so it was more of the man looking at her than the monster.&nbsp; He held her there, hugging her against his chest, recovering his breath until he was able to breath normally once more.&nbsp; He couldn't say how long that took, he didn't care either... All that mattered was staying here with her.&nbsp; <br><br><hr><br>A bit later, when he was human again he whispered to her, "You're right, you can control it Amelia.&nbsp; I think we're both ready now... perhaps you want to celebrate?"&nbsp; He smirks at her, more than a little bit amused that this was how they had gotten to this point, screwing the other's brains out...&nbsp; Just goes to show that sometimes the best laid plans are set aside for instinct...&nbsp; He certainly had not expected such pleasures when he had become infected...<br><br>He looked at her wondering how she would want to celebrate... He was thinking of a hunt across the wilderness, bringing down enough prey for them to gorge themselves and perhaps... afterwards...&nbsp; He shook his head, once again surprised how robust and eager his libido was.&nbsp; It was better or worse than when he was a teenager.&nbsp; He was of course open to other ideas, and looked expectantly at her for what she wanted to do, this was her celebration after all, now that she had officially mastered herself.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Weight of Being Werewolf {Fenrir &amp; tiberianius}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fenrir</strong> on <strong>28-04-2015, 23:57:15</strong>
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				Surprisingly, Amelia had almost drifted off to sleep tucked into his arms.&nbsp; They had shifted back to human and lain in the snow together, just enjoying the aftermath of whatever that had been.&nbsp; It was strange, almost unbelievable to comprehend.&nbsp; It had been more than making love, more than fucking, something different than merely mating and the fact that she did not know what it was concerned her... but she did not ruin the moment.&nbsp; She had snuggled close to his werewolf form, her body staying in succubus form until his knot deflated enough for him to slip from her.&nbsp; Slowly they had shifted back to their human form and still she was cradled in his arms.&nbsp; His arm was tucked underneath her head, keeping it from the cold ground and her body felt so good she had slowly moved towards sleep.<br><br>His whispers roused her rather easily and she turned with a sleepy grin, her green eyes meeting his at the mention of celebration.&nbsp; "I tried to tell you I could control it, but you would not listen."&nbsp; It was not really an accusation, just a pure statement of fact about his stubbornness and she smiled so he would know she would not hold it against him.&nbsp; Amelia watched him shake his head and her hands came up to his chest, slowly trying to push him onto his back, her legs coming over to straddle him if he let her.&nbsp; She had seen where his thoughts were leading him and she liked the idea of where they ended up and she&nbsp; pressed her hips into his lap, letting him know how much she liked it.&nbsp; He knew he originally meant another way to celebrate but it was difficult not to tease him when it came so naturally to her.<br><br>"I doubt there's little chance you would let me go back to preying on the college kids..."&nbsp; Amelia trailed off, letting her eye line move off to the side in a silent pout but now she was able to think a little clearer she felt as if she owed Justin an explanation on the matter.&nbsp; "I really was not going to hurt them, Justin love, I just like the feeling of terror.&nbsp; I bet they're plenty terrified and heard exactly how much I belong to you."&nbsp; She gave him a conspiratorial grin, hoping he was not too terribly upset at her and hold no real hope he would let her go back to the car, that might have already been towed away.&nbsp; "I want to hunt something dangerous... I want a challenge... something that gets the blood pumping."&nbsp; That's exactly how she wanted to celebrate, that's what she had needed for so long now while cooped up in the monastery.&nbsp; She knew it made him nervous, he worried they would loose control in such situations but Amelia lived for those moments and she asked for one now that she had proved her control to him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Weight of Being Werewolf {Fenrir &amp; tiberianius}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tiberianius</strong> on <strong>30-04-2015, 08:47:05</strong>
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				Justin was... flexible... He didn't have to dominate her all the time, and he certainly didn't mind her being assertive, so he was glad to follow her lead when she pushed him onto his back.&nbsp; And he was more than happy to let her straddle him, his hands going to her hips and holding her atop him, touching her naked body and lazily looking up at her, watching her body against the night sky.<br><br>"Bear is out, they're all asleep.&nbsp; Rabbits are fast, but small... That leaves moose, buffalo, deer... and supernaturals.&nbsp; I think we could find a moose easily enough, or we could chase down a deer...&nbsp; Anything unnatural would require a bit more preparations unless you have a target in mind?"<br><br>He waits patiently for her response, curious what she wants to hunt... and how much of a challenge she expects.&nbsp; "We could hunt just as humans... rather than changed... that might be a bit more challenging."&nbsp; His hands on her thighs now, pulling her a bit higher on his hips.&nbsp; His nails sliding slowly back and forth over her skin, teasing her now that she's positioned like he wants.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Weight of Being Werewolf {Fenrir &amp; tiberianius}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fenrir</strong> on <strong>01-05-2015, 02:41:09</strong>
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				Goosebumps crawled across her flesh with his nails gliding across her thighs and she shivered in response before smiling down at him and she shifted her hips to tease back at him before moving them right back to where he wanted them.&nbsp; It was difficult for her to resist his wishes for too long sometimes.&nbsp; Her arms came up above her head yawning and stretching luxuriously until her back gave the most pleasant pop, her chest pressing forward, as she considered his suggestions.&nbsp; Amelia brought her head down to him resting her chin on his chest, thinking aloud.&nbsp; "I wish I did have a supernatural target in mind, I feel restless Justin.&nbsp; Deer would provide a chase... but buffalo or moose are more likely to fight back.&nbsp; As a human I always had the drive to act, to do... that's how I ended up a hunter.&nbsp; Well that and my father."&nbsp; An unhappy look crossed over her face at the mention of her father, she would never be able to speak to him again.&nbsp; He would never forgive her, never understand the choice she made, and hell he probably already thought her dead anyway.&nbsp; Amelia had been close to him so she spent a lot of time trying specifically trying not to think about him so she hurried on.&nbsp; <br><br>"But, we have been stuck out here alone for so long..."&nbsp; She suddenly sat back up, placing her hands on his chest and letting her hands drift across her chest as she pressed her hips down into him teasingly, to reassure him.&nbsp; "Not that I haven't enjoyed every minute with you, but I think the desire to do something with my life is intensified with the curse.&nbsp; I want danger, I miss it, I need it as much as I might need you."&nbsp; She gave him a rueful smile, wondering if Justin felt the same way she did... if he felt invincible and wanted to test the theory... if he somehow related to the idea if they ever truly were in danger they might feel more human.&nbsp; It seemed crazy when she thought about it that way and she sighed heavily feeling the urge to hold his hand, to curl up in his arms, to seek reassurance from him but she worried sometimes that she were overly affectionate and needy for him.<br><br>"Are there like big angry cats or something?"&nbsp; Amelia had never bothered to learn about the wild life around here, so she was constantly relying on him to know about it.&nbsp; With no clear direction she suddenly felt all the desire deflate out of her and she just pouted down at him a whole knew idea hitting her at once.&nbsp; "Or instead... we could go out on a date."&nbsp; It was stupid and she felt stupid saying it out loud so she naturally avoided eye contact with him but they had never been out on a date.&nbsp; Before the change they were more partners than anything and afterwards they kind of just fell into being together but it was not the first time Amelia thought about asking the question and with the idea of celebrating it seemed like an alright time to ask.&nbsp; But it was definitely the first time she had even hinted at the idea to him and not even she knew how he might react to her random seeming idea.&nbsp; It was definitely a lot to ask for even if he knew they could control it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Weight of Being Werewolf {Fenrir &amp; tiberianius}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tiberianius</strong> on <strong>05-05-2015, 01:31:46</strong>
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				He is quiet a long time, thinking about what she's said.&nbsp; It wasn't that he didn't enjoy her body atop his, it was more... her words were serious, this was something she needed and that meant it was Important with a capital 'I.'&nbsp; He finally shakes his head, returning to the present conversation and nods to her, "Ok... I'm not opposed to doing a date, not in the slightest Red, I can't hardly imagine going anywhere without you by my side, and you're right, we never really went on a date, but up here, all I can think of is either a hike, a hunt or a bar fight... and only the bar fight would be an immediate thing."&nbsp; He looks into her eyes, "Can I give you a raincheck on the date until I have something... sufficient planned?"&nbsp; He was the type to over-think and over-plan things so unfortunately this was just so him.&nbsp; "I want something that fits you, and I'm kicking around a few ideas, but that's not... I don't know.&nbsp; What kind of date would you enjoy?"<br><br>"As for danger though... does it have to be real or just imagined?&nbsp; I mean, it sounds silly, but there are some really... intense reactions that come from bondage... Not that you're into that, just...."&nbsp; He hadn't talked really to her about this sort of thing, regardless of how much he'd enjoyed being restrained as part of their training regimen.&nbsp; He'd been doing research on it, for... practical and definitely non-practical reasons.&nbsp; If you're going to restrain a werewolf or a vampire, it's important to ensure they are secure.&nbsp; "I'm just throwing out ideas right now, and I want to get your reaction, and..."&nbsp; He reaches up cupping her breasts and running his thumbs over her nipples, "I enjoy this, I love being with you and I don't want to mess it up, but this entire situation is..."&nbsp; He snickers for a moment, "I always thought I'd save myself for marriage you know?&nbsp; I didn't expect turning into a werewolf and falling in love and lust with the most gorgeous woman I've ever met...&nbsp; Just..."&nbsp; That isn't to say he'd hadn't studied sex, but he'd done more reading than hands on experience before her and this transition had definitely derailed his previous intentions... and he really really was glad they had.<br><br>He had a lot of ideas of what to do right now, but most of them involved leaving via the Cessna airplane they had come in on to destinations where they could do more than just be out in the wild.&nbsp; That was what women wanted wasn't it?&nbsp; To see new places and try new things?&nbsp; His eyes narrowed in thought as he continued to think and plan, his hands still gently touching her... He loved the feel of her body, every inch... but sometimes his mind and body were on different wavelengths like now, his hands on autopilot while his brain raced.&nbsp; "But what kind of danger hmm?&nbsp; Help me out here for a moment."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Weight of Being Werewolf {Fenrir &amp; tiberianius}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fenrir</strong> on <strong>12-05-2015, 03:59:51</strong>
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				It was difficult, for her to hide her disappointment when he asked for a rain check on the date but she was not upset that he postponed it, Amelia definitely understood his reasoning for doing so.&nbsp; He did not say no exactly, just that he wanted to wait and she was finding it difficult to suddenly act as if it were not something she wanted to do in the first place.&nbsp; But, he knew her well enough to see past it- even if she did claim such a thing.&nbsp; He knew how difficult it was for her to be completely honest with him, that sometimes it felt safer for her not to be intimate with him but such things were rare now-a-days.&nbsp; They had been through so much, it was almost silly for her not to feel completely safe with him.&nbsp; Justin was the most sure thing in her entire world.&nbsp; God she loved him and it showed when her face blushed but she told him what she wanted anyway.&nbsp; "I want one of those stupid, typical romantic dates... where we go somewhere nice and I get to dress in a cute little dress that's just happens to be your favorite color.&nbsp; Where you wear something nice and hold my hand a little bit.&nbsp; There'll be stupid music in the background and while conversation might be awkward for everyone else we'll be just as close as we are here..."&nbsp; She wiggled a bit, smiling down at him before leaning down and nuzzling into his neck as he continued speaking.<br><br>She sat back up as she considered his bondage suggestion, tilting her head.&nbsp; Amelia was not exactly against the idea and wondered what he meant by intense reactions.&nbsp; Sure they had both restrained each other at several points... and he had the pleasure of chaining her up regularly while they explored what set off her succubus side... but they had never participated in bondage just for bondage.&nbsp; His hands came up to her breasts, thoroughly distracting her with his thumbs teasing her nipples but her mind came back to his words.&nbsp; Amelia looked down at him in shock... marriage?&nbsp; That was not something they had ever discussed and somehow she suddenly felt like she had soiled something great for him.&nbsp; He would have made a great husband to some lucky, typical woman.&nbsp; One that would make him breakfast in the mornings and have dinner whenever he got home: one that could bare him children.&nbsp; It did not matter that he could not really have that type of ideal family as a hunter: even if they had not been cursed.&nbsp; All that mattered is that she had taken it away from him... but it made the burden easier when he said he was falling in love and lust, that he thought she was gorgeous.&nbsp; <br><br>They had never spoken about such things aloud, even if they both knew they were in love, that they were mates, and no one else in the world would ever matter to them but they had never said anything directly about it.&nbsp; It was marred a bit by the admission of his desire to have married and she suddenly worried he was settling for her and their situation.&nbsp; It was a scary thought for her- one that had never crossed her mind before this particular moment.&nbsp; He had snickered... she knew Justin had not intended her to take his comments the way she was but once the idea came to mind it was difficult to shake.&nbsp; The expression on her face suddenly seemed forced and he would probably notice the tiny change but she felt closed off from him, that fear of being intimate coming in tenfold.&nbsp; Amelia concentrated on his last question to try and forget about it completely.<br><br>"What kind of danger?!"&nbsp; Her mind was firing rapidly and she was trying too hard to hide the fact she wanted to be closed off from him but she went on quickly, not caring how transparent her actions might be.&nbsp; Her voice was entirely too animated, to excited. "Let's go hunting!&nbsp; I bet we can track something supernatural easily- there were rumors before we came up here there was a vampires nest somewhere around here.&nbsp; We never proved how accurate the theory of a werewolf bite being deadly to them and now we have the perfect chance to test."&nbsp; She gave him a wolfish grin that almost reached her eyes before her hips shifted with the intent to stand up and move away from him and his distracting body and hands.&nbsp; Distance seemed like a good idea at the moment, it would be better to hide the strange feelings that had arose at his confession.&nbsp; Why couldn't she just concentrate on the good part and let him know how much she loved him too?&nbsp; She felt a small whimper build in her chest, a strange thing that seemed to happen since developing a canine side but since she was not in werewolf form it was easier to hold at bay.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Weight of Being Werewolf {Fenrir &amp; tiberianius}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tiberianius</strong> on <strong>12-05-2015, 06:32:39</strong>
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				He'd said something wrong, he didn't need to be a werewolf to see the swirl of emotions on her face or in her body language.&nbsp; He had nodded pleased with her description of the date, but afterwards... He could easily read the tension in her body, though he wasn't certain what had caused it other than his words... actually... he was pretty sure he knew what had caused it, but that was...&nbsp; He breathed out, what was important now?&nbsp; <br><br>His hands grabbed her hips before she could leave and held her for a second, "Amelia, I don't regret this for a second, I don't regret you or anything we have done.&nbsp; It just wasn't the plan I had predicted for my life and frankly I needed to acknowledge that so I could let it go.&nbsp; And I'll never regret it.&nbsp; <em>NEVER.</em>"&nbsp; He says the last word and then he lets her go, leaving her to stand up or move and get the distance she might need to deal with her thoughts.&nbsp; Sometimes he was glad for the wolf side, it made things so much more simple to just listen to his instincts and go with it... leave the human doubts and fears behind and just focus on the now...&nbsp; It had taught him a lot about himself and even more about how to deal with the world and that... that was something he was happy to have.<br><br>A vampire nest... there had been rumors yes, but that was playing with more than just fire... Vampires were dangerous at the best of times, and deadly the rest.&nbsp; He looked at her, while he was still on the ground and still naked, then folded his hands behind his head and looked up at the starry night sky for a moment, thinking...&nbsp; Did he want to do this?&nbsp; Yes.&nbsp; Was it a good thing?&nbsp; Indeed.&nbsp; Was this the right time?&nbsp; Maybe?&nbsp; Did he have enough information?&nbsp; Not a chance.&nbsp; And rushing in blindly was asking Lady Luck to roll the dice... Not something he wanted to do if he could help it.&nbsp; He waits for her reaction and slowly starts going over his mental inventory for what they will need, listening carefully though for her reactions still.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Weight of Being Werewolf {Fenrir &amp; tiberianius}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fenrir</strong> on <strong>12-05-2015, 08:34:00</strong>
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				When his hands locked onto her hips, she automatically stopped moving away from him.&nbsp; His words brought her eyes back to his, knowing it would be important to the both of them: whatever it was he was about to say.&nbsp; Amelia understood him on a fundamental level, she knew the way his mind worked after all.&nbsp; He was always the planner, the logical one that spent more time thinking than feeling.&nbsp; Though, as much as he needed to admit it to let it go... did not mean that he had to admit it to <em>her</em>.&nbsp; She had hoped for more when they finally admitted feelings out loud and she wanted to feel happy, wanted to tell him she was not falling in love- that she was already in love with him.&nbsp; But all she could imagine was what he was missing out on- what she could never give Justin.&nbsp; He would have been a good husband and a greater father.&nbsp; It was a difficult pill to swallow but her fear he was merely settling for her had faded some bit, it was so soothing to know he did not regret being with her.&nbsp; That was definitely something she needed to hear.&nbsp; The way he said that last word, never, bounced around in her head in a good way but still she pulled away and stood.<br><br>While she began preparing for them to leave, mostly by picking up her various strips of clothing, Justin continued to lay in the snow.&nbsp; Her eyes kept drifting back to him and when he put his hands behind his head she knew he was seriously considering her suggestion about the vampire's nest.&nbsp; He had said nothing about it, thinking it was more important to address her concerns and she returned to his side feeling the overwhelming need to express how thankful she was for him.&nbsp; She knelt, her knees pressing gently against his side as she sat back on him, uncaring about the snow that should be freezing her skin but was melting instead.&nbsp; A hand came out to rest on his chest and bring his attention back to her... she knew how lost he could get in his thoughts sometimes: especially when it came to preparation but she wanted his sole attention before she said anything.<br><br>"You know I love you, Justin.&nbsp; I don't deserve you, your kindness and sweetness... I don't deserve the extra effort you go through to get around my difficult side but I am so very grateful that <em>you </em>think I'm worth it.&nbsp; I can think whatever I want about myself, but for the rest of my life my worth will always be effected by what you think of me, how amazing you treat me.&nbsp; The fact that you think I deserve you, is enough for me to believe it."&nbsp; As she spoke her fingertips began trailing up and down his torso, a small smile on her face.&nbsp; "Thank you, for knowing me well enough to know I needed to hear that... thank you more for saying it then letting me go because you know I needed it.&nbsp; I'm too selfish for you... but I'm yours."&nbsp; That last part was definitely true and Amelia thought it had a lot to do with her succubus side and she idly thought about throwing that in but did not want to make excuses for herself.&nbsp; He deserved better and she wanted to tell him that- tell him to go find someone that could be who he deserved, who he needed but she was too selfish.&nbsp; Amelia could not let him go, she could not and it had little to do with their curse and situation.<br><br>She could not tell if it were the right thing to say right off the bat, it was a strange confession- filled with a lot but it was more along the lines of the kind of confession she had really wanted from him.&nbsp; Amelia had her own ideas about how life should have turned out but she had let them go long ago and she would not refuse him, what he deserved to hear just because he had chosen to share with her the moment he let it go instead of doing it on his own.&nbsp; She leaned down to give him a quick kiss, wanting to deepen it but as much as she knew she had said the right thing- Amelia also did not want to put too much pressure on him.&nbsp; She smiled playfully against his lips, just a hair breadth away from his own, as she changed the subject so he would not feel the need to dwell on such intense confessions.&nbsp; "I can tell you're going to cave and let me hunt vampires." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Weight of Being Werewolf {Fenrir &amp; tiberianius}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tiberianius</strong> on <strong>12-05-2015, 08:59:52</strong>
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				He was trying so hard to be nonchalant, to let her have her space that she needed... but her return to his side surprised him in many ways.&nbsp; She was one of the few people he cared enough to talk about this sort of thing with... yes he could be kind, but opening up and letting people understand how he thought?&nbsp; Far too few people were allowed close enough to really understand him, and he wasn't willing to change enough to let them.&nbsp; She had shattered his barriers, busted them completely aside and if she didn't understand how amazing that made her... <br><br>His thoughts cut off again at the touch of her hand, yes, he should have been thinking about the vampires, but here he was still thinking about her.&nbsp; Her hand was warm against his skin, he arched his back slightly, pressing against her touch.&nbsp; God he loved her fingers and everything she did with them...&nbsp; He listened to her words and smiled, but shut his mouth just as quickly, not wanting to ruin this moment, though that smile still lingered on his lips.<br><br>He didn't agree though with everything she said, the fact that she didn't understand her value just made him so much more intoxicated with her... She was perfect, not because she was a beautiful doll, but because she was real and she was his, and she was everything good... even a fight with her was better than the mere thought of losing her.&nbsp; It was so hard sometimes though to explain that... and he wasn't sure he had the words...<br><br>And with her soft kiss he realized he didn't need those, he could speak more eloquently with actions than sound.&nbsp; He nodded to her vampire question and then... then he enfolded her in his arms and deepened the kiss, putting everything into it, his lips, his tongue, his hands on her body, his chest against hers, letting her feel what he felt for her rather than trying and failing to say it aloud.&nbsp; Nothing was more important.&nbsp; He wanted to kiss away her insecurities, her fears... He wanted to chase all those doubts away and let her know exactly what he felt about her.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Weight of Being Werewolf {Fenrir &amp; tiberianius}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fenrir</strong> on <strong>14-05-2015, 21:20:21</strong>
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				A smile spread on her lips as he pressed into her hand that was running along his chest as she spoke and if it were possible she loved him more for it.&nbsp; She knew that feeling well, she loved the feeling of his hands just as much as he liked hers.&nbsp; Always wanting more of it.&nbsp; Amelia could tell he wanted to speak but was grateful he did not interrupt her for fear it would stop the flood of words she felt he should hear.&nbsp; Justin nodded with her lips poised the tiniest bit away from his and she smiled, a rush of excitement going through her.&nbsp; It would not be an easy hunt and she was a little surprised he had given in, but he had not broken the strange little intimate moment she had weaved by letting her feelings flood out.&nbsp; She felt his body shift, just the barest hint of movement that gave away the fact she should not pull away.<br><br>His arms came up, enfolding her completely and her lips naturally dipped towards his again, closing all space that had been there for the short exchange.&nbsp; The kiss was slowly deepened, his hands sliding along her body as their tongues met.&nbsp; It was intense, saying more to her than any words ever could and she was well reminded that Justin was always better with actions than with words.&nbsp; He was saying it with the kiss and she let him, her lips shifting against his as she became completely pliable, taking every single thing he was offering with the kiss.&nbsp; She felt cherished, so very treasured... as if there was no one else in the world he wanted or that could fill whatever place she occupied for him.&nbsp; He said it all, making her feel completely safe and secure in his arms and she knew in that moment he would never hurt her intentionally and in that moment she made the decision to never close herself off from him again.&nbsp; He did deserve more than her... but if he was happy with her: Amelia would give him every single part of her without question.&nbsp; Her hands came up to wrap around him in return, hands moving along his skin trying to say just as much in return.<br><br>Gradually the kiss ended, they ending the kiss in almost a painful gentleness that left it difficult for her to breath.&nbsp; Her eyes were closed, letting all the feelings and emotions he had infused into her swirl around as she pressed her forehead to his, taking a deep shaky breath as the corner of her mouth came up in a soft smile.&nbsp; They had kissed plenty of times by this point but never had they shared something so intimate- something not intended to lead to more mating or pleasure.&nbsp; Finally her head moved back just enough for her eyes green to see his face, eyes darting back and forth- taking in every feature as if she were committing this moment to memory.&nbsp; Her head tilted to the side as she gave him a playful, teasing look.&nbsp; "How did you know that's exactly what I needed?"&nbsp; Now that the kiss was over, the drive was there... to show him exactly how appreciative she was with pleasure but she really did not want to ruin this moment.&nbsp; Amelia did not know if she were capable of more than fucking, if love making was even something she could do and these revelations did not warrant anything less than tender love making.<br><br>Her body moved again, turning to rest her head on his chest to listen to his heart beat- her arms coming up to wrap around him with a sigh of content.&nbsp; "Did you come up with a plan yet?"&nbsp; Amelia was more of a leap before looking kind of person, always coming out on top so precaution was not a regular word in her vocabulary.&nbsp; So, she typically just left the plans up to Justin since he always seemed to insist on them and yell at her if she endangered themselves or others.&nbsp; Of course, all that had lead to this perfect moment... so he could not always argue the merits of her technique.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Weight of Being Werewolf {Fenrir &amp; tiberianius}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tiberianius</strong> on <strong>23-05-2015, 07:43:56</strong>
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				That was what he'd wanted to say though he couldn't frame the words, her body against his told him that he had reached through to her and in this perfect moment that everything was the way it was supposed to be.&nbsp; Her body against his, her lips on his, warmth, joy, pleasure, security, hope, and above all and yet binding everything else together was love.&nbsp; What more could he dare to even hope for?<br><br>At her words though he just looked at her, a knowing smirk upon his lips, silently implying that knowing was what he did, just like instinct was what she did...&nbsp; That and pleasure... oh God did she do pleasure.&nbsp; His hips lifted involuntarily at the mere thought of what they had done just moments before.&nbsp; It was impossible not to love her when she made him react like this...&nbsp; and her thoughts, her doubts, if she ever voiced them truly to him would confuse him... It was so difficult to understand what she thought of herself compared to the beauty and joy that she brought to him.&nbsp; It wasn't just sex, it was... She completed him.&nbsp; She made him better, made him come out of his shell, made him stop planning and <em>do</em>.&nbsp; She was different than him it is true, but that didn't matter, what matter was he loved her and she loved him.&nbsp; No one else's opinion mattered.<br><br>When she asked about the plan he rolled his eyes, and huffed in mild annoyance.&nbsp; "Really?&nbsp; With a gorgeous woman against me, you really think I've been able to really plan?"&nbsp; He just shook his head, more than a little amused, "All I know for certain is that we aren't hunting them until the sun is up and they are more vulnerable.&nbsp; Which gives us a few hours...&nbsp; think you might be able to distract me until then?"&nbsp; His grin was a knowing one, because he <em>knew</em> just how distracting she could be.<br><br><br><br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Weight of Being Werewolf {Fenrir &amp; tiberianius}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fenrir</strong> on <strong>26-05-2015, 01:02:39</strong>
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				This moment would be imprinted upon her mind forever, that way he was looking at her- the small smile she could not keep from her face- that kiss... oh she would never forget that kiss and the rush of emotion it brought her.&nbsp; The smile on his face at her question as all she needed for an answer and all she could do was smile back at him.&nbsp; Amelia felt his hips lift and she knew he was thinking about sex, thinking about pleasure and her smile turned more knowing, more devious as her hand slid down to drag her nails along his muscular things.&nbsp; She could always tell when he thought about sex and she did not know if it were because she had spent so much time with him, or if it were part of her succubus powers.&nbsp; Amelia had not put much thought to it before now, she had not been around anyone but him to test the theory.&nbsp; Despite the fact, she thought specifically, the answer was no- she found herself wondering idly if she would feel the need to fulfill anyone else's desires.&nbsp; What if that were just her succubus side?&nbsp; What if she were supposed to be built to give pleasure to anyone, to want to- to need to?&nbsp; It was a scary thought- Amelia would never betray Justin- she would die first but the unknown was there... and terrifying.&nbsp; She did not want to have to defy her nature, she just wanted him and only him.&nbsp; Her fears played about her face a moment before his words about not having the opportunity to make a plan brought a teasing smile to her face, willfully forgetting her bad thoughts.<br><br>"OH!?&nbsp; 'A' gorgeous woman- like anyone will do, huh?"&nbsp; She narrowed her eyes at him playfully, giving a bit of a pout for extra measure before his other words hit her.&nbsp; "Oh, do we haaaave to wait?&nbsp; It's not going to be as fun if they can't fight back properly..."&nbsp; Her playful pout turned serious a moment, her body shifting to settle herself between his legs with a look almost a little too serious for her next action.&nbsp; Her front half lowered, nuzzling against his cock whether or not it had picked up her intent and started to stiffen or not.&nbsp; Amelia figured he already had, or would soon... it was one of the things she loved about Justin, he was always so responsive to her no matter how quickly she wanted to get his engine running again.&nbsp; He had to have been made for her.&nbsp; A pink tongue darted out, flicking teasingly across his head- knowing exactly how he wanted her to keep him distracted and her pout turned into a mischievous, devious little smirk.<br><br>"I'll distract you for a bit..."&nbsp; Her tongue came forward again, flattening against the tip of his cock in one long lick before her eyes looked towards him, her mouth a hairbreadth away from his cock.&nbsp; &nbsp;"...for as long as possible but as soon as I taste your cum, Justin, we'll go after them- sun or no sun."&nbsp; Amelia placed her hands on either side of his hips, her tongue coming to rest at the base of his cock- sliding it up and down almost teasingly as she gave him a chance to say something.&nbsp; "But we both know, you won't last hours and once I start you'll <em>beg </em>me to finish."&nbsp; Her eyes held a note he had seen on many occasions, a note of unbending will- that she was not going to give in to him this time.&nbsp; She placed a suckling kiss on his head, slowly sucking his head into her mouth as her tongue swirled around the offered flesh, now glowing red eyes meeting his.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Weight of Being Werewolf {Fenrir &amp; tiberianius}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tiberianius</strong> on <strong>26-05-2015, 03:51:00</strong>
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				He noted that serious expression crossing her face, something he would have wanted to talk about, to ask her, but it was gone too quickly for that.&nbsp; She would open up to him when she was ready...&nbsp; <br><br>Hopefully.<br><br>His eyes narrowed and he looked down at her with a glare, at her comment that anyone else would do.&nbsp; <em>No</em> one else would ever do... ever.&nbsp; His body tensed and he was about to grab her hair and growl at her about just how little did she think of him when she started about going after the vampires in the <em><strong>Night?!</strong></em>&nbsp; Ok, it would take awhile to find them and the sun might be up by then, but he wasn't about to risk her skin like that just for a quick rush of adrenaline.&nbsp; They would have trouble enough with the traps the vampires undoubtedly set, and the Renfields that would undoubtedly be there to guard during the day.&nbsp; His eyes flashed with anger at the stubbornness of his mate, but then she licked him and he had... trouble... focusing.&nbsp; The anger helped though.<br><br>His hips rose in eagerness to her lips... <em>Treacherous body</em> ran through his mind, but then she said taste his cum and an idea ran through his mind, "Fine, but if you get to put a condition so do I... You cannot use your hands, except to support yourself or it doesn't count."<br><br>He knew he couldn't resist her, nor break her, but he could appeal to her sense of... competition and fair play.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Weight of Being Werewolf {Fenrir &amp; tiberianius}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fenrir</strong> on <strong>27-05-2015, 01:02:06</strong>
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				The fact that he could still form words with her lips around his cock had Amelia slightly worried even though his hips had rose eagerly to her lips- but she released his length, to pin him with her glowing gaze her voice sounding low and seductive.&nbsp; "I don't remember saying I would let you put your own conditions on it, this is supposed to be <em>my </em>treat after all..."&nbsp; She trailed off a moment her tongue coming to meet his cock, sliding up its entire length almost like she could not quiet resist it even as she was trying to maintain control.&nbsp; "Plus..."&nbsp; Her tongue flattened against his head, moaning at the taste as she assaulted and teased him with pleasure, determined to keep Justin unable to think and focus.&nbsp; "My condition was that I would take the time to distract you, you had the first condition of wanting to be distracted."<br><br>Without warning she descended on his cock, sucking him all the way into her mouth and pressing the tip of his cock against the entrance to her throat and giving a low moan to vibrate down the piece of flesh.&nbsp; Fuck, he always tasted so very good to her- no matter his form.&nbsp; Amelia honestly loved licking, lapping, and sucking him in any of his various shifts but there was nothing like when he was in his human form.&nbsp; She could always do so much more, go so much further, and genuinely enjoy it so much more.&nbsp; Slowly she pulled off of him, sucking relentlessly hard and continuing to pull her head back from him until he popped out of her mouth with a lewd noise.&nbsp; "But, I won't use my hands if you won't."&nbsp; She gave him another devious smirk from around his cock, idly running her tongue along it as she waited for an answer.&nbsp; Amelia was well are of the fact he would want his hands in her hair, gripping tightly pushing her onto his hard length further.&nbsp; It would be way rougher to deny his hands on her head than her hands from around his cock, he knew damn well how much she liked him in her throat and without her hands she would be more inclined to use more of her mouth... oh yes, she knew what he was up to and she would play.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Weight of Being Werewolf {Fenrir &amp; tiberianius}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tiberianius</strong> on <strong>01-06-2015, 04:46:07</strong>
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				There is a moment of surprise crossing his face as he realizes with her statement what she thought he had meant, and her solution was so much more simple and elegant than his own.&nbsp; Just another example of how he occasionally got caught up in his own convoluted schemes whereas she smoothly and perhaps even instinctively cut to the quick of it all.&nbsp; He barely has time to lick his lips before she started on him again... He gritted his teeth, trying to focus on her words but then... Oh god... there were no words, only sensations enough to drown in.<br><br>He closed his eyes and lay his head back, his hips moving involuntarily with small shifts as the pleasure rushed through him... He knew better than to resist it, and even trying was a waste... both of time and pleasure... but oh God... the things she did to him, that humming... He wanted so desperately to reciprocate, but he knew she enjoyed the control over him, just like he enjoyed pinning her before.&nbsp; He had to do <em>something</em> with his hands though... He slapped his hands against the snow covered ground, his nails elongating and sinking into the soil.&nbsp; As his cock slides from her mouth, he breathes out heavily, his head coming up look at her with fierce lust.&nbsp; Gods he wanted to take her again and again... how the hell did she do this to him all the time?<br><br>He nods, not trusting his words to be anything but begging for more.&nbsp; He was so going to lose this contest...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Weight of Being Werewolf {Fenrir &amp; tiberianius}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fenrir</strong> on <strong>01-06-2015, 20:58:04</strong>
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				The way he nodded was the only answer she needed, Amelia knew how good he was feeling and she shivered lightly.&nbsp; It was always a rush of power to feel so much control over him just by using her mouth... her tongue... her lips.&nbsp; She adored pleasing him like this and she liked it even more when he so obviously enjoyed it, just like now.&nbsp; Of course, she could not think of a time that he had not enjoyed the blissful skill of her mouth but every time it was like a pleasant surprise to have him enjoy it so much.&nbsp; Eyes saw him dig his hands into the snow and she smirked at him.&nbsp; She already knew she was going to win.&nbsp; Her head bent forward to kiss the base of his shaft, teasing him for a moment as her tongue came out to slide across his flesh.&nbsp; Her head moved up, placing another kiss before her tongue slide along it as well and she repeated it all the way up his shaft, glowing red eyes always looking towards his face to his his reaction.&nbsp; Her lips slowly wrapped around his head, slowly pushing the head of his cock into her mouth- her tongue swirling around him.&nbsp; She was purposely teasing him, almost wanting to push him to his limit just to make a point.<br><br>She only took him slightly into her mouth before slowly pulling back, giving him a slow hard, almost lazy suck.&nbsp; There was barely a pause as she took him back into her mouth her head slowly bobbing again and again but refusing to out right give him the pleasure of pressing against the entrance of her throat.&nbsp; Yes, she was definitely being mean but she liked how much control she had right now- how she could slowly build the pleasure at her own pace... playing to her hearts content.&nbsp; She pulled off of his cock, her tongue coming back to the base of his cock and licking all the way up it with a tiny moan.&nbsp; "I could do this for hours Justin.&nbsp; Hours.&nbsp; You'll cave and you know it."&nbsp; <br><br>Her head shifted further, leaning down between his legs and pressing soft kisses against his sack.&nbsp; Gently she shifted her entire body, her hands finding perches on his thighs as she lapped at the tender area, her mouth moving to pull him into her mouth to lightly suck and tease at him, even there.&nbsp; She let the flesh go, flicking her tongue back and forth all along the underside, up his shaft.&nbsp; "Are you going to tell me what you want?"&nbsp; Amelia knew him, knew how difficult it would be for him to form words and to make it worse she sucked him gradually pulling him back into her mouth like she had before and keeping him there as she waited to see if he could answer: her tongue never stopping caressing the hard length she was sucking.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Weight of Being Werewolf {Fenrir &amp; tiberianius}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tiberianius</strong> on <strong>03-06-2015, 23:41:31</strong>
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				His eyes were focused down the line of her body, watching as she sweetly tormented him.&nbsp; Each movement brought another suppressed groan or moan that sometimes barely escaped his lips, sometimes he could hold it back by biting his lips down and tensing his muscles til they shuddered.&nbsp; His abs rapidly moving up and down with every tiny breath, shuddering when she did something delightful... like that... Oh God... His lips parted in a soft whimper as she almost had him there.&nbsp; Her words though...&nbsp; he closed his eyes so she wouldn't see the need in them, that want... and that surrender that he almost wanted to beg for.&nbsp; Her skills were making his cock ache, throbbing with pleasure until the veins bulged under his skin.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>When she asked if he was going to tell her what he wanted though, his eyes flashed, a mix of anger, lust and self-frustration.&nbsp; He looked at her, and licked his lips, buying a bit more time... He also shifted his right leg a bit further out, and quickly bent it in, placing his heel on the back of her head, forcing her head down and forcibly pinning her there with all his strength, something she could probably break if she used her hands though.&nbsp; <br><br>"What I want?"&nbsp; He says his eyes boring into hers as he speaks in a quick but tense whisper, "I want you, always by my side. Not risking your neck for a cheap thrill.&nbsp; I want your body, your heart, your <em>hand</em>.&nbsp; I want all those things, but right now, all I think of is <em>cumming</em> you damn Vixen!"&nbsp; His cock throbbed harder in her throat, his hips lifting from the ground, and his leg-hold on her head weakened.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Weight of Being Werewolf {Fenrir &amp; tiberianius}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fenrir</strong> on <strong>05-06-2015, 22:32:03</strong>
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				When his leg came up Amelia's eyes harden towards him, lips still around his hard shaft and she shifted her hands to rest on the ground between his legs refusing to touch him as she stabled herself against the pressure of his leg.&nbsp; He pressed down, using his superior strength against her and she slid further down his shaft.&nbsp; She let out a growl around his shaft, feeling the vibrations moving through her entire mouth as his cock pressed against the entrance to her throat, the tip catching the brunt of of the noise.&nbsp; Amelia fought his pressure, flat out refusing to let him into her throat.&nbsp; His words came through to her and she shivered, knowing how true they were.&nbsp; Justin did want her, he loved her and if she were not engulfing his cock she might have taken the chance to tell him she knew all that- she meant what he wanted right now from her and her mouth... what would please him the most right this second.<br><br>His hips lifted and she fought hard, pressing against the ground with her hands force him to raise his foot that was slowly loosing its hold against her back so he would not manage to force himself into the tight confines of her throat.&nbsp; She used her entire body to lift herself, hands gradually shifting into claws in the snow, digging in until finally she was able to move back enough to pull Justin from her mouth completely and those hard eyes searched for his face, slowly loosing their glowing aspect as her irritation and werewolf side came out. "<em>That</em> was cheating."&nbsp; <br><br>It <em>was</em> cheating and Amelia would make him pay for it.&nbsp; Of course, she completely ignored the fact that she would have attempted the same eventually... using a different part of her body, likely her breasts, in place of her hands and the fact that she had not gotten to do so first annoyed her even further.&nbsp; "You do that again and I won't finish."&nbsp; Her voice was firm and held no hint that she truly intended to make sure Justin atoned for it as her head dipped back down, sucking harder than ever as she started bobbing her head.&nbsp; Amelia's lips gripped him tightly, sliding along his skin firmly as she pressed him again and again against the back of her mouth- pressing into her throat.&nbsp; With each pass she let him in just a bit deeper, not really teasing him just slowly working him into her throat.&nbsp; Without warning she shoved him hard- finally letting him into the tight confines of her throat and pushing deeper.&nbsp; She moaned around his shaft, starting a harder pace as if she wanted to get him there as soon as possible.<br><br>Amelia would keep going, gradually getting harder and hard but her eyes stayed on him... reading his body which she knew oh-so-very-well.&nbsp; She was looking for those old familiar signs of him getting close to that ultimate bliss and she would take him all the way right up to that exquisite edge, dangle him just over it and then right when he could not take it any more her head would slow to a torturous crawl- refusing to let him finish quite yet... moaning around him again and meeting his eyes- that old familiar glow there as she gave him the ultimate tease for cheating.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Weight of Being Werewolf {Fenrir &amp; tiberianius}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tiberianius</strong> on <strong>10-06-2015, 06:23:05</strong>
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				God he loved doing that to her, pushing her buttons until she reacted, even when like now, he knew he would pay for it.&nbsp; Forcing her to partially shift though?&nbsp; He arched his back against her lips, a growl of lust and frustration escaping <em>his</em> as his head was tossed back.&nbsp; The power and strength of his mate was enough to make his cock swell harder, as she struggled against him turning him on when he was already heading for the doghouse...<br><br>And those eyes...<br><br>He knew he had been in love when even the sight of her angry made him hot and bothered, but this was... ridiculous that she should effect him so.&nbsp; Her growl making his body shiver with pleasure.&nbsp; He looked at her eyes half-lost in pleasure, distant and unfocused even as she said he had cheated.&nbsp; His lips quirked upwards and parted slightly, "Cheating on you?&nbsp; I would rather die my love..."&nbsp; His tongue ran over his lips, his eyes blinking slightly before tossing back as she began again... <br><br>Infuriating woman, insatiable... God...&nbsp; His hips rose upward, thrusting against her again, desperate as she started aggressively, it was all he could do not to explode almost instantly, but as soon as she felt that, she slowed... His head popped up looking down at her in frenzied desperation as she looked at him.&nbsp; How long had it been?&nbsp; Mere seconds or minutes?&nbsp; He lost track of the time as she tormented him, dragging everything out.... His chest rising up and down so quickly as he tried, tried to hold on, but nothing else mattered but the pleasure....<br><br>"Please... Amelia... Please..."&nbsp; His words mere whimpers of pleasure, half-coherent, half raw need, pleasure... pleasure racing through him... His body shivering with tension, his muscles pulsing under the skin as he fought the change.&nbsp; He wanted her beneath him, wanted this pleasure... and he was losing his will to this goddess atop him.&nbsp; Her softness breaking down his very strength...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Weight of Being Werewolf {Fenrir &amp; tiberianius}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fenrir</strong> on <strong>19-06-2015, 00:09:37</strong>
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				The desire to argue with him about his definition of cheating was there- she had not meant he was cheating on her- but he was purposely using his leg because he had agreed not to use his hands.&nbsp; It was cheating but arguing would do no good so she put all of her effort into making sure he paid for it in otherwise.&nbsp; Amelia would make her argument with her mouth and she did... brought him right to that edge like she wanted and as she slowed to that torturous pace and his head popped up to look at her in desperation, her red glowing eyes meeting his squarely.&nbsp; She could feel him squirming, so close and needy for that release she was purposely denying him.&nbsp; The power flowing through her was immense, she could feel the control and everything that went along with pleasing a man this way stronger than ever.&nbsp; Fuck, it was intoxicating.&nbsp; She let out a moan, forcing the sound to vibrate through his length as she continued sucking his hard length.<br><br>His begging did her in though, she loved when she could make him beg for things.&nbsp; Justin was not the begging type and the fact that she could reduce him to that, the needy sound of his voice spurred her on faster.&nbsp; Those whimpered, desperate words exactly what she wanted to hear and she went faster for him- changing the strokes of her mouth to a shallower rhythm him relentlessly forcing him to crest throat again and again as she angled her head to have the tip of his cock drag against the top of her mouth and throat with every pass.<br><br>She had wanted to make this last longer, to force him into using his hands and loose the game they had been playing but it did not seem to matter at all any more.&nbsp; All that matter was getting him to cum for her- Amelia wanted it and needed it from him.&nbsp; She went faster, harder- demanding he climax for her and trying to yank any of that control he still had from him with or without permission.&nbsp; Her head shifted again, without warning taking him deeper- forcing his entire length deep into her mouth and throat every time without loosing speed.&nbsp; Red glowing eyes met his, silently demanding and begging for him to release for her in a look he would probably recognize.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Weight of Being Werewolf {Fenrir &amp; tiberianius}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tiberianius</strong> on <strong>25-06-2015, 07:05:53</strong>
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				There are times when life gives you a mixture of extremes, when what you experience is so far outside the normal that it rides that line between the two and changes into something else entirely.&nbsp; It was such for Justin, his hips arching towards the sky as every muscle in his body quivered with anticipation.&nbsp; His hands were stretched and changed into massive clawed monstrosities, the frozen earth squeezed slowly between his fingers oozing between them in bits and spurts as he desperately sought something, anything to hold onto.&nbsp; He would pant looking down the line of his body and watch that red-eyed vixen tease and torment him, and then his eyes would squeeze shut and he would press his head back against the ground, the muscles in his neck straining into thick cords as he raised his body up higher...&nbsp; <br><br>How many times he did it, how long... time ceased to matter, nothing but her lips, her throat, her strength riding him as she forced herself up and down his cock.&nbsp; What was normally a point of pride, his sexual prowess, was now bringing him suffering, his once proud cock, now was betraying him to this woman... and yet nothing, <em>NOTHING</em> could please him more.&nbsp; His body writhed with uncontrolled changes, muscles swelling and popping, bones and tendons changing back and forth between werewolf and man... All because of this woman, all because of her damnable tongue...<br><br>It felt as if it would never end, this pleasure riding the line between pain and bliss would stretch into eternity.&nbsp; He could feel the edge of his climax, so infinitesimally close and yet so maddeningly far, his cock pulsing with desperate need, his entire mind, body and soul all crying out for the same thing... and suddenly, it was as if a chink in that barrier between the extremes suddenly cracked, a trickle of his seed started, his pleasure flowing through him, into her, spilling out in greater quantities, a release that made his earlier one a distant memory.&nbsp; His balls tightened up, every last drop spilling out from his swollen cock into her greedy mouth, her throat, pulsing through him until his shoulders fall back to the ground, and a stillness dominates his body...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Weight of Being Werewolf {Fenrir &amp; tiberianius}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fenrir</strong> on <strong>01-07-2015, 21:12:43</strong>
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				Tension was throughout his entire body, if tension could be the word to describe what was going on.&nbsp; She could feel his desperation, his need- see how his body was shifting uncontrollably and she could not stop at this point, even if she had wanted to.&nbsp; His desire to finish, to feel that ultimate pleasure became her own and she moved faster for him, sucked harder for him.&nbsp; Amelia knew it felt good but she wanted it to feel better, always better for him.&nbsp; Her mouth and tongue moved relentlessly along his delicious shaft, mercilessly forcing him closer and closer to release.&nbsp; It built more and more, causing the tension throughout his body to spread into her own.&nbsp; She needed it, wanted it now as much as Justin.&nbsp; Everything seemed to teeter on getting him off as quickly as possible.&nbsp; She had to taste his release, had too.&nbsp; Amelia sucked hard, swirling her tongue around his head with every pass.<br><br>Suddenly he was there, the tension broke and her whole body seemed to release the tension that was building as she tasted those first few trickles of his bliss.&nbsp; Amelia swallowed them without question, moaning at the taste as he gave her more.&nbsp; Her head dipped down, forcing him to the back of her throat as he released even more.&nbsp; She gave him more of those shallow strokes, forcing him into her throat again and again to drag out his pleasure as he finished- refusing to just let it end without ensuring he felt every single ounce of pleasure that his body was capable.&nbsp; His body finally relaxed, his shoulders falling back to the ground and all he could do was breathe.<br><br>Amelia pulled off of his cock with a gentle popping noise and her hands came up to caress on thighs lovingly as she leaned over to rest her cheek on his abdomen.&nbsp; His cock was between the curves of her breast as she nuzzled into the muscles of his chest.&nbsp; "Did you enjoy that, then?"&nbsp; She had a playful smile on her face as she tilted her head just enough to look at his face.&nbsp; It was difficult to believe he would say anything but yes but she always liked to hear from him, how much he liked it.&nbsp; She knew her worth was not tied to how well she could pleasure him but considering a lot of the relationship had been built on pleasure it just always seemed like something she needed to ensure... that he was pleased with her.&nbsp; She lifted her head just enough to nip his chest in affection, vampires forgotten for the moment as she waited for him to recover.
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