The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow & wolventears)
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				Title: <strong>The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xajow</strong> on <strong>18-06-2011, 21:40:10</strong>
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				The wolf was a dark, rust red. A blaze on his snout and a streak on his chest were black. His eyes were yellow and narrow. He was larger than a normal wolf. He stood motionless in the woods, sniffing the air. He could just smell deer in the wind, and he wanted to pinpoint their location.<br><br>His hunger was what made him focus completely on the scent of deer. He needed food. But that focus kept him from noticing the scent and sounds of the bear until it was too late. The wolf knew he was trespassing. The bear had given warning before. But the wolf was hungry and did not wish to find a new hunting ground.<br><br>The bear came through the trees running. The wolf swiftly turned and bolted away. But the bear gave chase. The wolf ran towards a tree and made a sharp right turn. But he lost his footing in the leaves on the ground. Instead of losing the bear, he felt the bear’s claws rip through his shoulder. He howled in pain and began to run again.<br><br>The effort was painful, but the wolf had no choice. He bounded through the trees, moving deeper into the forest. By the time he heard the bear slow and finally stop chasing him, the wolf was exhausted. Pain throbbed in his shoulder. But he could not stop. If the bear came upon him again, he might not survive the encounter. He limped forward, hoping to find a stream or a pond where he might find water at least.<br><br>Some minutes later, he smelled the faint hint of smoke. He stopped to listen carefully. It was not a forest fire. Perhaps there were people near by. He moved cautiously forward and came to a clearing in the woods. In the middle of the clearing stood a log cabin.<br><br>He knew showing up as a wounded wolf would be more likely to get him shot than help. So he began the painful transformation from wolf to human. His paws narrowed and elongated, turning into feet and hands. His limbs grew thick and long, becoming arms and legs. He howled in pain. His fur slowly vanished, and his snout shortened. The wound on his shoulder remained.<br><br>He stood up slowly, and felt light-headed. He had transformed into a tall man with broad shoulders and a thick mop of dark red hair. His eyes had changed to a pale green. Naked, he walked slowly toward the cabin. His hard muscles moved under pale skin. His hands and feet were covered with dirt and scratches. The exertion of transformation had left him with a sheen of sweat. Dirt and blood caked in his wound. Blood trickled down his arm.<br><br>He leaned against the doorframe of the cabin and banged on the door. The effort made points of light swim in his vision. “Hey!” he said, not nearly as loud as he had intended. “I need... need help...” His voice trailed off. He raised his hand to bang on the door again, but he the best he could do was rest his hand on the door. “Please...”<br><br>He fought to keep his eyes open. Unconsciousness was trying to envelop him. “Please,” he said again. He closed his eyes and slumped against the door.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>18-06-2011, 23:52:28</strong>
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				Aubrey had to push her light brown hair out of her face as she stirred the ingrediants together. She was very proud of herself, her peasant top and skirt for once not dirtied. She smiled, sure the last tincture was complete. The other finished products sat neatly lined up on her table, each labeled and marked with what they were and what they were for. It was easy money she made when she sold them to the local herbalist who resided in the closest town. She then sold them in her own little medicinal store for twice what she paid Aubrey, but that was fine. She mainly lived off the forest, so money wasn't really a necessity for her. <br><br>She quickly jotted down the mixture in her Book of Shadows and placed it back on the shelf. Wrapping the last tincture, she labeled it and put it in the box along with the others. She would delver it tomorrow, for the moon was already shining brightly overhead, it's belly nearly full in the sky. She was aware of what lurked in the darkness. Even for a witch of her power, she was still an easy target. At five, two, she was average height for a woman, and she was also well endowed under her shirt, which made running unbarable. <br><br>After washing her hands in the small basin she kept by the hearth, she stoked the fire. A cauldron style pot hung over the flames, a wooden spoon circling the inside as it stirred its contents. She inhaled deep. There was nothing like a nice hot bowl of rabbit stew to warm the belly on a cold night. Walking towards the small kitchen area, she opened the cabinet above the stove she never used, prefering the hearth fire to a gas stove, and grabbed some seasonings she had put together. Then suddenly, a loud banging rattled her door.<br><br>At this hour of the night, in the middle of the woods, who would be pounding on her door. "I'm coming, hold on," she hollered out, placing the small jars down. Quickly, she yanked the door open to nearly have a fairly large man collapse on her. A very naked man, at that.&nbsp; Her hazel eyes widened in surprise. "Dear Goddess, what has happened to you?" She asked as she put an arm around him and pulled him into the house. She felt a warm liquid start to cover her shoulder and when she glanced up, she saw the wound on the man's shoulder and the dirt and blood that covered it. <br><br>After slamming the door shut with her foot, she practically drug the man to her couch and laid him down as best she could on his belly, so she could get a good look at his wound. It looked as if something had clawed the hell out of him and the scratches were very deep and wide. "Okay, please don't move, I'm going to get some warm water and a towel to clean this up." She hurridly made her way to her kitchen opening cupboards to get what she needed.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xajow</strong> on <strong>19-06-2011, 01:04:54</strong>
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				A woman opened the door, and he struggled to keep his whole weight from bearing down on her. Suddenly he was awash in new scents. The scent of the woman was strong, but there was also the scent of food, cooked meat somewhere. There were also other scents which he could not identify immediately.<br><br>The woman asked him a question. He strained to decipher the sounds. Maybe she had asked what had happened. He tried to explain but the words only came out as a faint mumble.<br><br>There was motion, and then he was laying on something soft. More sounds from the woman. What had she said? It made no sense. Something about getting ‘arm water’ to an owl ‘toke lean the sup.’ He gave up trying to understand.<br><br>He needed food. Somewhere in this dwelling was food. He could smell it. His vision was still filled with dancing points of light, but he could see the brightness of the fire. The food would be there. He would go get some. He moved to push himself up of the big soft thing, and new bolts of pain shot through his shoulder, causing him yell and to collapse. The arm attached to his injured shoulder was now beneath his torso. He needed food. But his arm hurt and he was tired. He would stay on the big soft thing. He would sleep. Yes, sleep was good. The big soft thing was comfortable. <br><br>But the woman, he needed to tell the woman he needed food. But she was gone. Maybe she would be back. Yes, and he could close his eyes until then. He was so tired. He would close his eyes just for a minute...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>19-06-2011, 01:41:47</strong>
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				Aubrey rushed out of the kitchen at the man's yell of pain, sloshing water all over her from the pan she was carrying. Her gauzy white peasant top now soaked and practically see through. "It told you not to move," she said as she walked to the couch. Pulling up an ottoman, she put the pan beside her feet. The man's arms was now under his chest, as if he had tried to push himself up but the pain had been too much for him. Now, his eyes were closed and he lay unconscious. <br><br>As she wet the towel and wrang it out, she took her tim to look him over. Aside from the wicked claw marks, his back was nicely muscled. Her eyes went the path down to the dimples in his lower back and even lower still to the firm muscles of his buttocks. He was indeed a huge man, his feet that ended long muscular legs hung over the arm. <br><br>Moving her attention back to his shoulder, she began to gentley wipe away the dirt and blood. How he had got the wound was a mystery to her, no reason that popped into her head even sounded remotely possible. And another question was why was he naked? At least he looked good while unclothed, but that was besides the point. <br><br>As one hand cleaned his wound, the other brushed the red hair from his face. <em>A very handsome face</em>, she thought. When the pan's water was completely red from the blood, she went to one of her cabinets and got a jar that held the most recent poultice she had made for a nasty cut she had gotten on on her leg earlier that week.<br><br>Using a fresh towel, she spread it on the wound, which she noticed was smaller than it had been only moments before. Interesting. There was something strange about the man laying on her couch. He definately wasn't human, that much she could tell, but as for what he was exactly, she wasn't sure. Putting on fresh gauze bandages, she leaned forward, her lips close to his ear. "You go ahead and sleep. Then when you wake, I will have a big bowl of rabbit stew for you. And don't try anything stupid, okay? I can hurt you very bad, if needed." <br><br>Leaving his side, she moved to get her own bowl, and took her place in her favorite recliner with a blanket across her lap. As she ate, her eyes never left the man on the couch. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xajow</strong> on <strong>19-06-2011, 03:34:26</strong>
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				He was only marginally roused by the sensation of something being rubbed against his shoulder. It did not feel quite right, but why he could not remember as he fell into a deeper sleep.<br><br>But sleep brought dreams. He dreamt of being in woods he had never seen before. He was walking through the trees when he heard the sound of someone humming. He walked toward the sound, and came upon a well and a little girl. The little girl was sitting beside the well. She looked up at him and smiled.<br><br>“Owls don’t clean,” she said in a little girl’s voice. She was blonde, with her hair in braids. She wore a blue gingham dress and white shoes.<br><br>“Owl’s don’t what?” he asked.<br><br>“Clean sup.”<br><br>“I don’t understand.”<br><br>“You go ahead and sleep,” said the little girl in a voice that suddenly sounded very adult. “Then when you wake, I will have a big bowl of rabbit stew for you. And don't try anything stupid, okay? I can hurt you very bad, if needed.”<br><br>“What?”<br><br>“I can hurt you very bad, if needed.”<br><br>“I don’t understand.”<br><br>“Don’t try anything stupid,” she said, now sounding like a little girl again.<br><br>“Like what?”<br><br>“Like trespassing on Mr. Bear’s territory. Mr. Bear doesn’t like it.”<br><br>“But I’m hungry.”<br><br>“Don’t try anything stupid,” she said with a smile.<br><br>“Okay. I’ll see what I can do.” He was starting to become annoyed.<br><br>“I will have a big bowl of rabbit stew for you.”<br><br>“Where are you going to get the rabbit?”<br><br>“I can hurt you very bad, if needed.”<br><br>“Okay. I’ll be on my way then.”<br><br>“Uhn-uh. You need to stay here.”<br><br>“Why?”<br><br>“Don’t try anything stupid.”<br><br>Then the girl began to stand up. As she stood up, she seemed to change. She grew tall and wide. She started to sprout fur. She was changing into a bear.<br><br>“I can hurt you very bad, if needed,” she said with a bearish growl. “Look,” she pointed at his shoulder with a hand that turned into a paw.<br><br>He looked and his shoulder was gashed and bleeding.<br><br>“Don’t do anything stupid.”<br><br>The bear attacked, and he woke up suddenly.<br><br>He gasped and then winced, feeling a dull throbbing pain in his shoulder. He opened his eyes slowly. He smelled food. And a woman. And some other odd scents. The cabin. He was in the cabin. He used his uninjured arm to push himself up. He put his feet on the floor and sat up. His injured shoulder had nearly closed up, but he still felt exhausted. And hungry. He hoped the woman would let him have some food.<br><br>He rubbed his face with his hands and then blushed, because that is when he remembered he was naked.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>19-06-2011, 06:48:35</strong>
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				Aubrey sat quietly as the man stirred. He had begun talking in his sleep, random mumblings, none of which meant any sense to her. Then he woke up and sat up. She raised an eyebrow at his blush when he realized he was naked. <br><br>"If you can reach, there is a blanket on the back of the couch. Are you hungry?" She stood and went to the hearth. She had a bowl ready next to the pot. Scooping out a big helping, she carried it back to the couch and held it out to him. "Rabbit stew?" She put the bowl in his hands and returned to her seat on the recliner. <br><br>She couldn't help but look him over. Trying to be discrete about it, her gaze traveled over his body. The hard muscles under that creamy white skin. His red hair that wasn't just on his head. She blushed at that thought. She didn't have time to be aroused by him she needed to know who the hell he was and what he was. So, she asked.<br><br>"Who and what the hell are you?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xajow</strong> on <strong>19-06-2011, 08:28:56</strong>
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				He turned and picked up the blanket from the back of the couch as the woman asked if he was hungry. He nodded, but before he could say anything she was up and getting him food. He was not going to complain. He put the blanket over his lap.<br><br>He took the bowl from the woman. The bowl was warm, and felt good in his hands. He lifted the bowl up to sip the liquid. And then nearly spit it out as she asked him bluntly who and what he was. He manged to swallow the liquid before half coughing and half laughing.<br><br>“You get right to the point.” He smirked. He looked her in the eyes. “And you know to ask <em>what</em> I am, which means you’re not ignorant either. That’s good.” He sipped a little more broth from the stew before answering her questions.<br><br>“I will tell you who I was.” He lowered his arms to hold the bowl in his lap. “My tribe name was Conall, son of Cu, of the tribe of Cian. Who I am now is nobody. I am nameless, because I become who I need to be to survive.<br><br>“I am a lot of things. But I know what you’re asking. I’m a werewolf, in the common parlance. But I do not intend any harm.<br><br>“And now you’ll want to ask what what I doing naked and wounded on your doorstep. So I'll tell you. I was hunting, and I was trespassing on territory that belongs to a grumpy bear. There was a fight, which I lost, and in which I was hurt. I haven’t eaten much more than some grass and plants for a while now, and not a lot of that. So I was hungry and not exactly at my best. And I’m still hungry, so if it’s all the same to you, I’m going to stop talking and eat.”<br><br>He raised the bowl half way up, and then put it down again.<br><br>“Thank you, by the way, for taking me in and giving me food. I appreciate it even if I don’t sound like I do.”<br><br>He lifted the bowl up and took a piece of meat into his mouth. “Mmm.” He tried to force himself to eat slowly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>19-06-2011, 08:59:14</strong>
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				She nodded. Okay, so he was a werewolf. Explained the fast healing. She herself had never met one before, but she had heard stories of the various clans. "Okay. I have planty of stew, so you can down that bowl like I know you want to do." She did notice he was a little skinny for his height and width. <br><br>Although, if she should be feeding a hungry werewolf, she wasn't sure if it was the best idea. He said he didn't mean her any harm, but werewolves were known to be unpredictable. Not many witches came across werewolves though. <br><br>Getting up, she got another bowl of stew and grabbed her Book of Shadows. After placing the new bowl in front of him, she sat back into her chair and opened her book. Taking out the pen, she began writing.<br><br><strong>Werewolves: Already known fact, fast healing, but was able to witness firsthand. <br>Subject: Conall, son of Cu, of the tribe of Cian</strong><br><br>"If you no longer have a name," she said glancing up at him from her book, "what am I to call you? My name is Aubrey."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xajow</strong> on <strong>19-06-2011, 19:53:08</strong>
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				He nodded to her comment about there being plenty of stew. He still forced himself to eat slowly. A meat fast always made him hungry, but quickly overloading the stomach with protein afterwards was not wise, even if he would recover quickly.<br><br>He watched the woman as she moved to get him more food. She was certainly an attractive female. And she carried herself like she knew it. He smirked a little. The dwelling did not smell as though anyone else were living there. But it also had a scent of magic. Which meant the woman was probably a witch.<br><br>As the woman returned with food and a book, he made no pretense of not watching her walk. He had learned pretending not to look was useless. And not pretending made enjoying the sight easier. Her clothes looked a tad dirty, but he guessed that was probably his fault.<br><br>When the woman began to write in her book, he became certain she was a witch. The book was heavy with the scent of secrets and magic. He watched the way she sat in her chair, and the way she moved her hand as she wrote.<br><br>He smiled as she asked what she should call him. He had finished about half of the original bowl of stew, and he let her wait while he ate a little more of it. It gave him time to think of something to tell her.<br><br>“You can call me Blake. That’s a good mysterious name. And I like the sound of it.<br><br>“Aubrey... Good name for a witch. And a smooth sound. It suits you.”<br><br>He sipped at the stew for a moment as he looked at her. She had hazel eyes, and light brown hair. Nearly blonde. She was short, but with a good figure. Did she fear him at all? He wasn’t sure. Most people would, but she was not most people. That much was clear. She was a witch of some confidence. It would not do to test her. Besides, that would be impolite and ungrateful. She was helping him.<br><br>He lifted the bowl to his mouth and finished off the contents before putting the bowl down and picking up the other one she had brought him. He was eating faster now as his thoughts turned from controlling his eating to examining the woman.<br><br>He guessed she must realize he was looking her over. For him to not look her over would have been difficult. Living alone kept him alive, but it had drawbacks. But he lowered his gaze and looked down at his food. It would not do to get too stirred by the woman. He was imposing on her hospitality as it was. If she thought he expected more, she might not let him stay long.<br><br>He took a long sip of broth from the stew. The heat felt good. He wondered why she had made so much stew if she was here by herself. Was she expecting someone? She wasn’t trying to get him out the door. But that didn’t always mean someone wasn’t expected. He hoped she wasn’t expecting another witch. He didn’t want to end up cornered. He didn’t want to harm anyone.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>19-06-2011, 20:23:28</strong>
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				Aubrey could feel the werewolf's eyes on her like a physical touch and the fact he knew she was a witch, did not surprise her. She nodded at his response. "Blake then," she said closing her Book of Shadows. "I'm not expecting anyone, so you can stay for the night if you wish. Give you time to regain your strenghth and heal." She stood and walked back to the hearth, placing her book back in it's place on the shelf. "I think I may have some clothes that fit you. I'll go get those and feel free to help yourself to more stew. I'm sure a werewolf has a large appetite." <br><br>She walked through a door to the right of the fire, that led to her bedroom. Going to her closet, she dug through to the back, where a small closed box sat. She sat on her knees and pulled the box open. Inside were various shirts and men's pants. She sighed.<br><br>It had been so long ago, since he had left her. They had been engaged, and very much in love. He knew she was special, but thought it went as far as basic Wicca, but when she came into her powers, strange things started to happen. Apparently, his love was not strong enough for him to deal with it, so one day when she had left to deliver her creations to the the herbalist in town, he had packed a good majority of his things and was gone by the time she had gotten back. It hurt her deep to think of him and how he had just left. <br><br>There was a thin sliver band, laying atop the clothing. She pushed it aside and grabbed a black shirt and jeans, she hoped would fit. Looking down at herself, she gasped at the dirt and blood that covered her peasant top. Quickly, she removed the soiled clothing and replaced then with a plain tank and a flowing skirt. Her pentagram necklace lay around her throat and she kept her silver bracelets on, just in case, as it was common knowledge that silver can hurt a werewolf.<br><br>Gong to her nightstand, she made sure her silver dagger was close and once she was happy about that, she grabbed the clothing and went back to her guest.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xajow</strong> on <strong>19-06-2011, 22:28:38</strong>
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				He was a little confused now. She was alone, and was not expecting anyone. So why all the food? He didn’t smell the scent of anyone else, so why did she have men’s clothes? Something was not right.<br><br>He watched her walk into another room. Was she getting a weapon? She didn’t seem to be a trapper. He had not sensed deceit in her. Still, he had to be wary. She was a witch. Perhaps she knew how to deceive in a manner that seemed truthful.<br><br>He sniffed the stew more carefully. He smelled no soporifics or poisons. Was there something else?<br><br>He continued eating. He would need his strength if anything happened.<br><br>His shoulder was healing but it still burned with stinging pain. He was also still naked. He would not get far in his condition. He needed help, and she was offering it. She had given him no overt reason to distrust her.<br><br>“If you’re not expecting anyone,” he said when she returned, “why did you cook so much food?” He would leave the issue of the clothes for another time. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>19-06-2011, 23:19:48</strong>
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				He was very paranoid it seemed and he was thinking the worst of her. She thought about messing with him, giving some bogus answer, but that would probably just piss him off and a grouchy werewolf inside her house was not a good thing. So, she dicided on the truth. It was just easier. <br><br>"Well, in case you couldn't smell it, I do live here alone. I used to live with someone else, but that's not something I want to get into. Anyways, with winter so close, it's easier to make a big pot, so I can save and freeze it. I'm not exactly well equiped to go outside in a snow storm to catch and collect food." Except now, if he kept slamming through those bowls of stew, she would have to make another trip on catching rabbits. "I also dehydrate the meat for jerky and what not." <br><br>For whatever reason, she hoped he believed her. She didn't want him to think she was a hunter of exotic breeds or anything because she wasn't. What he did with his life was his business and she wasn't one for murder anyhow.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xajow</strong> on <strong>20-06-2011, 04:58:33</strong>
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				He smiled. “I should have thought of that. I’m an ass.” He shook his head. “I’ve not learned to be very trusting, but you haven’t earned my distrust. My question was uncalled for. Forget I asked.”<br><br>He put down the now empty bowl. He was still hungry, but he could manage to survive another day at least. He glanced to the fireplace and then back to the woman. She used to live with someone else, she said. That explained the clothes.<br><br>“Thank you. You’re very kind. You deserve more gratitude. Try not to take my manner personally. It’s not you. I’m just an ass of a werewolf. Thank you for the food. And the blanket. I’m not used to being naked with strange... well, with women whom I don’t know. Not to mention the fact that it’s a little easier to hide effect of a woman like you when I have clothes on.<br><br>“A modest werewolf may seem odd to you, but we were taught to not be so... um... familiar with people not of the tribe. It’s something I never really lost, even without a tribe.”<br><br>He smiled and shook his head.<br><br>“I talk too much when I’m tired. Thank you for the offer to stay the night. I will accept, and I’ll try to be more grateful about it. I am sure you’re tired too. Please, you can leave the clothes. Thank you. You’ve been far more hospitable than I probably deserve. I’ll dress and go in the morning.<br><br>He sat there, blanket over his crotch and thighs, and otherwise naked. His hands were in his lap, and he made no move to stand. He was looking directly at her.<br><br>“As recompense, all I can offer right now is to answer questions you must have about me for your book.” He gestured to the shelf where she had put the book in which she had written earlier. “It’s not much, but it’s all I have.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>20-06-2011, 05:17:02</strong>
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				His offer to answer any questions she had sparked her interest. She leaned forward, excitement on her face. "You would do that? Isn't there some kind of code you need to follow about giving away your wolfey secrets or something?" Who was she kidding, if he said he would answer questions, she was definately going to ask them. <br><br>She glanced down and noticed he was just holding the clothes in his lap. She blushed. He was being very gentlemanly, waiting for her to leave the room before dressing. And what had he said about being affected by a woman such as her? She blushed an even deeper shade of red. "Oh, uh, you know, I will wait and talk to you about it in the morning, if that is alright. I will cook breakfast, and while we eat, you can answer." She stood, her motions quick and jerky. A little to quick, fore her foot got wrapped up in the blanket she had had on her lap and she fell forward, her body crushing against his on the couch. She managed to push her torso up a bit taking some of her weight off of him, but her lower half was still placed firmly against his. <br><br>"I am so sorry," she said as her wide hazel eyes looked into his green ones. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xajow</strong> on <strong>20-06-2011, 06:48:43</strong>
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				He nearly began to answer her question when she seemed to change her mind about her eagerness to get information from him. And then suddenly she fell forward.<br><br>Her scent filled his nostrils. She smelled of rabbit stew and magic and woman. His body responded with arousal almost instantly. He felt her chest against his own, her legs on his, her face next to his. The sensations were almost overwhelming. She felt good. She felt really good. Stiff flesh pressed against the blanket on his lap. <br><br>She pushed herself back, and then looked into his eyes. His hands reached up to her shoulders to hold her body there. He stared into her eyes.<br><br>“Mmm...” He was unaware of the fact that he licked his lips. “Gods in the heavens, you smell good.”<br><br>He realized what he had said only after he had said it. His hands did not let go immediately, but he pushed her back a little more. His hands gripped her shoulders a little more tightly than necessary. And then his hands let go, and he forced himself to look away from her face. <br><br>“You better go, before I do something you’ll regret. Great gods, you smell really good. Please...” The word turned into a moan, which became a soft growl of lust.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>20-06-2011, 07:32:23</strong>
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				She quickly made it to her feet after he pushed her away. She had felt his erection agianst her and she had felt a welcoming response. It had been so long since she had been with a man, and his hard body had felt so good against her softer one. <br><br>"I, uh, I- okay, yes, I'm going to go to bed." She turned tail and ran, her body hot and wanting but not wanting to tease a horny werewolf. Once in her bedroom, she locked the door, and chanted a barrier spell, so if he thought to come into her room in the middle of the night, the spell wouldn't allow him through. As wonderful of an idea sleeping with him sounded, she knew nothing good would come of it. The sooner she asked her questions, and he left, the better. Then she could go back to her boring, everyday routine and life.<br><br>She eyed the dagger on her nightstand as she climbed into her bed, deciding not to pick it up. She just wasn't sure if she was trying to keep him out of the room or herself in it. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xajow</strong> on <strong>20-06-2011, 08:17:32</strong>
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				He was left breathing hard as she left. Why? Why had he told her to go? Because trying to rape the woman who was trying to help him would have been wrong. Still, he sniffed the air, taking in the lingering scent of the woman.<br><br>He caught a scent of magic again. It was mild. She must have done something to keep him out of her bedroom. Good. It lessened the temptation to try to do something.<br><br>But his cock was hard. He lifted up the blanket that he had been using to cover his lap. He was tempted to masturbate, but spraying semen on the hostess’s decor seemed rude. He stood up and looked at the clothes the woman had brought him. A black shirt and some jeans. He pulled the shirt on. It was a bit snug, but it would do. He pulled on the pants. Tight, but better than nothing.<br><br>Whose clothes were these? Some former lover’s? Probably. They did not smell enough like her to have belonged to a brother.<br><br>He sighed as he laid down on the couch. He lay on his back. The tightness of the pants in the crotch was a distraction. But his erection was not abating. He forced himself to do breathing exercises.<br><br>Inhale. Hold. Exhale. Hold. Inhale. Hold. Exhale.<br><br>His mind seemed to calm as he breathed slowly. He fell into a restless and light but dreamless sleep.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>20-06-2011, 18:33:29</strong>
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				Aubrey woke the next morning barely rested. Her sleep had been restless, full of her tossing and turning, and it had been unbaringly hot. She felt sore as well like she had slept on her neck wrong. Getting out of bed, she walked out of her bedroom. She frowned at the small pressure around her as she walked through the doorway. A barrier spell? That was odd. <br><br>She went into the bathroom next to her room and after using the facilities, she washed her face and brushed her teeth. Her hair was a wild mane around her head, but since it didn't look utterly horrible, she left it the way it was and walked out of the bathroom and headed to the kitchen. <br><br>It was a little chilly in the living area and her nipples hardened under the tight fitting tank she had worn to bed. She probably should have put pants on, but as she was the only one home, her butt hugging boyshort panties were fine for the time being. She walked to the hearth and grabbed the cauldron from the still lightly burning hearth. It was time to seperate the stew and put it in the freezer. As she began walking to the kitchen, she passed the couch and had to double take. A man laid there, to big for the space, so his feet hung over the arm rest. <br><br>Everything from the night before came rushing back to her. "Shit, shit, shit." She had forgotten she had brought a werewolf into her home last night and now she was running around in her underwear. She hurried to the kitchen, as quietly as she could and placed the pot on the counter. It banged rather loudly to her ears and she cringed, waiting to hear any kind of indication that he had woken up. When nothing happened, she sighed in relief and turned to&nbsp; leave the kitchen, but stubbed her toe on a chair. She yelped in pain and threw a hand to her mouth. Why was she so damn clumsy all of a sudden? Now, limping, she started her way back towards her bedroom.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xajow</strong> on <strong>20-06-2011, 20:26:19</strong>
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				He awoke the moment he heard her footsteps on the floor. But he kept his eyes closed and remained motionless. He smelled her scent stirred in the air as she moved about. Eventually he heard her voice, and he wondered what was wrong.<br><br>He heard a loud clang of metal, and his eyes opened. He tensed, ready to move quickly if he needed to. Then he heard a bang and a yelp. It was just the woman. She wasn’t doing anything but waking up. He sighed and chided himself for still not trusting her.<br><br>He sat up slowly. She was limping toward what he guessed must be her bedroom. She was dressed in way that did not leave a lot to the imagination. His already hard cock twitched inside the snug fitting pants. He could not seem to stop himself from looking her over. His hands itched. The impulse to go grab her body was strong. He stood up and took a step toward her.<br><br>“By the gods in their heavens, you do tempt a man.” He had managed to stop himself from moving, but not from saying what was on his mind. He shook his head slightly and started over. <br><br>“Are you okay, Aubrey?” His gaze moved over her form slowly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>20-06-2011, 23:49:53</strong>
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				Aubrey froze at the sound of his voice. <em>Well, hell,</em> she thought. He had woke up anyways. Well, he was indeed a werewolf, so he probably woke up the second she came out of the room. She turned to look at him. The lusty look in his eyes made her nipples pebble. She quickly crossed her arms over her chest. <br><br>"Oh, yes. I'm fine. I'm just going to get some clothes on then I'll cook breakfast." He was standing in front of her, the fact that he was trying to keep himself from her was obvous. She laughed nervously and took a step back towards her bedroom. "Um, the bathroom is right her," she said pointing to the door to the right of her room. "You can use it if you need to." She knew she was blushing bright red as she closed the bedroom door behind her. It was definately going to be awkward after that. He didn't exantly keep his attraction to her hidden. <br><br>She quickly put on a bra and another flowing skirt. She loved them. Then taking a deep breath, she walked out of the room and walked to the kitchen where she began to cook eggs and bacon and homemade biscuits.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xajow</strong> on <strong>21-06-2011, 04:26:39</strong>
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				He saw her blush and realized he had embarrassed her. When she went into her bedroom, he shrugged. She should know better than to appear dressed like that before him.<br><br>He went into the bathroom and peeled the borrowed clothes off. He looked at his shoulder. It showed almost no sign of injury. He needed a good wash, but he doubted she would want him using up her soap. He turned on water at the sink and wet his face. He rubbed his hands and arms mostly clean and then rubbed cold water against his armpits. He picked up the shirt and used it to dry himself. He pulled the pants back on, and the put on the shirt. <br><br>The clothes did not seem to have stretched any during the night. They were still a tight fit. The pants in particular seemed almost uncomfortable in the crotch. He figured it was better than being naked in front of this strange woman. It might keep his arousal around her from being quite so obvious, but he doubted it.<br><br>He walked out of the bathroom, to find the woman in the kitchen. But after what he had seen earlier, it was hard not to imagine her body under her change of clothes. He watched her move. The smell of food and the smell of her were arousing hungers in him. He was just going to have to live with being aroused while he was here.<br><br>He could just leave. But that would be rude. And whatever she was cooking smelled heavenly. He decided to just enjoy the time.<br><br>“Mm-mm. Smells good. And so does the food.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>21-06-2011, 05:19:17</strong>
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				Aubrey nearly jumped out of her skin as he spoke behind her. "Great Goddess! Warn a woman when you come walking in the room will you," she said, turning to look at him, her hand clutching her chest. "Oh, hell, I'm sorry. That was rude. You just scared me a little." <br><br>She turned back around, busying herself with the bacon. What was it about this man that she felt the need to overly ambarass herself? She took the bacon from the pan and laid it on a plate, then the timer on the oven dinged. Bending over, she grabbed an oven mitt and grabbed the pan of fresh biscuits from the oven. "I hope you're hungry. I made a lot."<br><br>She put some bacon and eggs on a plate then a couple biscuits which she then covered in homemade country gravy. She placed the plate down on the table and pulled out a chair. "Please sit. I'll go grab my book." <br><br>She practically ran from the kitchen, her ambarassment replaced by her eagerness to learn about his species. Grabbing the book, she quickly made her way back to the kitchen. She threw a plate together for herself and placed it on the table across from his, but before she sat, she spoke.<br><br>"Can I see your shoulder? I want to see how your healing has gone. That is if that's okay with you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xajow</strong> on <strong>21-06-2011, 06:42:06</strong>
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				He smirked a little at her startlement. He was pleased to smell bacon cooking. But his attention was distracted from the scent by the sight of her bending over to take biscuits from the oven.<br><br>“Mmm.”<br><br>He watched her prepare a plate and realized he was still extremely hungry. He had, for him, barely eaten the night before. By the time the woman returned, the bacon had been consumed. He was busily at work on the eggs and biscuit with gravy. He moaned faintly as he ate. The food was delicious, and the sensation of hot food was delightful. He felt as though he had gotten hungrier since sitting down to begin eating.<br><br>With a mouth full of biscuit and gravy, he nodded to the woman at her request to see his shoulder. He peeled the shirt off, dropped it on the floor and continued eating.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>21-06-2011, 06:57:32</strong>
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				Aubrey gulped at the sight of his bare torso. She had seen the man naked the night before, but damn, he had one hell of a body. She stood and walked behind him as he continued to eat. Lightly she ran her hand over where the wound had been, which was no just faint pink lines in his white flesh. <br><br>"Wow, that is amazing." She couldn't believe that the claw marks from the night before were barely even there. It looked like a wound from months before. She trailed her fingertips over his skin for a little longer than needed. When she realized what she had been doing, she quickly stopped and returned to her seat. Popping a bite of biscuit in her mouth, she thought for a minute. What does one ask a werewolf? <br><br>She knew basically what she had been told by her grandmother, that werewolves are beastly creatures, that tend to act more animal than man. They would rape women and kidnap children. Even kill campers in the woods just for the pure enjoyment of it, like all humanity had been lost to them. <br><br>"So, how do you keep the wolf from taking over?" She hoped the question wasn't offensive, not knowing anything about his past really, but she genuinely wanted to know.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xajow</strong> on <strong>21-06-2011, 07:39:54</strong>
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				He watched the woman walk over to him. As she stood behind him, the scent of her mixed with the scent of the food. He had to close his eyes for a moment. Just keep eating, he thought.<br><br>Then the woman began to caress his shoulder. At first she seemed to just be touching where the wounds had been But then she seemed to be stroking his skin. He felt a light shudder, and the crotch of the pants became genuinely uncomfortable.<br><br>Finally she stopped and went back to her seat. He continued to eat. He had finished the eggs while she had been touching his shoulder, and was about to begin eating the second biscuit. He stopped when she asked her first question.<br><br>“Taking over what?” he said in immediate response. “Oh!” He suddenly understood. “You mean me. Well, that depends on what you mean by taking over.<br><br>“Overcoming base instincts takes discipline. Perhaps for me more discipline than a human, but the principle is the same. I find it helps to be honest. Repression makes any desire harder to control over time. For example, you, little girl, are sexy, and your scent is really making me hungry for more than food. And the sight of you earlier was arousing to say the least. I am imagining what you look like under your clothes. I can’t really stop any of this, but I can prevent myself from acting like a sex starved rapist. So I allow the one and prevent the other.<br><br>“Of course,” he added while looking over her chest, “sometimes that is not so easy. Like right now.” He shook his head and looked up to her face again.<br><br>“If, however, you mean turning into a wolf, well, that too takes discipline, but of a different sort. I find being a wolf by choice for a while can help prevent hard to control urges. But mostly it takes training the body. It’s not the urge to transform that makes it happen. It’s giving in to the urge that makes it happen. So one learns how not to give into the urge. But that’s simplifying things a bit. Basically, it’s a choice. I can choose to transform or not. I could do it right now, if I wanted to. But certain base impulses are harder to control in wolf form, and I’d rather not at transform at the moment. Besides which, being a wolf would make enjoying this breakfast difficult.<br><br>“Which reminds me. Have you got something to drink? I prefer milk if you have some. Raw is best, but I’ll take what you have. Unless it’s skim.” Here he made a face of disgust. “In which case I’ll take juice or water.”<br><br>He attacked the second biscuit, finishing it in three bites, and then lifting the plate to lick crumbs and gravy.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>21-06-2011, 07:51:10</strong>
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				Her mouth hung open as he talked openly about his attraction to her. Sexy? She had never been called sexy before. "Uh, yeah, I have some milk. 2%." She got up and poured him a glass then set it next to him. All the while, her mind was still on what he had said about picturing her in her underwear.<br>Did she dare ask the question that was floating around in her head?<br><br>She did dare.<br><br>"Is attraction and s-sex magnified since you are a werewolf, then? Like the urges are more physical than thought upon?" She knew she shouldn't be asking him this because it would most likley lead somewhere she didn't want to go, but something in her wanted to know. <br><br>"Is sex different for a werewolf?" She opened her book, trying to make it look like she was just being a researcher and not a horny teenager, but she was afraid her voice had been a little to husky as she had asked. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xajow</strong> on <strong>21-06-2011, 08:34:55</strong>
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				He put down the licked clean plate and picked up the glass of milk. Before answering her question, he drank the entire glass.<br><br>“Mm. Never having been anything else, I don’t know if it’s different.<br><br>“Base instincts and impulses are strong. And it can be easy to simply act without considering the consequences. I knew some who used to do that. But that isn’t useful when living in a pack if one expects to ever have leadership. It’s also not useful when hiding one’s identity from the world.”<br><br>He began looking her over again. It was hard not to. <br><br>“As best I can tell, sense of smell is stronger for me than for humans. Which means I can smell you from here. I can smell your skin, and the soap you use, and sweat and, er, other bodily fluids. And certainly the scents can affect me. Smelling you arouses me. You smell good, like a woman should, and my body likes it. A lot. But I can also smell other things that aren’t really scents. I can smell the magic on your hands. Sometimes, if they are really strong, I can smell intentions, I think. But that may be in my head.”<br><br>He tried to focus on her hands and the book.<br><br>“I know, you’re wondering what that has to do with your questions. Scent is a major part of attraction for werewolves. It’s part of why sexual attraction sometimes seems very strong. I can turn my head or close my eyes, and I can stop watching how your chest moves when you breathe. But the scent continues if I turn my head. It’s always there. I’d have to literally leave your presence to make it stop.<br><br>“And probably our animal side makes us closer to our feral desires even when in this humanoid form.<br><br>“That was kind of a rambling answer. I hope that made sense. May I have some more food and milk?”<br><br>He looked to her face once more.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>21-06-2011, 08:43:46</strong>
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				"Sure, help yourself," she muttered as she collected her thoughts to write what she had learned.<br><br><strong>Scent: a major part of a werewolf's life. Attraction. Can most likely smell arousal and other various things.</strong><br><br>She gulped at that. So he had to know how she was affected by him. How the way he looked at her heated her body. Okay, she really needed to busy herself with other things. To get her mind off of the dangerous werewolf across from her. The dangerously sexy werewolf. She bit her lip. There she was going again. <br><br>"Okay, back to business. Let's see, werewolves usually tend to stay in packs. If I may, why are you lone?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xajow</strong> on <strong>21-06-2011, 08:58:32</strong>
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				He was a little disappointed that she didn’t get him more food herself, but he shrugged and got up to heap eggs and biscuits on his plate and cover all of it in gravy.<br><br>The scent of her seemed hardly diminished as he stood by the food. He had to stop focusing on her. That she was also aroused meant nothing. He could not take that for license.<br><br>He carried his plate to the table and sat down. He smirked a little at the obviousness with which she was trying to pretend she wasn’t aroused. But her question sobered his mood.<br><br>“I am alone, because there are no packs any more.”<br><br>And with that, he began to eat again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>21-06-2011, 09:09:51</strong>
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				She placed her pen down and looked at him. He hadn't shown any emotion at his last statement, but she was sure he was saddened by it. With his simple statement and lack of explination, she was sure he also didn't want to talk about it. Her heart broke for him. Without thought, her hand slid across the table and gripped his. <br><br>"I am sorry to hear that. If you still need a place to stay, or if you just don't want to be alone anymore, you can stay here for awhile. You can help me hunt. I still&nbsp; need to collect meat for the winter." Yes, make it about using him for hunting. She didn't need him knowing she was coming to like him a bit. He just wasn't safe for her. It would give him time to figure out what he needed to do. <br><br>"I have to start mixing some potions for the shop in town, so I can deliver them today. You go ahead and finish eating. If you'd like, finish it off. It never tastes the same later." Quickly, she put her own plate, barely touched on the counter.&nbsp; She just wasn't hungry. She grabbed her book and went into the living room to her little cabinet. Saying a few words, a small fire started up in the hearth and the water in the small cauldron atop it began to boil. She started gathering her herbs and began putting her little concoctions together. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xajow</strong> on <strong>21-06-2011, 09:36:28</strong>
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				He was slightly annoyed by her response. Not that he minded her touching him, but she seemed to suddenly pity him, and pity was a thing he could do without. She said he could help her hunt as if she were doing him a favor.<br><br>Luckily, she left the table to take care of her potions. While he was annoyed, he did not want to seem ungrateful. If she had not let him rest in her cabin, he might not have been able to heal, and would have lost a lot more blood. He shook his head slightly when she wasn’t looking and went back to eating.<br><br>Despite the way she had offered, he thought about staying. Not being alone would sure be nice. Being with someone who didn’t mind who he really was would be more than nice. Still, she was a witch. How far could he trust her? How long before she tried to use him for more than hunting?<br><br>Why was she alone? Someone had left her, but why? Had she done something bad? She didn’t seem bad, didn’t smell bad. But with witches, how could one be sure? Maybe she had a spell that hid something from his senses. He had heard the stories. Witches were deceivers and manipulators. But then so were most humans.<br><br>He wondered about these things as he finished eating the food on his plate. He pulled her plate closer and began to eat the food there. It was cold, but he didn’t care. He wanted the calories.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>21-06-2011, 09:47:05</strong>
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				As Aubrey mixed the ingrediants to her potion, she had also put together a protection spell. She wanted to sprinkle the mixture around her windows and door to her bedroom, after all she had just stupidly asked a werewolf to stay a little longer in her house. <br><br>What had she been thinking? She didn't know anything about the man. Her labido had seemed to get the best of her. Well, no more. She would let him stay for a couple days, a week at the most. It would be rude, to take back the invitation so suddenly, and she didn't want to anger him. He probably already thought she pitied him after her emotional speal. <br><br>The way she had acted angered her. She began to grind the herbs a little to roughly, and the flames shot up and around the cauldron in the hearth at her mood. Taking a dagger, she cut the palm of her hand, and added the blood to the pot. This way, she would for sure be protected in case he turned out to be more than he put on. <br><br>Quickly, she wrapped a bandage around her hand and took the still steaming pot to her bedroom. She poured the liquid around her windows and every so often glanced up to make sure he wasn't around to see her pour it in her doorway. The liquid quickly evaporate as it hit the ground, but it made a solid line and field where it landed. <br><br>She knew he would be able to smell the magic, but she didn't care. Maybe it would scare him off and he would leave sooner without her having to tell him herself to leave.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xajow</strong> on <strong>21-06-2011, 17:38:02</strong>
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				As he had finished eating, he smelled the metallic scent of blood. He wondered what sort of potion she was making that required blood. Leaving his plate on the table, he stood and walked toward her bedroom door. He wanted to talk about her offer.<br><br>As he drew close to the door, however, he smelled a stronger magic than had been there before. And he felt something push back against him. She had done something to keep him out of her bedroom. Which meant she did not trust him. Or she was doing something she did not want him to see.<br><br>At first, he felt anger. But he took a deep breath and let that go. He was a werewolf after all. And she had just asked him about sexual things. It was not unreasonable for her to take precautions to defend herself. Most of the stories he had heard about werewolves were worse than the ones about witches. Much of those stories had more to do with fantasies dreamed up for movies or books or myths than with actual werewolves, but how would anyone know? He sighed. How would she know? She wouldn’t. And now she was worried about what he might do to her. Probably worried he would lose control.<br><br>He stood there by her door for a moment, thinking.<br><br>“Hey in there,” he said in a loud voice. “Thank you for the food and the night’s rest. You’ve done more for me than you know. I am grateful, and I appreciate you trying to be polite, but I can see you’re worried about having me here. It’s okay. I’ll go. My intent was never to cause harm. I’m... I’m sorry if I did. Thank you. I’m sorry I didn’t get to, er, know you better. But I understand. I’ll go now. You won’t have to worry. Um, good-bye.”<br><br>He turned away from her door and walked over to the couch. He pulled off the pants she had given him and put them on the couch. He stepped over to the front door and opened it. He sighed. He could not stay anywhere close. He did not want her thinking he was lurking about. And there was that angry bear out there. He’d have to run until he found some other place.<br><br>He sighed. He had hoped he could remain in his humanoid form a while longer.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>21-06-2011, 17:57:24</strong>
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				Her anger drained from her as she heard him appologize through her door. She had so many mixed emotions about him that it was war inside her. She could here him open the door to leave so she put down the pot and threw open her bedroom door.<br><br>"Wait!" She yelled and stopped when she noticed him once again naked in her doorway. She walked towards him slowly. "Look, you are right. I'm sorry. You didn't do anything to harm me or even make me think you would. It's just I've heard so many horror stories about your kind and the things you make me feel... I would like for you to stay a little longer. I don't like being alone out here."<br><br>She hoped he could sense her sincerity. It was true. She did hate being alone. If her ex hadn't left her, she would be a happy woman, but being that she was a witch, she was just meant to be alone. Evan a werewolf didn't want to stay with her.<br><br>"If you still want to leave I understand. I was out of line and rude." With that said she turned and walked to her bedroom. Once inside she unwrapped her hand and got it bleeding again. Dripping blood on the windowsills and the doorway, she uttered the words that broke the spell. He didn't seem to be feral or dangerous and if he chose to stay, she would just have to trust him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xajow</strong> on <strong>21-06-2011, 18:53:06</strong>
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				He had closed his eyes and was readying himself for the transformation when she yelled out. He was unprepared to see her walk towards him. His arousal renewed itself, and he grunted faintly.<br><br>She had her say, and before he could respond, she turned away and walked back to her bedroom. He closed his eyes. He wondered if she fully understood her effect on him.<br><br>He wondered if she had at all been aware of the fact that he had very nearly grabbed her and pinned her to the floor. It was just as well she had walked away when she did. His cock ached now. It wanted attention. He was going to have to do something.<br><br>When he heard her bedroom door close, he gasped after unknowingly holding his breath. He opened his eyes. She was inside her bedroom. Good.<br><br>He stepped out the front door and over to the woods. He leaned against a tree and let himself think about the woman. He though about how she had looked first thing that morning. How would it be, he wondered to hold her chest in his hands. What would she do if he ripped her panties off? He reached down to begin stroking his cock. Would she be surprised? Would her mouth make an ‘O’? That thought made it impossible for him to not imagine her mouth on his cock.<br><br>What would those loft lips be like, wrapped around his cock? He stroked slowly. He imagined that little mouth of hers, moving back and forth on his cock. He grunted loudly. <br><br>The woman could probably hear him in her cabin. Let her. He had nothing to hide. He had made clear he wanted her. He turned toward the cabin. Still stroking his cock, he wondered if she would come out of the cabin. Would she walk to him or watch from the doorway? He imagined she might walk to him. And oh that walk, the way her body moved.<br><br>He grunted louder. He was growling constantly. He imagined her walking to him, and when she was close enough, he would grab her and impale her on his cock. He barked out a grunt. She would start to move on his cock, her sex hot and wet. He closed his eyes once more. He stroked faster. He could even imagine smelling her there, smelling her incredible, sexy scent. Would she whimper or coo or make any noise at all? He imagined her whimpering and groaning.<br><br>He felt the pressure growing in his loins. Imagining her on his cock and whimpering was making the pressure increase. He held his eyes tightly shut and stroked faster. He imagined the scent of her filling his nostrils and surrounding him, nearly shutting out the scents of the forest. He imagined pulling her body close, forcing her to take in all of his cock and feeling her chest pressed against his.<br><br>“Yes,” he growled. “By the gods, yes.” He grunted loudly. There was no way she could not hear him. He did not care. Let her hear. Let her come look and see.<br><br>He growled loudly as he felt the first release of semen. It shot out towards the cabin. He grunted once more as he let himself cum. He kept his eyes closed, as he imagined that he was cumming inside her. Thick semen erupted over and over.<br><br>He shuddered when it was done. “Gods of thunder and lightning,” he said softly as he opened his eyes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>22-06-2011, 01:23:45</strong>
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				After breaking the spell, she heard a strange noise. Leaving her bedroom, she noticed the front door was still open and Blake was nowhere to be seen. So, she went to the front door and peeked outside. What she did see was not what she expected. Standing across the way, he stood against a tree, his hand stroking up and down his massive erection. Immediately wetness pooled between her legs. <br><br>His muscles buldged and stiffened as his strokes got faster, and she wanted nothing more then to walk up to him, to put her own hands on his shaft. To feel him against her and to have him slip that beautiful cock deep inside her. <br><br>Before she knew what she was doing, she was walking towards him, her heart beating a a million miles a minute. She watched as he came, the the white fluid shooting from him. It was intensely erotic and she wanted to see him do that while on top of her. She knew what she was doing was dangerous, that she wasn't ever so wanton, but she wanted him. She needed him. She was burning up inside. <br><br>She stopped a scant few inches from him as he opened his green eyes and met her hazel ones. He had cried out as he had cum, and she had preactically came herself from the beauty of it. <br><br>She looked up at him, her need in her eyes. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xajow</strong> on <strong>22-06-2011, 04:58:27</strong>
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				He was startled to see her so close. He growled. The scent he had thought he had imagined had been her. He should have heard her walk out to him. He had smelled arousal on her before, but now he smelled lust. She would come to him ready for sex after he had just cum.<br><br>“You weren’t supposed to see that.”<br><br>The scent of her body, her arousal, it was strong. It was like an aphrodisiac, stirring up his own lust despite what he had just done. His cock relaxed to a semi-hard state. His gaze traveled over her, seeing the way she breathed, watching her breasts, down her abdomen to her legs and back up to her chest again.<br><br>As if in a single swift motion he ripped her shirt from the collar down, ripped it from her and did the same to her bra. And in the next instant his arms were under her ass and lifting her up. He held her body up and brought her breasts to his mouth. He began to lick her skin, tasting her for the first time. He moaned faintly as he tongue explored her breasts, tasting every inch, tracing every curve. His tongue was long, and wet and warm. He made her breasts glisten with his saliva.<br><br>Eventually he brought his tongue to her right nipple and licked it slowly. He repeated the action with her left nipple. Then he kissed her nipples.<br><br>“You taste good,” he said softly. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>22-06-2011, 06:31:19</strong>
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				Aubrey cried out in surprise as he rippped her shirt from her and picked her up as if she weighed nothing. She wasn't sure what she had expected when she had went to him, but this hadn't been it. Maybe an appology, or something about her being a pervert but hell he had been jacking off out in the open. Who wouldn't see that?<br><br>She moaned at the feeling of his rough tongue on her nipples. Tremors wracked her body at the touch, as she pushed her breasts closer to him.<br><br>"Oh, Great Goddess, that feels so good. Please don't stop." It was nothing like she had ever experienced before. Being outside in the open made it even more intense. Her ex had never done anything even close to what he had just done but she found herself wanting more from him.<br><br>She wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned forward crushing her lips to his, needing to taste him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xajow</strong> on <strong>22-06-2011, 19:22:27</strong>
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				He hungrily took her kiss. He parted his lips and pushed his tongue to her mouth, moaning lustily. She was intoxicating. It was hard to think at all with her arousal filling his head. He had not meant for this to occur. But she had come to him. She had smelled so obviously of lust. And now she was not resisting. She was urging him on.<br><br>He pulled back from the kiss only to begin kissing and roughly nibbling at her neck. His mouth began just below her jaw and slowly moved down the line of her neck to her shoulder. He bit her shoulder for a moment and growled as he let it go. Not, yet, he thought, He could not mark her yet.<br><br>His mouth traveled down her skin from her shoulder to her breast. He nibbled a little more roughly on her breast, slowly spiralling around the luscious flesh toward her nipple. He took his time, savoring the taste of her skin and scent of her flesh.<br><br>His arms were still under her ass, holding her up. He moved one arm up along her spine. His fingers spread wide as his hand pressed to her upper back, holding her chest to his face.<br><br>He could feel the stiffening of his cock. It was slowly returning to a fully erect state. As much as her lust seemed to cloud his mind, his own lust made next to impossible thinking about anything except her body and using it for sexual pleasure.<br><br>When his mouth came to her nipple, he pressed his lips to it, kissing it hard. Then his lips parted, sliding open over her sensitive skin. He licked at her nipple with the tip of his tongue before sucking the skin into his mouth. He sucked hard while his tongue stroked her nipple.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>23-06-2011, 02:22:49</strong>
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				She could feel his shaft harden and lengthen as it stood to slide up her behind. Her legs wrapped tigher around his waiste and aside form that delicious mouth on her breasts, all she could think was how easy it would be for him to slip her skirt up and slip inside her warm wetness. <br><br>"Blake," she cooed as he ate at her breasts, as her hands buried in his red hair pulling him closer to her. "Your mouth feels so good." She ground her center against him, the hard muscles of his stomach rubbing agaist her pantied crotch. <br><br>She felt so good in his arms, those strong, strong arms. Something was waking up inside, something she had never felt before, and then her power started to flow, the pleasure he created pushing it through her body. Her head flew back and she screamed as the orgasm hit her. The combination of his minstrations and the power flowing through her veins had hit the right spot sending her over the edge in his arms. <br><br>She rocked against him as she rode it out, panting heavily. When the tremors ceased, she sagged in his arms. What would it be like when he penetrated her? <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xajow</strong> on <strong>23-06-2011, 03:28:10</strong>
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				He felt her body writhing. He felt her body shake and tense up. He heard her scream and felt her body writhe and buck in his arms. Eventually she seemed to collapse. But he was not done. She had stoked his lust, and it needed to burn.<br><br>He lifted his head from her breast and leaned over. He lowered her to the ground. Swiftly his hands slid along her body to her hips, where he grabbed her skirt and ripped it open. The panties were quickly and roughly ripped and pulled away from her. And then he was over her, pinning her forearms to the ground.<br><br>He said nothing. Speaking required thoughts that were too difficult to form. He produced a slow and rumbling growl. Already clear precum dripped from his cock onto her flesh. He stared at her, his feral lust clear on his face.<br><br>There was no moment of gentleness. There was no moment of asking permission. He was filled with the scent of her and his own desires too long denied. There was only the moment of his body pushing his cock into her sex.<br><br>He growled loudly as he pushed down swiftly. His hips shoved his hard erection inside her, demanding her flesh yield. He buried his cock inside her and shuddered. He roared at the sensation of her tight sex squeezing his hard cock. His body started to buck to her, pushing his erection into her over and over with long, hard thrusts.<br><br>He stared down at her, unable to hide his lust. He lowered his head and claimed her mouth as his own by kissing her hard and shoving his tongue to her mouth.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>23-06-2011, 04:01:16</strong>
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				Looking up into his face, as he ripped the remaining clothes from her, she saw more animal than man and she found that to&nbsp; be the hottest thing she had ever seen in her life. It turned her on like nothing ever had, and when his cock slid home, her body exploded. She came around his pounding cock, her pussy muscles clenching hard. <br><br>She met him thrust for thrust, his growls rumbling in her ear. Already, the pressure was building again and that familiar tightening in her stomach was winding tighter and tighter as she came so close to orgasm again. <br><br>His lips crushed against hers and she shoved her tongue in his mouth, biting his lower lip. Her nails scratched down his back as he took her, basic primal instincts rising in her as she wanted him to take her. To claim her as his own. <br><br>"Yes. Yes!" she cried as she arched into him, taking him deeper still, his huge cock diving so deep, she could practically feel him in her throat. She heard her own growl escape her throat but she didn't care. All she could concentrate on was the feel of his shaft, steal wrapped in velvet, slamming into her over and over again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xajow</strong> on <strong>23-06-2011, 05:21:50</strong>
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				He thrust down hard, pounded down to her body. It was a primal lust. There was pleasure, and there was the need for release. The build up of semen after his first orgasm was slow but steady. The pressure was tight in his loins and getting stronger. His body demanded release.<br><br>He had no sense of time, no sense of place. How long he bucked down to the woman below him, he did not know. That he was out in the woods where the possibility of being seen by someone else did not matter. The pleasure was all that mattered.<br><br>His head rolled back and his hips jerked down. He roared as he lost all semblance of control. His semen erupted from his cock. He trembled with the intensity of the orgasm. Again and again, he felt the spasm of muscle that sent thick, hot cum down the shaft of his erection and into the woman. His trembling became a constant shudder. His torso arched and his body held his cock fully buried inside her.<br><br>At last the intensity seemed to abate, and he regained some control. As the orgasm began to fade, he pulled out of her and crawled forward, semen still dripping from his cock. Thick, hot, white fluid left a trail from her crotch up her torso to her neck and finally to her mouth.<br><br>He was breathing hard and covered in sweat. The fog of lust in his mind had only partially lifted. He still said nothing. He merely remained there, on his hands and knees, with his cock over her mouth.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>23-06-2011, 06:07:17</strong>
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				Without thought, she picked her head up and slid her mouth around his shaft. She moaned at combined taste of her juices and his cum, as it slipped down her throat. She sucked hard swollening every drop he hadn't shot into her body. <br><br>The magic was still flowing through her veins, she could feel it traveling through her. Never in her life had she felt so much power, even when she had come into her own, the feeling had never been so strong. It must have had to do with being with the werewolf, his own natural magic combining with her own. <br><br>Sure she got every last drop, she laid her head on the earth below her and licked her lips. Smiling she looked up at him. <br><br>"Wow," was the only thing she could say before the magic left her body and she lost consciousness.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xajow</strong> on <strong>23-06-2011, 06:35:24</strong>
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				He moaned faintly as he felt her mouth begin to consume the fluids from his cock. The intoxication of lust was clearing, and he could smell something different about her, but it was fading. He looked back at her, past his chest to her licking her lips. She smiled at him and said a single word. Then she seemed to go limp.<br><br>He backed up and sniffed her face. She was unconscious. He moved to squat beside her. He pushed his arms under her body and lifted her up. He stood and carried her inside. He gave no thought to her clothes.<br><br>His sweaty arms held her as he carried her through the front door. He was cautious as he approached her bedroom. But whatever had been repelling him earlier seemed to be gone. Even so, the scent of magic was strong. He wrinkled his nose a little as he carried her into her bedroom. The magic was almost too strong here. He wondered what she had been dong.<br><br>He put her down gently on her bed. The trail of semen was still on her body as he looked down at her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>23-06-2011, 07:01:36</strong>
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				Aubrey was running, the trees reaching out and grabbing at her clothes. She would peek over her shoulder and could hear the beast chasing after her, his growls and snarls sounding close. To close. A fallen log came up in front of her and she jumped over it, only to have it snag on her skirt. Her knees hit the ground and she felt a rock dig into her knee, blood pooling in the wound. <br><br>The beast was nearly on her, she could practically feel it's breath on her neck. She scrambled to her feet and limped forward, the blood now dripping down her leg. She would never lose the creature now with a bloody knee. <br><br>In front of her a wolf came into view. She knew that wolf, his russet fur bright in the moonlight. She propelled her forward and the wolf turned into a man. She fell into his arms as the beast was crashing through the trees behind her. Close. So very close. <br><br>Aubrey's torso flew off the bed, her breathing coming out in gasps. Magic prickled over her skin and it lashed out, busting the light bulb in the lamp on the nightstand. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xajow</strong> on <strong>23-06-2011, 09:03:21</strong>
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				He watched the woman sleep. She moved and whimpered as if something was troubling her sleep. Then she seemed to fall from the bed, and suddenly there was burst of magic and the room darkened with the sound of breaking glass.<br><br>He jumped back, slightly startled. Then he moved forward, toward her body. He picked her up and put her on the bed again. But his time he sat down and pulled her to his lap. He let her head rest on his thigh. He combed fingers through her still sweat soaked hair.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>23-06-2011, 16:42:05</strong>
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				Aubrey woke slowly, feeling the sensation of someone playing with her hair. It felt good and she cuddled closer to the firm body that was holding her. Her hand slid up the sculpted chest and stopped over the beating heart. Opening her eyes, she looked up and met pale green ones. <br><br>Her wolf was there, just like in her nightmare, holding her close. <br><br>Throughout her life, she had always had that dream and it had always ended with her falling and the beast coming down upon her. She had never been saved before. Her ex had thought it strange, and had told her to keep the creepy dream to herself. Now she understood why he had left. He wasn't supposed to be here, this man was. This beautiful man who could turn into a wolf with magic of his own.<br><br>Her hand slid up to his neck, and she pulled him down to her, her lips meeting his in a gentle kiss.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xajow</strong> on <strong>23-06-2011, 18:50:26</strong>
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				He smiled down to the sexy woman as she woke from her troubling dream. She moved closer to him and slid her hand up his chest. His strong heart beat under her hand. When she looked up to him, he was watching her face. She slid her hand up to his neck, and he let her pull him down into a kiss. He touched his lips to hers. He let his mouth linger there, enjoying the feel of her lips on his.<br><br>“You okay?” he asked after he had lifted his head up just a little. He continued to stare into her hazel eyes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>24-06-2011, 01:24:50</strong>
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				She smiled up at her wolf, for once honestly feeling like everything was going to be okay. "I-Yes. You saved me. The beast couldn't get me because you saved me." She cupped his cheek, her eyes never leaving his. Then she realized that both of them were still blissfully naked. Her mouth opened on a soft gasp and her body flushed. She could feel the power and magic running through her again, it sizzling in places where their skin touched. <br><br>Blushing, she tried to get out of his lap, but found she didn't have the physical strength for it. "I should get up and get dressed. There is still stuff to do," she said, even though she felt her time would be better used exploring his body.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xajow</strong> on <strong>24-06-2011, 04:02:35</strong>
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				“Shh,” he said to her. “Who ever you make potions for will wait. We have much to discuss.”<br><br>Like what she meant by saying he saved her from a beast. She perhaps made reference to her dream, but he was not certain.<br><br>“But right now,” he said softly, “I think you need something else.” And before she could protest, he said, “Shhh.”<br><br>He grabbed her shoulders gently and pulled her up. He spread his legs and pulled her sit between them with her back to him. He rubbed her sides a few times before cupping her breasts in his hands. He began to explore her breasts by touch. His fingers slid over her breasts, learning the the shape of them and the softness of her skin. His fingers caressed her flesh as they stroked and teased her skin. Eventually his hands came to her nipples, and he began to stroke her nipples slowly.<br><br>“You helped me,” he spoke softly to her ear. “Now I am helping you.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>24-06-2011, 04:53:07</strong>
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				Aubrey laid her head back against his shoulder, letting him touch her. She was so tired from the immense power that had flown from her small body. She wasn't sure why or how that had happened, but she did know she had never experienced it before in her life. And the way his hands felt on her body was also a new sensation. <br><br>She had had sex before but it had never been as intense as what she had shared with her wolf. Hmmm, her wolf. She liked the sound of that. <br><br>"Mmmmm, my dear, sweet wolf," she whispered, her face nuzzling his neck as his hands traced her nipples. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xajow</strong> on <strong>24-06-2011, 05:24:26</strong>
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				He smiled a little at her calling him a sweet wolf.<br><br>His fingertips caressed her nipples, tracing the shape of her sensitive flesh. He leaned his head down an began to kiss her neck. His lips lightly touched her skin. He inhaled the scent of her flesh and hair.<br><br>“Mmm. You smell good,” he whispered against her skin between kisses. “You are beautiful. You are sexy. I like the way you smell. I like the way you taste. I like the way you feel in my hands.”<br><br>He grasped her breasts once more and squeezed them gently. Then one hand slid down her abdomen to her thigh. He slid his hand along her inner thigh to her crotch. He began to slowly stroke her warm sex.<br><br>“Forget everything else,” he whispered to her ear. “Just be a woman in my hands.” He kissed her ear and then returned to kissing her neck.<br><br>One hand remained at her chest and teasingly stroked around one nipple and then the other. His other hand stroked her vaginal lips slowly up and down.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>24-06-2011, 06:04:41</strong>
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				Aubrey widened her legs as he stroked her, allowing him better access to her wet folds. She felt so good in his arms. Safe even, as his strong arms held her against his hard body. She did as she was told, letting everything else in her go except the feeling of his hands on her soft skin.<br><br>Her hand reached up and she put an arm around his neck as he kissed her throat. She cuddled closer, arching into him, while his hands played her. She moaned softly, and turned her head to lick and nibble on his ear. His minstrations felt so good on her body and she never wanted it to end.<br><br>She did as she was told and let herself be a woman for once, enjoying the feeling of his hands on her flesh. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xajow</strong> on <strong>24-06-2011, 06:35:19</strong>
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				He explored the warm flesh of her vaginal lips. His fingertips probed the outside of her sex and slid over the wet skin with deliberate slowness. His fingers pressed gently to her, creating light pressure against her skin as the fingertips moved.<br><br>His other hand moved from breast to breast, caressing and squeezing and stroking. His rough hand slid over the soft skin of her breasts, tracing the curve of her flesh. He teased her nipples by stroking them with the lightest touch or bringing his fingers close without touching her nipples at all.<br><br>He breathed against her neck as he kissed it. He mouth planted soft kisses along the line of her neck, from her shoulder to her jaw and back again.<br><br>The scent of her flesh was still arousing. His cock, which had lain gently against her back was now starting to press to her skin. The flesh was growing stiff once more. Her warmth felt good against the underside of his cock. He moaned faintly to her neck.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>24-06-2011, 07:06:29</strong>
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				Aubrey gasped at the feeling of his shaft stiffening against her back. How she would love to have him inside her again, his hard cock sliding in and out, filling her up. Her breath hitched in her throat as his fingers spread her. <br><br>"Yes, please. I need you," she whispered against his cheek, her tongue slipping out to slide against his neck. She slid back, grinding her behind against his erection. His own magic prickled against her skin, mixing with her own as their arousal rose.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xajow</strong> on <strong>24-06-2011, 07:23:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Great gods, he thought, this woman’s effect is strong. He could smell her arousal and smell the lust growing in her. He began to feel intoxicated once more. She moved back, rubbing herself against his hard erection, and a soft growl escaped his throat.<br><br>“Mm, yes, I know,” he said. He began to nibble lightly on her neck.<br><br>Fingers pressed against her sex, slowly increasing pressure until two fingers slipped inside her. As he began to slide those fingers back and forth, he brought his other hand down over her abdomen to her sex. The fingers of that hand wet themselves in the dampness on her vaginal lips, and then began to probe very gently for her clit.<br><br>His cock was fully hard now and pressed against her back. Something about the magic of the woman seemed to magnify his body’s natural desire. It almost felt as though her magic was just under her skin and rippling against the underside of his cock. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>24-06-2011, 07:48:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She cried out as both his hands pleasured her. She could feel the power growing between them, her skin covered in goosebumps. <br><br>Her hips rose to meet his fingers, unable to control them. She was so close, those beautiful hands of his bringing her to the brink. She clutched at him, her arms over her head, and wrapped around his neck. "Please," she begged, as her hips thrust forward. She needed this, needed him. Oh, how she needed him. "Fuck me, please, Blake," she begged.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xajow</strong> on <strong>24-06-2011, 07:54:48</strong>
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				“Mmm... Since you begged so prettily...” he said softly.<br><br>His hands left her crotch and moved to her waist. He picked up her waist and pushed her gently forward until, with her knees on the bed, her thighs held up her hips. At the same time, he moved to kneel behind her. He brought his hard erection to the junction of her thighs and began to slowly press into her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>24-06-2011, 08:13:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She felt so feral as he bent her forward, her hands and knees on the bed. As he slid into her, she moaned loudly, her bottom grinding back against him. She pushed forcefully, making him either fall back or slam against her, the choice was his. <br><br>Pushing her hair to the side, she left her neck exposed, as she peeked back at him. Her eyes were wide in her face, but full of lust and heat. She arched her back, stretching, as she rubbed herself against him. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xajow</strong> on <strong>24-06-2011, 08:35:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He grinned as she pushed herself backwards and took in the full length of his cock swiftly. His hands gripped her waist and squeezed her flesh tight as he began to rock his hips to her. He moaned softly in the pleasure of her lustful eagerness and her tight sex enveloping his cock repeatedly.<br><br>The scent of her flesh was almost overpowering in the room. And the scent of her lust seemed just as strong. He felt as though the scents drew him along, pulling him to share her sexual desire.<br><br>He felt her slick, tight, hot flesh take in his hard erection over and over. He was not sure if he could cum a third time so soon, but if it were possible, he knew she would make it happen.<br><br>“Your body is beautiful. It was made for this.” He spoke softly but with authority. He inhaled deeply as he continued to rock his hips to her. “Your flesh...” He moaned. “Mmm... Yes... gods... your flesh...”<br><br>His hips began to push harder to her, thrusting to her sex with more force.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>24-06-2011, 08:54:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She met him thrust for thrust, her body fitting agianst his perfectly. Her tight pussy muscles clenched agaisnt his cock and she moaned loudly at the feeling of him filling her. He felt so right, his flesh slamming against her own. <br><br>She arched to take him deeper, needing to feel all of him. The force he used to slam into her was perfect, and she slammed back just as hard. She growled low in her throat, the sound unlike her, but so right in current situation. <br><br>Coming up on her knees, she put her back to her chest, and slammed down on his dick, her pussy clenching tightly. Her hands found their way into his hair again, as her breasts bounced with the force she used to slam against him. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xajow</strong> on <strong>24-06-2011, 09:38:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He felt wave after wave of pleasure as the woman bucked back to him with feral lust. She seemed lost to her own base desires, which also pleased him. He watched her arch back and lift her torso up. As her hands reached back to his hair, he slipped his hands along her skin up to her breasts.<br><br>He gripped her breasts tightly. His hands kneaded her chest while her hair brushed against his face. The scent of her hair and the sound her moans and growls excited him. As she bounced up and down on his cock, he roughly massaged her breasts. His palms brushed against her nipples.<br><br>Her lust and the sensations of her body against his seemed to call to a desire deep within him. He growled loudly. Her magic seemed to be crackling under her skin. He could feel it. Only as she continued to ram herself to his cock, he began to feel it spread from her flesh. It was around him, and it began to hurt. He roared at the sensation.<br><br>Suddenly she seemed even tighter than before. Her pussy seemed like a vise squeezing his cock from all sides. His hands squeezed her breasts in a near crushing grip as a response.<br><br>“Oh gods! Uhn!” The woman and her power were affecting him in a way he had never known before. And the change was inflaming his lust. He leaned his head forward and bit her shoulder. He bit hard, with his teeth nearly breaking the skin.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>24-06-2011, 09:45:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Aubrey felt the magic shoot through her like lightening when she felt his teeth sink into the flesh of her neck. The orgasm ripped through her and she could swear she saw arcs of electricity shooting from her body. His growl rumbled against her throat as she spasmed against him, her pussy clenching tightly as she came around the stiff flesh. She rode it out, slamming up and down on him. She needed him to cume with her, to feel him releasing his seed inside her.<br><br>"Now, wolf, cum with me," she pleaded as another orgasm tore through her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xajow</strong> on <strong>24-06-2011, 10:13:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				When she spasmed his teeth broke her skin, and he tasted her blood. He was not ready when she asked him to cum. But the taste of blood had started the sensation of pressure in loins again.<br><br>His hands suddenly pushed her torso down toward the bed once more, and he began to ram his cock to her. He was lost to his feral lust now. There was no thought of gentleness or control. He growled like a beast as he planted hands on her back as an animal might plant his feet on the back of a mate.<br><br>He felt the new tightness of her pussy as both pleasure and pain. He only shoved all the hard to her body. His hips slapped against her ass. Sounds that might have been words came out of his mouth only as growls. The pressure was building to intensely painful levels. His lust was almost angry. It was demanding her body provide the release he needed.<br><br>His hands curled on her back. He held her down and in place as he fucked with a mad feral desire. The intense tightness of her sex seemed to drive his need to cum and to keep his climax at bay at the same time.<br><br>He roared once more as he finally felt the release. Semen shot forth into the tight pussy. His cock was buried deep inside her, his hips grinding to her body as he felt cum erupt over and over. His eyes rolled up as the world seemed to turn white. His breath seemed to stop as thick seed pumped into the woman’s sex.<br><br>As the climax at last seem to begin to fade, his hands pushed the woman’s body from him, freeing his cock. The remaining spurts of semen splashed on her back and thighs. He gasped for air and sunk back to sit on his heels. His mind was still a fog as he looked down and saw her body there.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>24-06-2011, 18:39:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Aubrey fell to her stomach as he roughly pushed her from him and she could feel the hot spray of cum on her lower back. She was breathing heavily, and from how her head was turned, she could see the blood leaking from her shoulder. He had bit her, ravaged her, and she had loved it. <br><br>She hummed in satisfaction as her power came back to her, slipping back inside and going back to it's little place that held it. Goosebumps broke out over her flesh at the tingling sensation. Licking her lips, she tasted blood, which was pouring rather profusely form her shoulder. She forced her arms under her and picked her torso up, then got her legs beneath her and stretched. Every muscle was sore, but she wouldn't change any of what had happened.<br><br>She turned and sat, running her hand up her left arm, smearing the blood that had been dripping down it. Looking up at Blake, she noticed he was still kind of in a daze. Has she hurt him? Had her magic hurt him?<br><br>She quickly rose to her knees and grasped his face in her hands. "Are you okay? Did I hurt you?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xajow</strong> on <strong>24-06-2011, 19:01:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The woman pushed herself up and turned to him. The scent of blood lingered. She began saying strange things. “<em>Aroo Oak Ay? Di dyer too?</em>” He looked puzzled. Then something about her eyes looked into his seemed to help the fog start to fade, and he realized what she had actually said.<br><br>“Yes... yes... It hurt, and a lot. But it also didn’t. I can’t make sense of it.” And then he realized the blood he smelled was hers. He looked at her shoulder. “Oh,” he said, slightly surprised, “I marked you.” He smirked for a moment and then stopped. “That must have hurt.”<br><br>The more he&nbsp; smelled the blood, the more enticing it became. He leaned to her arm and licked up blood and sweat. He tasted salt and metal and magic. He licked the blood from her arm and brought his mouth to the bite. He sucked it gently into his mouth and licked it slowly. “Mmm,” he moaned to her flesh. He lifted his head and looked at the bite. The bleeding had stopped, but mark of his teeth remained.<br><br>“Gods in their heavens, you taste good.” He looked into her eyes. “I should have asked if you’re okay. I know I got a little bit rough.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>24-06-2011, 19:08:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Aubrey couldn't stop the moan from escaping as his tongue slid against her skin. She hissed as he swirled his tongue over the wound and began sucking on it. But she found her hands rubbing up and down on his legs as she tilted her head to the side to allow more room. <br><br>She barely caught what he had said, but it finally registered. "What does it mean to be marked by you?" The thought made her heart jump in her chest. She liked the idea of being owned by him, of having his mark there for all to see. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xajow</strong> on <strong>24-06-2011, 19:40:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Exhaustion was starting to register in his limbs. Whatever had transpired during the recent bout of sex had used up a lot of his energy. His muscles ached all over. Arms, torso, and legs, all felt sore and tired.<br><br>“It means I have claimed you as my mate, and others are not to touch you.” He smiled to her. “I hope you don’t mind. It’s kinda too late now if you do.”<br><br>He leaned back to the bed and straightened his legs. He lay still, with his chest still rising and falling swiftly after the exertion of sex. His legs were spread wide, and he spread his arms too. He closed his eyes and let the sensation of sweat evaporating and cooling his flesh calm him and bring his breathing back to normal.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>25-06-2011, 04:25:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She watched as he lay sprawled on her bed as if he belonged. She sat and put her knees against her chest, her arms hugging them. Mate? He had claimed her as his mate? Did he realize what he had done? He had connected himself to her, and no one wanted to be connected to a witch. Everyone left her. She knew it had been basic instict, she had felt it inside herself but she didn't think he realized what he had done to himself.<br><br>"I'm sorry about what has happened. It won't be too long before you leave me, too. I understand that witches are frowned upon and noone wants their life to be connected to mine. That's why they always leave." She had tears in her voice, because this man, she really wanted to stay. He had saved her, but in doing so, he had cursed himself.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xajow</strong> on <strong>25-06-2011, 14:04:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He looked at her. He was obviously perplexed. He tilted his head slightly and narrowed his eyes.<br><br>“What in the name of the Seven Abodes are you talking about? Witches are frowned upon? Werewolves are not exactly invited over for tea with the mayor’s daughter. One, where would I go? Two, after all we’ve just done, why would you assume I’m going to reject you for being a witch? Three, what has happened to injure you this way?<br><br>“No, don’t answer any of that now.” His body was exhausted. He needed rest and food. But he sat up and leaned against the headboard. He reached out to her and pulled her to lay across his lap again, with her head on his thigh.<br><br>“Rest,” he said simply and softly. “I’m not going anywhere. Rest. Sleep if you can. I’ll be here when you wake up.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>25-06-2011, 18:02:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She sighed softly as he pulled her to him. He was right. He was as unique as she was with a power all his own. Just because humans couldn't handle her didn't mean he couldn't. <br><br>She curled her body against his leg, a hand lighty rubbing his inner thigh. She closed her eyes and let herself drift. The smell of sex and him surrounded her and she found she liked that very much.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xajow</strong> on <strong>25-06-2011, 19:22:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He petted her hair as she relaxed. He let himself relax as he leaned his weight against the headboard. He looked down at her body and wondered what had happened to her that would make her assume he would run out on her. By far the greater danger was that she would chose to force him to leave. He was, after all, a werewolf.<br><br>He sighed and closed his eyes. He was doing his muscles no favors by falling to sleep in this position. But he was so tired, and the woman needed some comfort. He combed fingers slowly through her hair a few times. Finally, he simply buried his fingers there in the soft if wet strands. His breathing slowed as he drifted into sleep.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>25-06-2011, 19:37:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Aubrey woke her head still in Blake's lap. She heard his soft snoring behind her. Sitting up, she stretched her arms over her head. Looking behind her, she smiled. He had fallen asleep sitting against the headboard, playing with her hair. Now that couldn't be comfortable. She felt the power rise in her and without having to touch him, his body slid down the bed gently, his head landing on her pillow. <br><br>Her eyes widened. Her powers had never been that controlled before, and she had had only to think about what she had wanted and it happened. No chanting, no spells. She looked at her wolf. It had to be because of his magic. That was the only answer. She leaned forward and place a light kiss on his lips before slipping out of bed and going to the kitchen to cook for her man.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xajow</strong> on <strong>25-06-2011, 20:27:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He fell into a deeper sleep than usual. And he dreamed.<br><br>He dreamed of being in wolf form and running through the forest. He ran to the witch’s cabin. He could see the door was open and he ran through it. But he came to a fast stop because he was not in the cabin. He was in a labyrinth. He turned back to the door, but it was gone, replaced by only more of the labyrinth. The walls and floor and ceiling were stone. He turned and began to walk down the corridor and look the first left.<br><br>The dream of the labyrinth was a dream that had come to him many times.&nbsp; And as before, in the dream he turned this way and that way, hunting for the center of the labyrinth. What was at the center, he did not know. But he suspected there was something of value there. There was no scent to guide him. No sky, no soft earth, nothing to mark his way. Endlessly he searched the maze. He began to realize he was lost. If there was any way out, he could not find it. He could not find the center. He would die, lost in the labyrinth, unable to eat or drink anything, for there was no food or water, and unable to find his way.<br><br>When he awoke, he wondered for a moment where he was. And then he realized the smell filling his nose was that of the witch. She had moved him to lay on the bed, and put her pillow under his head. It smelled strongly of her hair. He inhaled deeply.<br><br>He was on her bed. The whole thing smelled of her. And their sex. His cock stirred at the thought of it. Something had happened. Her magic had done something, and he was not sure what that something was.<br><br>Food. He was hungry, and he smelled food. He started to move. He moaned as he felt the light soreness in his muscles. It would pass soon enough. His stomach felt empty. He moved to the edge of the bed and put his feet on the floor.<br><br>He realized he was naked. His own clothes were not here. And the other male clothes the witch had would were not something he could wear. His cock, since waking up had been semi-hard. It would get hard again when he saw her. But he could not care about that. She had seen him naked, and he had marked her.<br><br>He had not intentionally marked her. Or at least, he had not planned to. But he had wanted her so strongly in that moment. Thinking about it, about her, her body yielding to him, seemed to make his cock start to stiffen. He shook his head and tried to clear his thoughts.<br><br>He stood and walked out of the bedroom, following the scent to the food.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>25-06-2011, 20:59:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The venison steaks smelled amazing frying in the pan. She had been delvering her little potions when she had seen the hunter take in the large doe to the butcher. She just had to get some meat. She wasn't much of a hunter herself, except for the rabbits she caught in her small traps so she hadn't been been able to pass up the chance. She was just happy she had gotten as much as she did. If her wolf had used as much energy as she had, she knew he had to be starving.<br><br>In the next pan she stirred the fried potatoes. The potatoes she had gotten from her own garden out back. <br><br>Goosebumps rose on her flesh as an awareness washed over her. Magic prickled slightly over her, and she rose her head to see Blake walking into the kitchen. Her eyes widened slightly, at his hardening shaft, but she quickly turned her head to hide her blush. <br><br>"I hope your hungry. I know I'm starving."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xajow</strong> on <strong>25-06-2011, 21:37:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				His stomach began to ache a little. He needed food. The smell of deer meat cooking made his mouth water. He was a little surprised to see that she had not seemed to bother to dress either. Instantly, he was looking her body over.<br><br>He noticed the mark was still on her. She had not magically healed it or made it vanish. Her skin nearly glowed. Her body was gorgeous. He stood where he could watch her move. His cock stiffened swiftly and became fully erect. He saw her blush in her cheeks and on her chest. He watched her breasts for a few moments. He watched them as she cooked and turned one way or the other as she tended to her cooking. He let his gaze travel down her torso to her ass. He watched her ass and thighs move&nbsp; as she shifted her while dealing with the food. He was temped to take her there, on the kitchen floor, to simply pick her up, put her down and fuck her sweet, tight little sex right then and there. But he needed food before attempting any such thing.<br><br>He had only barely heard what she had said.<br><br>“Mm? Yes, I am very horny... er, hungry.” It was his turn to blush slightly. “I hope you have more food, because I feel like I could eat all of that by myself.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>26-06-2011, 04:47:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled at his words. Looking up, she noticed he had a slight blush to his own cheeks and with his red hair and fair skin, it wasn't hard to notice. <br><br>"Yes, I do actually. I have four more good sized steaks in the fridge marinating, so you can have both of these and I will cook mine when they are done." As she cooked, she felt his eyes on her. She hadn't even thought about putting clothes on. Was she that comfortable around him already? It had took her ages to even get remotely comfortable around her ex, and even when they had had sex, the lights had been off. <br><br>She pulled the steaks from the pan, pretty sure he would prefere them to be medium rare and threw them on a plate with some potatoes. She placed it on the table for him. <br><br>"I, uh, I am going to go put on some clothes, I think," she laughed nervously. He was filling the entryway to her kitchen with his big body, and she had to turn to slide her way past him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xajow</strong> on <strong>26-06-2011, 05:17:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He deliberately remained in her way, even though he longed to begin eating immediately.<br><br>“Why would you need to put on clothes? Why would you want to cover up that delectable body of yours?” He deliberately pressed his hard cock against her thigh as he leaned down to her. “Body like yours,” he whispered to her, “should always be naked.” He put his hands on her breasts. “These are perfect. Why would you want to keep me from seeing them?” He slid his hands down her body to her thighs. “Stay naked. I’ll only have to rip your clothes from you.” He moved his hands over her skin to her ass, and he lifted her up and pulled her close, letting her feel his hard erection between her thighs. “Eventually, you’d have none left. I’d recommend you save them for when you need them.” He slowly put her down and let her crotch slide over his cock. <br><br>“You don’t really need them right now, do you.” It was a statement, not a question.<br><br>He stared down into her eyes as he straightened up and his hands slid from her ass to her shoulders. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>26-06-2011, 05:38:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I, uh, I guess not," she said, her body quivering at his touch. She glanced down shyly. "Okay, I won't put any on." She turned and walked back into the kitchen, letting her hand slide over his erection as she passed. <br><br>Walking to the fridge, she opened the door and made a show of bending over to get the other steaks from the fridge, her pink little sex peeking out from between her legs. Moving to the stove, she placed them into the hot pan where they sizzled, the smell engulfing her. <br><br>As they cooked, she turned and leaned against the counter beside it. She crossed her arms under her breasts, pushing them up, plumping them, since they were so perfect to him. Putting a thumb to her mouth, she daintily chewed the nail. <br><br>"Go ahead and eat."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xajow</strong> on <strong>26-06-2011, 06:03:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Some change had come over the woman. She was no less powerful, but she seemed willing to comply. He wondered if she wanted him telling her what to do.<br><br>He walked to the table and sat down, but be came distracted from eating by the woman putting herself on display. He smiled a lustful and devilish thoughts came to mind. As she stood there with her breasts looking glorious and her thumb at her mouth, he stood up and walked towards her.<br><br>As he passed the stove, he turned off the heat under the steaks. He stepped to the side of her and scooped her up in his arms. He smiled to her face. It was a lustful smile. <br><br>Anything he thought to say sounded corny, so he said nothing as he carried her over to the table. He winked at her as he put her shoulders down on the tabletop. As he pushed his head between her thighs, his hands held her lower back. He was still standing as he leaned his head to her crotch and began to lick at her sex.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>26-06-2011, 06:50:48</strong>
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				Her eyes rolled back into her head at the feel of his tongue sliding between her lips. "That's not what I meant," she said breathlessly. It was a very new sensation to her, something she had never had done to her before. <br><br>"Oh, my," she gasped as her body arched up in pleasure. Her hands went to his head, her fingers burying in his soft hair. It was amazing, what she was feeling, as his tongue slid over her clit. It sent tiny jolts flying through her body and she began to move her hips back and forth across his face, her legs splayed wide for him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xajow</strong> on <strong>26-06-2011, 07:29:49</strong>
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				He smiled as she gasped and moaned. He lifted his head, and smiled devilishly at her. He lowered her to the table, turning her so that her ass rested on the table next to his plate of food.<br><br>“Stay right there,” he told her as he sat down at the table.<br><br>He picked up a fork and knife and cut a piece of the warm venison steak. He rubbed the meat against her sex, gathering the salty sweet goodness of her juices. He made sure to brush the warm meat over her clit before he put the piece of meat in his mouth and began to chew.<br><br>“Mmm. You taste good.” He smiled to her as he cut another piece of meat and repeated the process, pushing a little harder to her flesh this time. The third piece of meat he pushed between her vaginal lips and twirled it to collect her juices. He continued to eat, each piece of warm venison pushed into her and the pulled over her clit before being consumed. Hungry as he was, he ate quickly.<br><br>“This would be difficult,” he said between bites at one point, “if you had clothes on.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>26-06-2011, 07:38:19</strong>
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				Aubrey couldn't believe what he was doing to her. The way he slipped the meat inside her, she found it surpringly erotic how he slipped it into his mouth and sucked it before chewing. Her hands slid up her sides, her fingers tickling the underside of her breasts as he ate. Then her fingers slid over her plump breasts, fingers lightly pinching and pulling her nipples. <br><br>She moaned at the onslaught, her senses going crazy and the magic crackling over her skin once again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xajow</strong> on <strong>26-06-2011, 18:04:13</strong>
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				He saw her hands move up to play with her own nipples. His cock twitched.<br><br>When his steaks were consumed, he stood up. He looked her over for a moment before leaning down to whisper in her ear.<br><br>“I can cum on your steaks later, if you like.”<br><br>He picked up her legs and returned to standing with his head between her thighs.&nbsp; His shoulders supported her legs and his hands held her hips. “You are delicious,” he said with a smile. He began once more to lick at her sex. His tongue moved slowly over her wet folds of warm skin. He licked from the bottom of her pussy up and flicked her clit with the tip of his tongue. This he did several more times, savoring the taste of her.<br><br>Eventually, his hands moved from her hips to her crotch. His fingers stroked her for a moment before pushing inside her. He gently pulled open the warm petals of her flesh and began to lick deeper along the inner flesh of her sex. He pushed his long, soft tongue down into her. He pushed his face to her wet pussy, and moaned softly at the pleasure of her flesh.<br><br>Here was sweet honey. Here was fluid that carried distilled lust and crackled with magic. He lapped it up hungrily. Never before had a woman tasted like this. Never before had one tasted so good.<br><br>He felt the magic crackling through her slick juices. He drank it down, and it bristled inside him, making him thirsty for more of her. He groaned with desire.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>26-06-2011, 18:33:36</strong>
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				Aubrey gasped at the naughty words whispered in here ear. She felt herself wetten even more at the thought. And then he was between her legs again, he face buryed deep. She moved her hips, grinding against him. Her breathing was coming out in small gasps as she moaned from the pleasure. <br><br>Where had he been all her life? To be able to experience these kind of things, it was amazing. He was amazing. Every carnal desire she was having, was feeling, she wanted it to include this man. He would be the only one who could give it to her.<br><br>As his fingers spread her open, her hips came off the table and slammed down, clattering the plate and silverware. "Yes, I'm going to cum," she cried as the magic began to burn under her skin and her clit tingled. Then she exploded, his fingers and tongue taking her. Her small body came off the table, only to slam down as she convulsed and cried out, but she wasn't done. "Fuck me now!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xajow</strong> on <strong>26-06-2011, 20:13:10</strong>
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				His cock twitched when she demanded to be fucked. He grinned. He slid his tongue up to lick her clit for a moment. Then he lifted his head to smiled lustfully at her.<br><br>“You’ll have to beg better than that.”<br><br>He licked at her clit while his fingers began to stroke her inner walls. He pulled the fingers of his right hand back and then pushed them down again while the fingers of his left hand pulled back. Alternating this way, his fingers pumped slowly inside her.<br><br>His mouth concentrated on her clit. He licked at the little nub of flesh before sucking it into his mouth. Pulsingly he suckled on her clit. For a moment, he sucked hard, then gently, then hard, then gently. All the while his tongue licked slowly over her sensitive flesh.<br><br>He wanted to fuck her hard. And there had been a time when he would have immediately begun to fuck her when she had demanded it because all he would have cared about would have been giving in to his desire. But he had learned control. But there was something more than that this time. It was as if he had more control since coming to the witch’s cabin. Her magic was changing him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>26-06-2011, 21:46:18</strong>
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				She ground against his face and hands as he finger fucked her. She laughed as he told her to beg. No, no. She felt the magic pour out of her and the thought of him on the table as she rode him made it flow more freely. She hummed as she slid off the table, her pussy throbbing and wanting. Using just her mind, his body moved up onto the table, his back against the cool wood. The plate and silverware was swept of the table.<br><br>She stood between his legs and ran her hands over his thighs. "Hmm, do I still have to beg?" She slid over him, her legs straddling his wiast. She gripped his erection in her hand and stroked him. She slid up and down against, her wet lips sliding against his hard shaft.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xajow</strong> on <strong>27-06-2011, 00:29:35</strong>
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				The witch surprised him by pulling away and then suddenly the prickling touch of magic was around him. The magic moved him to the table. He blinked and saw her stand on the table between his legs. Then she lowered herself and began to stroke his erection.<br><br>His head started to fog with lust. She had asked him a question, but as he felt her wet flesh now sliding against his cock, focusing on an answer became difficult. He wanted to be inside her. His lust demanded it.<br><br>But the magic was not finished with him. His cock started to throb painfully and precum began to leak steadily from the tip of his erection. Despite that he seemed able to apply discipline to his thoughts has he had always wanted to but never before seemed able.<br><br>He growled softly for a moment, and then barked out a grunt.<br><br>“Y-yes,” he said to her, even though forming words was difficult. “Uhn! B-beg,” he barked. “Beg me.” He managed to grin at her even as his body shuddered.<br><br>This strength to overcome primal lusts was not enough to fight the magic that held him to the table. The magic prickled over his skin like a million thin needles poking at him. As he stared at the witch, his feral desire in his eyes, the truth of what was happening to him came to his mind.<br><br>He grinned madly at her. He knew how to bide his time. He was a hunter. He had enough patience.<br><br>“Beg!” he barked at her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>27-06-2011, 00:45:28</strong>
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				She smiled, her hips lifting and lowering as she slid over his hard flesh. "Oh, please, fuck me, Blake. I want it. I need it," she said her hands gliding over his body as the magic flowed through her and into him. "I need you inside me. Please, Blake. Fuck me. Fuck me hard." She didn't know what was coming over her. She had never been so wanton, but she really wanted to be like this with him. It was a need that was coming over her. <br><br>She leaned back, rubbing herself more fully against his erect cock. Her hand slid down her stomach to her sex, parting the lips to have him rub against her clit more. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xajow</strong> on <strong>27-06-2011, 01:27:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The witch’s magic yielded as she did. He sat up and grabbed her hips. He pulled her swiftly onto his cock. The sensation made him lean his head back and growl loudly.<br><br>He gripped her ass and held her tight to him, his cock fully buried inside her as he turned and put his feet on the floor. He stood up and, with his hands still on her ass, carried her to the wall. He put her back to the wall, and grinned to her.<br><br>“Be wary of rousing a werewolf. For they are crafty and quick to lust.”<br><br>He began to fuck the woman. His rammed his hips to hers, grinding to her crotch and her clit. He growled with every thrust as the sensation of shoving his throbbing cock to her tight pussy made him shudder continually.<br><br>His thrusts were hard and fast. Each push forward was a demand that her body yield to his cock, a demand that allowed no denial.<br><br>He leaned his head to hers, putting his mouth near her ear. He was breathing hard and growling. And he managed to form words occasionally, between growls and grunts.<br><br>“You...&nbsp; mine... body... mine... be... belong... mine...”<br><br>He was not aware that the words were forming on his lips. His wolfen lusts were filling his mind, and wolfen thoughts were rising up. These were the source of the words, and he knew they in his mind, but not that she could hear them.<br><br>The pressure in his loins had been slowly building before he had entered her, but now it was building quickly. The hot semen was starting to demand release, and his thrusts became a feral bucking to her body. His hips jerked back and forth with incredible force and speed.<br><br>The magic still seemed to ripple under her skin. He felt it along his erection. He seemed to feel the pricking touch of her magic pulling him to her body. Once again her sex seemed to suddenly become maddeningly tight. His cock seemed to have become thicker inside her. Her tightness demanded more force even as his cock demanded entry. His body shook hard as he lost himself to his lust.<br><br>He pounded to her cruelly. His body slammed to hers, slammed to her hips and her crotch. He pinched her clit between their bodies with every lust mad thrust. The pressure of semen within him seemed to be rising to an unbearable level. <br><br>“Mine... cum... cum...” his mouth was whispering, “cum... mine... claim... mine...&nbsp; cum...”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>27-06-2011, 02:52:29</strong>
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				She could barely make out the&nbsp; words and grunts in her ear, but she heard the mine come from his lips multiple times as he pounded into, her body taking his demanding thrusts without protest. Her back slammed against the wall at the force and her legs wrapped even tighter around his waist. As the magic flew through her something inside clicked. There was a forcefull push of magic from her body to his and she could feel her hair floating around them as if they were in water. A chant began spilling from her lips between gasps and a dark spiraling tattoo showed itself on his creamy white skin, rolling from his neck down his left peck over his heart and wrapping itself around his left arm. <br><br>"Mine," she screamed as she orgasmed, smashing her lips to his and thrusting her tongue inside. She kissed him so violently, she could taste blood in her mouth and whether it was hers or his, she didn't know. Her pussy clenched hard around his dick, milking him as he slammed into her, begging him to cum for her, to spill his hot seed within her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xajow</strong> on <strong>27-06-2011, 04:00:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Her hair seemed to fill his vision. Sounds he could not understand were coming from her mouth. The magic suddenly became wildly painful. It attacked his chest and arm. He gritted his teeth and roared with the intensity of the sensation. He turned his head to look at her. She was lost to her magic. His eyes followed down the line of her neck. He saw the bite. His mark. Mine, he thought, though the thought existed on a instinctual level rather than as a conscious thing.<br><br>The pain on his chest and arm was as if the millions of needles of her magic were puncturing his skin over and over. She was causing it somehow, but rather than make him angry it seemed only to drive his lust. <br><br>When he lowered his mouth to bite her once more, he did not think of biting her. He simply did it. His teeth pressed to her flesh and broke the skin. His jaw clenched her shoulder. Her blood began to fill his mouth. He tasted the blood and it drove him over the edge.<br><br>Fine droplets of her blood sprayed as his whole body arched to her, causing his head to be thrown back as he roared at the top of his lungs. His semen was thick and hot and plentiful as it gushed from him. His cum shot into her with enough force to make his body tremble violently. Jet after jet of semen moved down his cock and erupted inside her. His hips had stopped moving. His hips pinned her to the wall, pressing to her body as if intending to crush her there. His initial roar became a silent open mouth as the sensations of orgasm and pain and her presence overwhelmed him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>27-06-2011, 04:34:54</strong>
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				As he roared, she matched him with a cry of her own, her body taking in his hot cum like a thirsty man with water. She barely felt the warm wetness of her blood pooling down her shoulder and arm as she convulsed against him. <br><br>Finally, she sagged, her body exhausted. Her lips lightly traced the tattoo that was now on his body, as she tried to catch her breath. Her arms drooped to her sides and she was wondering how much longer he would be able to hold both of them up. She laid her head on his shoulder, finally able to somewhat breathe again. <br><br>"Holy, shit. What just happened?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xajow</strong> on <strong>27-06-2011, 06:10:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He was still recovering from his orgasm when the witch said something. “Whole leash it.” she said. No, he was able to think, that wasn’t right. She was asking what had happened.<br><br>He was wondering the same thing. His arms ached, particularly his left arm, and he realised he was still holding her weight. He turned and put her ass down on the table.<br><br>“Hey, you’re bleeding,” he said. He finally saw the bite wound. “I did that. I marked you again. I did that.” He shook his head. Pleasure from the aftermath of the orgasm was still clouding his thoughts. But clearing them only made him more aware of the pain that remained in the left side of his chest and his left arm. He looked down at his arm.<br><br>Whatever he might have expected to see, he did not expect a tattoo. “What did you do?” He blinked as he noticed it went up to his shoulder. He felt it with his hand. The skin seemed tender. “What did you do?”<br><br>All the post-orgasm euphoria vanished.<br><br>“What is this? What did you do?”<br><br>He turned to look at her again, and once more noticed the bite mark and the blood. He thought he had understood what had been happening. Now he was unsure. He had marked the woman twice. Both times by instinct.<br><br>“By the seven halls. What did I do? What have we done?”<br><br>He sunk to the floor. He sat down and let his legs splay. He held his head in his hands for a moment as he thought about what had happened while they were fucking. And then he began to laugh. He dropped his hands and grinned at her.<br><br>“Hello, wife. I think we just got married.” He laughed again. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>27-06-2011, 06:24:46</strong>
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				Her jaw dropped at his words. "Married?" She slid off the table to the best of her ability and knelt between his legs. She put a hand on the tattoo that had apparently just appeared. She didn't really remember doing anything to put that on him. <br><br>"I did this?" she asked as she traced the scroll work. It was actually quite beautiful, and she liked the way it looked on his skin. "I'm so sorry. All I really remember is feeling an overwhelming power come over me and I had the most intense orgasm of my life." She smiled, but then sobered up quickly.<br><br>"You don't want this, do you? I understand if you don't. It is quite sudden." <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xajow</strong> on <strong>27-06-2011, 06:45:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				“I don’t know what I want,” he said as he pulled her close and began to pet her hair. “I mean, I want you. Don’t get me wrong. But I think I started it. I bit you. I hadn’t meant to. It just seemed to happen. And now... Now I’ve bitten you twice. The second mate bite, the second marking of the woman that way, that’s a sign of commitment. And you, when we were lost in out lustful pursuits just now, you yelled. I can only vaguely remember it. I was in a haze my own desire, but I do remember. You called me yours. I’m going to guess this, whatever this is,” he waved a hand at the tattoo, “is some mark that reflects that. We’ve marked each other.<br><br>“Only we didn’t. Sort of. I don’t know. Fate, maybe. Or the gods. Or whatever deities sexy little witches use.” He squeezed her gently. “They married us. They brought us together. They made sure I would want you. Made sure you would want me. Made sure we would make each other lose control and give into some longing in our souls. Maybe they put the longing there. Maybe it was there anyway. I don’t know. <br><br>“How does it feel to be married to a good for nothing werewolf from no pack? I’m starting to think I the best end of this. In more ways than one.”<br><br>He kissed the side of her head and held her gently. He rocked his torso and hers back and forth slightly.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>27-06-2011, 07:04:20</strong>
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				She sighed as he pulled her close, like she was meant to be there agaisnt him. They did fit perfectly together, the way his body curved around hers. Maybe he was right and it was meant to be, like the Goddess had fated them to be together. But she had never known of witches to mark their lovers. She definately hadn't ever felt the urge to mark her ex. Nor had she ever experienced the intense oragasms she had with Blake. <br><br>"You think I'm the better end of this deal?" She laughed at that. "Well, you are the first to think so. You are now connected to a witch who can barely control her powers, but I think you do help me a little with that. That is if you can deal with me being a witch. Strange things tend to happen around me." She moved to look up into his face.<br><br>"And as for you being a wolf without a pack, maybe that is because you were meant to find me." She grabbed his hand and laid it over her heart. "Maybe I'm supposed to be your pack. I'm not a wolf or anything, but maybe I can master changing my form and I can run with you." Her heart sped up at the idea of that. She had heard of witches being able to change their forms, turning into crows or even cats, but a wolf? That was bigger than a crow or a cat. "But that is, if you will have me..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xajow</strong> on <strong>27-06-2011, 07:36:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He listened to her talk. Her words or her voice, or both, seemed to have a calming effect on him. But then she started talking about maybe she was supposed to be his pack. That idea he did not like at all.<br><br>“You’re supposed to be my pack?” He growled softly. “Don’t get me wrong. Not that you couldn’t have made a great tribe mother, I am sure you would have.” He sighed. “It would be just like the gods to arrange take so many good lives out of the world just to bring us together. They never do seem to give damn when it matters.”<br><br>He looked away from her. A sharp emotional pain suddenly seemed to be in his chest.<br><br>“Gods and their fucking plans. Always meddling, making people do things. They couldn’t ask me to come here. No. They have to kill my ma and da. My brothers. My pack. People chasing us down. Fucking gods. It would be just like them to arrange this by making sure my pack died. Making sure the rest of us have to scatter and never see each other again.”<br><br>He growled in anger. His mood had turned. His arms still held her, but he no longer rocked. His muscles tensed.<br><br>“And now what? I’m brought to a witch and married to her before I’ve even gotten to know much about her. Fucking gods. Can’t talk to people. All the power, but they can’t just talk to people. More like can’t take the risk someone would say no. They don’t give a shit who gets hurt. Fucking gods.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>27-06-2011, 07:55:48</strong>
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				His words struck deep. So he wasn't happy about what hat transpired between them. She should have figured. She felt bad in a way about his family, and him hurting, but she didn't do that to him, nor was it her fault that it had happened. <br><br>She removed herself from his arms. He needed time to deal with his own issues and she didn't want him to see her cry. Standing, she began walking out of the kitchen. "I have things to do that needs to get done today. You can do, well, whatever you want. The steaks are still on the stove if you are still hungry.<br><br>Walking into her bedroom, she closed the door behind her, as the tears fell down her cheeks. She had no idea what to do. In a sense, he was right, they didn't know each other, but whether she liked it or not, she was connected to him. She did like him, the way he looked at her, and said nice things, but it wasn't healthy to like someone just because they could be nice. He was a werewolf after all, and they were unpredictable. <br><br>A part of her was still yelling at her that what had happened was a mistake and it probably was. With issues he had about them being thrown together, who was she to know that he wouldn't just leave one day? Nothing new to her, but she had a feeling, it would hurt more with him. <br><br>By just spending the last day together, she felt more connected to him than she had ever felt with anyone else, but she didn't know if it was because she was gaining feelings for him, or from the magic that married them. <br><br>At that moment, she made a decision. As hard as she knew it would be, she owuld have to stop herself from having sex with him. Even if it meant wearing more clothes than normal. He had things he needed to figure out, and she did, too. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xajow</strong> on <strong>27-06-2011, 20:04:42</strong>
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				He watched her walk away, and he did not understand at first why she seemed sad. But then thought back to previous conversations.<br><br>“Oh fuck,” he said after she had gone into her bedroom. “That’s great. Now she thinks I don’t like her. Fucking Gods. Always got to meddle. You cause more trouble and strife.”<br><br>He finally stood up and walked to the bedroom. He winced a little at the soreness still in his muscles. He stepped to the mirror and began to examine the tattoo. The witch had acted like she had never seen it before. But he was certain she was the one who had put it there. But she had mentioned something about not being in full control of her powers. How could she have gotten so much power and not learned to control it?<br><br>He stared at the tattoo as he thought it over. He raised a hand up to trace the lines of the tattoo.<br><br>The witch was alone, claimed there was an ex-boyfriend. Lots of power, sexy as can be, but thinking she had to hide when she could probably have plenty of men at her beck and call. She had incredible amounts of magic. She should have had to learn the discipline that comes with acquiring that much power. Unless she had not acquired it. Had it been given to her?<br><br>He had a guess as to the truth. But only led to more questions. Including, why had he been brought here? Why did he feel so strongly connected to the witch? What was her power changing in him?<br><br>He thought he knew that too, but there was only one way to tell. He walked out to the living room where there was more space.<br><br>He got down on his hands and knees and closed his eyes. He began to breathe slowly as he concentrated.&nbsp; His body began to change. Fur began to grow. His eyes started to become yellow. He growled with the pain of transformation. He leaned over as limbs shorted, and as feet and hands became wide paws. Muscle mass shifted. Bones cracked and reformed. The pain should have been intense, as it always had been before, but now it seemed manageable.<br><br>He was a large rust red wolf once more. But now was the real test. He closed his eyes and concentrated. The concentration to change had always been more difficult in wolf form, but now it seemed easy. His body changed again, limbs elongating, feet and hands narrowing. But now he focused on stopping the change, on finding some middle between wolf and man.<br><br>He opened his eyes and stood up. He was covered in short fur. He reached up to his face. It was still mostly wolf, though the snout seemed not as long as his full wolf form would have. He checked his ears, they were still like a wolf’s but down on the sides of his head. Yet he had hands and feet, arms and legs that were shaped like those of a man. He had done it.<br><br>The magic had done it, rather. He had more control. As a werewolf, his strength was always in adaption. It was a matter of will. But to control his transformation to be able to choose something between wolf and man had eluded him before. He lacked the power to make it happen. Now he had it. The witch had given it to him.<br><br>And that is when he realized the truth. He knew why she could not control her powers, and why she seemed to have more control with him. She would get more and more control, and he would gain more power over his transformations. That is, if they stayed together.<br><br>He turned toward her bedroom. He was suddenly eager to tell her everything.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>28-06-2011, 07:27:55</strong>
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				Aubrey used a tissue to dry her eyes. She needed to work on her potions, but she didn't want her eyes to be all red and puffy. She couldn't get a grasp on why his rejection hurt her so much, but it did. It was like a vise grip on her heart. <br><br>Aubrey suddenly felt a tingling awareness as magic crawled over her skin. After slipping on a pair of boycut panties and a tank top, she walked to the bedroom door and peaked out. Standing, in her living room was a half wolf/half man creature. What the hell? She could see the spiraling tattoo on his left arm. Opening the door, she stepped out of the room but stopped after a couple steps. <br><br>"Blake?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xajow</strong> on <strong>28-06-2011, 20:02:11</strong>
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				He saw her with her panties and tank top on. His cock responded in an obvious way. He smiled to her.<br><br>He stood there for her to see. Short, rust red fur covered him. There was a short black blaze of fur on his snout. The left side of his chest and his left arm had black fur in the exact pattern of the tattoo.<br><br>He let out a short howl of excitement. What he attempted to say was, “I’ve wanted to do something like this for... almost as far back as I can remember. I never could. But now I can. You made this possible. Or your magic did.” However, what came out of his still wolfen snout sounded more like this: “I’ve wan’ ’o ’o so’ing ’ike ’is vo... a’os’ as var ’ack as I ca’ ’emem’er. I ’ver coul’. ’Ow I ca’. Ooo ’a’ ’is ’os’ble. Oo ooo ma’ic ’i’.” The words came out with something of a growl, further distorting them.<br><br>He ran up to her and picked her up in a strong embrace. He spun around with her in his arms as he howled in delight. He spun until he began to feel a little bit dizzy, and then he slowed down and came to a stop.<br><br>“Ah oow ah ooo c’oh ooleh i,” he said. Only then did he realize that the sounds coming out of his mouth were not intelligable. What he had intended to say was, “I know what your control problem is.”<br><br>Clearly this half man half wolf form needed more work.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>29-06-2011, 04:43:17</strong>
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				Aubrey couldn't help but laugh as her wolf man spun he around. He was remarkably beautiful in this form, and he was slightly bigger then his human body. But she couldn't understand what he was saying. She looked down at him, her hands sliding over the short fur on his arms, a smile on her face.<br><br>"You do look damn amazing, but I can't understand a word you are saying."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xajow</strong> on <strong>29-06-2011, 05:17:58</strong>
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				He nodded to her. She was exciting him again. Her laugh was like a song. Her smile made her face even more beautiful.<br><br>He closed his eyes and concentrated. His fur vanished and he took on full man form once more. He opened his eyes and grinned at her while his arms still held her.<br><br>“I said, I’ve always wanted to do that. But I couldn’t before. I think your magic did something to me, gave me more power. And I think I know why you have a problem with control.”<br><br>He picked her up and spun her around again. He laughed as he spun both of them in dizzying circles. As they drew near to the living room, he tried to slow down and turn. His foot went the wrong direction, and he ended up falling backwards to the floor.<br><br>He still held the witch in his hands, and she fell with him, landing on top. As he his head head on the floor and her weight landed with him on his chest, he winced and let out a loud “OOF!” Dancing stars appeared at the edges of his vision. But he caught his breath and laughed again. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>29-06-2011, 05:35:06</strong>
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				Aubrey gasped as they went down, his huge body thudding on her living room floor. She landed on his chest, the wind knocked out of her for a brief second. She saw that he was laughing and it was contagious. Her hands slid over his cheeks and she leaned down and placed a kiss on his lips. <br><br>She then realized she was on top of his very naked body. Her body was betraying her as it heated and wetness pooled between her legs. She had told herself she wouldn't have sex with him until he figured out what he was going to do. So, she tried to think about something else.<br><br>"What do you mean about controlling my powers?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xajow</strong> on <strong>29-06-2011, 06:20:36</strong>
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				He could smell her arousal again. The woman is insatiable, he thought. And it made him smile all the more.<br><br>“I am guessing you got your power very suddenly. Maybe you dabbled in a little magic, thinking little of it, but then somehow you gained access to powers you never knew you had.” The thought occurred to him that perhaps that is why her former lover left.<br><br>“Anyway, so now you have a lot of power, but none of the discipline and control that you need. I think I know why. You have been chosen. The gods or whatever deities you witches have, have chosen you. And into you went the power of a goddess. I bet you have power you have not tapped yet.<br><br>“Now I don’t know if they gods knew I would come here. Maybe they made me come here. Maybe they didn’t. But we have a chance! We have a chance to forge our own destiny. Maybe that is what they want, and maybe it isn’t. I don’t know. But the stronger we get, the less they can control us.<br><br>And then, even though he had been smiling at her, he suddenly seemed to focus on her eyes. And he felt suddenly as if he were seeing anew, and he noticed how much she seemed to make everything more alive, even him.<br><br>“By the seven halls, you are beautiful. I don’t know if the gods knew I couldn’t resist you, and I’m starting not to care. I have never ever wanted someone as I want you. Gods in heaven, woman, you have done something to me. I don’t just mean the tattoo or the transformation. I’m a werewolf. We don’t stay in one place. And I can’t seem to imagine going away.<br><br>“I haven’t felt this way since... since...” His enthusiasm faded a bit. “Since Fira... since Fira died...” He blinked and his sight seemed to blur.<br><br>“You... Aubrey... I...” He stared at her through teary eyes. And then he kissed her hard. Only this was not a kiss of lust. This was something much deeper and more dangerous. He wanted all of her. He wanted her. He wanted Aubrey. He wanted her to want him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>29-06-2011, 07:53:38</strong>
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				Aubrey was surprised by all that he was saying. Chosen? Her? What if? Then he got a sad look in his eyes when he said the name Fira. She didn't know who that was, or had been, since she was dead, but she seemed to be someone who had been close to his heart once. And then he kissed her. <br><br>It was different from any other time they had kissed. More passionate, more... loving. She kissed him back with equel emotion, her heart swelling in her chest. She wasn't sure why this man, this wolf, had been put on her doorstep, but she knew she didn't want him to leave. She wanted him to stay, to love her, to make love with her. <br><br>She could feel the tears rolling down her cheeks as her tongue tangled with his, her arms wrapping around him to hold him close and never let him go.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xajow</strong> on <strong>29-06-2011, 10:28:02</strong>
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				He felt her whole body seem to relax in his arms. Strangely, he also felt a pain at the back of his head that was probably related to the fact that he seemed to be lying on the floor. How he got there he did not immediately recall, because all he could seem to think about was Aubrey.<br><br>His face felt wet. Was she crying or was he?<br><br>He felt her seem to give herself to the kiss. And then he felt his own body relax. He had not realized he had been tense. But of course he had been. So much had rested on Aubrey wanting him too. No, not so much, just one thing. And he dare not think of it. He could not name it. But he could not deny it. That one word. That one simple word.<br><br>He poured himself into the kiss to stop his mind from thinking. He just wanted to feel Aubrey, feel her kissing him, feel her holding him, feel her pressed against him.<br><br>His face felt wet. Was she crying or was he?<br><br>His right hand slid up to her hair to hold the back of her head, hold her there because he did not want the kiss to end. His left forearm held her spine. He pressed her body to his. He did not want her to leave him.<br><br>Years of being alone seemed to pile up all at once. He felt a desperate loneliness that made his chest ache as though someone had stabbed it with a knife. But her kiss seemed to pour into the wound. The kiss seemed to fill his chest, and he felt the emotional scar form that would remind him of this moment.<br><br>His face felt wet. Was he crying or was she?<br><br>He couldn’t tell.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>29-06-2011, 16:15:46</strong>
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				He just kept kissing her, holding her as if he didn't want to lose her and she felt the same way. She had thought she had loved her ex, and maybe she had, but what she was feeling now was ten, no fifty, no, a hundred times stronger than anything she had ever experienced. She felt connected to this man, mind, body, and soul. He was hers and she was his.<br><br>He was strong, beautiful, and lost. So lost. She wanted to be his home, his family. She wanted to be his.<br><br>She knew she was crying, but she didn't care, the emotions she were feeling were pouring out of her and she hoped he could feel them and return them back.<br><br>"Please, don't leave me. I couldn't stand it. Stay with me. Love me. Please, love me, and let me love you," she whispered against his lips before continuing the best kiss of her life.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xajow</strong> on <strong>29-06-2011, 19:38:07</strong>
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				He said nothing because she was kissing him again. He was glad he didn’t have to speak because she had said the word, and he was not sure he could. Everyone he had loved, everyone he had told he loved, had died. And his one real fear, and this was the fear that was the reason he hated the gods, was that he was cursed to see the people he loved die. To admit he loved Aubrey, might be worse than anything else he could do. And yet, he would have to tell her. He would have to say the word sometime, and the gods would know.<br><br>Once more, he forced thoughts away by focusing entirely on the kiss. He tasted her lips, and pushed his tongue forward even as he sucked on hers. Don’t think, he said in his mind, just kiss her.<br><br>It was not hard to accomplish. He let the scent of her wash over him. He let it fill his head, and he could feel it working like a drug. It was a beautiful scent. As a man might admire a sunset, he admired the scent of Aubrey.<br><br>The feel of her body against his own, even with her clothes on, felt perfect. Her soft skin, her her chest against his, the way she held him. There was magic crackling and rippling under her skin. He could feel it somehow. The woman was astonishing. He needed to stay with her.<br><br>Maybe he could protect her, he thought. No, he needed to not think of such things. He half moaned and half growled into her kiss. His left arm pressed her body tightly to his. He was undeniably aroused. He was starting to feel the ache in his cock that demanded sex, but he denied himself. He only held her and kissed her. To do more might mean breaking the kiss. And then words that he was not sure he wanted the gods to hear might spill from his mouth.<br><br>She had asked him to stay. And to love her. And to let her love him. How could he not? He had said they had a chance to defy the gods, didn’t he? And so they did. Maybe they could fight his curse too. Maybe she was strong enough. But was he?<br><br>“Fuck the gods,” he whispered as he finally broke the kiss. “Aubrey, I... I will stay. I want to stay. I...” Why was he so afraid of the words? Just say the words, he thought. “We will make out own destiny. We have to. Because I...” Why had he stopped kissing her? “Aubrey, I l...” He briefly closed his eyes and summoned his courage. “Fuck what the gods may do. We will fight them anyway. Aubrey, you are the most amazing woman. And I... I love you.”<br><br>Anything could happen now. She knew. The gods knew. He just hoped he had a little time to love her before the gods took their revenge.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>30-06-2011, 01:15:08</strong>
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				Aubrey stared down at him. Had he just said what she thought he said? She saw fear in his eyes as he said it. Fear of what? Losing her? He had said that everyone he loves is taken away from him. She smiles. This time would be different. She'd make sure of that.<br><br>"I love you, too," she whispered before kissing him again, ever so slowly, taking her time to make it thorough. "Mmmmm, you taste so good. I want to make love to you." He felt so good under her, so right. He fit against her perfectly.<br><br>The look of worry on his face was breaking her heart, and she wanted nothing more than to comfort him. She kissed her way down his body, her magic crackling beneath her skin. She licked at his nipples, nibbling lightly before kissing down his abs as her fingers drug against his sides. <br><br>She followed the trail of hair that led lower, her tongue licking, her lips kissing. When she got to his erection, standing tall, she nuzzled agaisnt it before swiping her tongue up the underside. She blew lightly on the head before putting her lips around him and suckling gently. <br><br>Then with a growl, she slid all the way down, until he was in the back of her throat, sucking hard. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xajow</strong> on <strong>30-06-2011, 04:19:21</strong>
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				The witch said she loved him. He knew the gods would have it in for him now. But such thoughts were soon pushed away by the sensation of her kiss. Then she spoke almost like a werewolf. She told him he tasted good. Fria had said that too.<br><br>But again Aubrey seemed to make those thoughts vanish with sensations. Her mouth seemed to be a conduit to her magic. She kissed down his torso, and he felt tiny shocks of her magic each time her lips touched his skin. When her tongue found his nipples, he moaned and his cock twitched hard.<br><br>He felt her moving further down, but he did not expect what she did when she got to his crotch. He felt her push her soft face against his cock, and then lick up along the highly sensitive underside of his erection. His moaned and his hands moved to bury themselves in her hair.<br><br>Had she sensed some how just how much he delighted in a woman’s mouth on his cock? He would have to tell her sometime.<br><br>Even those thoughts were quickly gone because she soon had the head of the cock in her mouth. He felt her suck gently, and he moaned loudly. And then suddenly he took in his full hard length. She growled as she did it, and he gasped. His hips rose up off the floor. The head of his cock was down her throat, and his mind swam in intense arousal and pleasure. Her magic crackled along the length of his cock. His head turned side to side for a moment as the pleasure seemed to overwhelm his senses.<br><br>He gasped again as he finally took another breath. If she did it again, he would find it hard to keep his semen out of her throat. He wanted to tell her not the stop, but he could do little but moan as he tried to remember to breathe.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>30-06-2011, 06:04:27</strong>
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				Aubrey was loving the noises Blake was making. She could feel the wetness pooling between her legs, soaking her thighs. <br><br>She slid her mouth up and then down again, gag reflex not an issue as she sucked him down hard, every inch of him deep in her throat. She hummed, letting the vibration flow along his cock as a hand came up under her and cupped his balls, squeezing gently. <br><br>Pulling up, she licked the tip, her tongue swirling around. "Cum for me, Blake. I want to taste you," she said huskily before sucking him in once more, her pace quickening as her mouth moved over him. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xajow</strong> on <strong>30-06-2011, 06:25:51</strong>
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				She moved her mouth on him again, taking him into her throat, and his hips rose higher than before. He gasped again. The sensation her supremely tight throat on his cock, the vibration of her humming, her hand on his balls, and the magic that was stronger than ever and crackling over his cock made him forget to breathe once more. He gasped for air as she pulled her mouth back. His hips fell to the floor.<br><br>She spoke and before he could even process what she said, her mouth was on his cock, moving down even faster than before. He growled and his hips pushed up hard to her face, shoving his cock to her throat even faster. There were stars at the edges of his vision again, but not from the pain at the back of his head.<br><br>His semen exploded from his cock. He half gasped and half roared. His head tossed side to side as his whole body tensed. His body was arched up off the floor. Her magic was hot all along his throbbing and erupting erection. The stars seemed to fill his vision as his erection shot forth jet after jet of thick werewolf cum.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>30-06-2011, 06:36:52</strong>
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				Aubrey purred deep in her throat as he as he cock pulsed, shooting the thick liquid down her throat. With each pull, she milked him, swallowing every last drop he gave her. Pulling back, she was a little light headed, realizing at some point she had forgot to breathe. She sat back on her heals between his legs as he tried to catch his own breath.<br><br>She laughed, a dainty hand coming up to wipe her mouth. "I've never done that before," she said with a goofy grin on her face. Her lips were tingling but between her legs was throbbing even more, her wet pussy aching. "Was that okay? Did I do it right?"&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xajow</strong> on <strong>30-06-2011, 07:07:19</strong>
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				As she spoke to him again, he was gasping for air. His mind was in a daze. He had collapsed back to the floor. He lay there trying to recover from the pleasure that was still sending little shudders through him.<br><br>“Wha? Did you what?” He managed to get words out between breaths. “Did you do it right?” He lifted his head to look at her with some awe. “You were... incredible. That was... I mean... Wow. That was... intense. Wow.”<br><br>He lowered his head slowly because it still hurt in the back though surprisingly not as much as it had before.<br><br>“Wow.”<br><br>He lifted his head again. He looked around at himself and the floor and her.<br><br>“Did you... You swallowed...” His eyes widened. “All of that?”<br><br>He grinned at her.<br><br>“We are going to have a lot of fun.<br><br>“Wow.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>30-06-2011, 17:35:37</strong>
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				Aubrey's smile was bright as she took in his words. She loved how she was able to make him nearly speechless, how the only word he could really get out was wow. And as for fun, she really liked the thought of them having fun. <br><br>Straddling his waist, she pulled his torso up, smashing his chest against her breasts. She wrapped her arms around his neck and buryed her hands in his hair, but one came away sticky with blood. "Oh, Blake, you busted open your head," she said turning his head this way and that, but there seemed to be more blood than even a wound. "Huh, that's weird. I'm not finding any kind of wound..."<br><br>She knew werewolves healed fast but that was very fast if the wound had transpired when they had fallen and that had only been moments before, not hours like his shoulder had been. It was amazing really, how strong his own magic was and could be. She found she was very turned on by the fact. A male with his own magic was very yummy.<br><br>She smiled seductively as she leaned forwards, her lips trailing kisses from his mouth and over his cheek, down his neck and to his shoulder. Her tongue traced the swirls of the tattoo that she had given him. A small memory of him pounding into her while holding her against the wall flashed through her brain. She was chanting, and as she did, the swirls and spirals appeared on his skin, so beautiful agaisnt his white flesh. <br><br>The thought made her wetter, and she ground into him. She had claimed him and he wasn't going anywhere.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xajow</strong> on <strong>30-06-2011, 21:31:46</strong>
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				He smiled to her as she felt the spot of pain at the back of his head. “It’s not weird. Werewolves heal very quickly. I had food in me this time, so it happened faster than when my shoulder was injured. Do you have any idea how sexy your scent is? Particularly when you get aroused. It’s incredible.<br><br>“Unfortunately for me, you’ve just spent my cock. It needs a few more minutes to recover from that... well, just about the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had. Fortunately for you, not only does that not stop me from enjoying your flesh, I have a long tongue.”<br><br>He extended his tongue a short way out of his mouth, and then he winked at her. He pushed his tongue out slowly until she could see the full length of it. He grinned at her as his arms held her close and he rolled them both over so that she was on her back.<br><br>He knelt with his legs straddling her thighs. He looked down at her panties. They looked soaked through with her juices. He reached down and began to stroke her crotch as he pressed his fingers to her wet panties. He lifted his fingers up and licked them with his tongue.<br><br>“Mmm, you’re delicious. But this just won’t do.” He shook his head. His hand went back to her crotch. His fingers brushed against her sex as he grabbed the wet fabric of her panties and yanked them hard. The fabric broke easily, and he pulled the garment away from her. “That’s better.”<br><br>He pushed one leg between hers and then the other. He knelt at her knees and leaned down to begin licking her sex. His warm soft tongue stroked her flesh slowly. “Mmm,” he moaned as he tasted her. His hands slid under her ass and lifted her up slightly as he licked and moaned at her pussy.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>01-07-2011, 00:48:23</strong>
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				"Mmmmm," she cooed as he showed her his tongue, then she was on her back and his hand was on her throbbing center. She gasped when he tore away her panties and was soon unable to catch her breath as his tongue slid up her feminine slit. <br><br>She didn't think it possible to get any wetter but those moans of his as he ate at her were almost more than she could handle. Her hands flew to his head, tangling in his hair as she ground agaisnt his face, that long tongue slipping inside her . <br><br>Great Goddess he felt amazing and just barely a flick of that talented mouth and she was cumming on his face, his name torn from her lips. Her back arched as she spasmed, and those strong hands held on to her ass as she lifted up to meet his mouth. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xajow</strong> on <strong>01-07-2011, 03:55:02</strong>
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				He pushed the thick muscle of his tongue into her. He tasted her sweet juices and probed her inner walls. He smiled to himself as she grabbed his head and pushed herself up to his face. Her juices flooded her sex, and he lapped at them with his tongue. The firm flesh of his tongue pushed into her over and over.<br><br>His hands on her ass encouraged her to push herself up to him. He moved his mouth up slightly and began to suck her skin into his mouth as he slid his tongue along the upper inside edge of her sex. He sucked her clit into his mouth and let his tongue slide along the little nub as his tongue continued to move back and forth inside her.<br><br>He waited until her body seemed to relax before lifting his head. He smiled to her. Her juices were on his face. “See?” he said before holding his tongue out for her to see again. “Benefit of being a werewolf.”<br><br>He crawled forward until his face was over hers and his hands were beside her shoulders. His cock was almost fully hard again and he rubbed the flesh against her thighs.<br><br>“You are one sexy witch,” he said with a smile. “I don’t know who your former mate was, but he must have been one mightily stupid man.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>01-07-2011, 04:03:44</strong>
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				Honestly, at this moment, she didn't give a shit about her ex. Her mind was only on the man hovering over her, the man who was rubbing his hardening shaft on her thighs. <br><br>"He left me when I came into my powers. I guess being a witch was a little too much for him."<br><br>Her hands ran over his sides and over his back as she arched into him. Her body was still trembling from the orgasm, but she was ready to feel his hard cock inside her once again. <br><br>"It's fine that he left. Gave me a chance to find you," she whispered before pulling him down to her and kssing him, her tongue diving into his mouth. She growled as she tasted him, the best thing she had ever tasted.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xajow</strong> on <strong>01-07-2011, 04:47:02</strong>
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				He liked the way she growled. It sent a shiver through him. He welcomed her tongue and gave her mouth his own in return. He licked and sucked at her tongue. He moved his cock to make it brush against her sex. He brought the head of his erection to her vaginal lips, and broke the kiss as he pushed inside her.<br><br>It was his turn to growl as he felt her flesh yield to his cock. Once more, her magic rippled and crackled along his erection. The memory of his previous orgasm hit him and he shuddered. He forced himself to breathe slowly as he began to slowly move his cock back and forth. He pulled his cock back except for the head, and then pushed down into her until his hips met hers. He rocked to her gently in long, slow motions.<br><br>“Mmm...” he groaned. His watched her face as he rocked to her. He wanted to see her reactions. He wanted to watch her eyes. He smiled to her as he watched. It was a smile of love and lust. Some time soon he would need to talk to her about the tattoo and the bitemarks on her shoulder. But it could wait. The pleasure of the moment was more important.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>01-07-2011, 05:42:18</strong>
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				Her breathe left her in a rush as his cock slipped passed her nether lips. Her eyes closed at the feel of him inside her, his erection fillng her up. She opened her eyes to him looking down at her, and she could see more than lust looking down at her. She smiled as she wrapped her legs around his waiste, pulling him deeper inside her. <br><br>She had never been happier as she was now, his love shining down on her as he thrust into her. Her hands ran over his body, the feel of his muscles under her hands. <br><br>"Blake, you feel so good," she said, as she arched against him, her feminine curves rubbing against him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xajow</strong> on <strong>01-07-2011, 05:57:48</strong>
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				The woman seemed nearly as sensually oriented as a werewolf. The way she touched him and moved with him, it was extraordinary. How had a human woman ever come to be this way?<br><br>&nbsp;He smiled as she called him Blake. “When we are here, alone,” he said softly, “call me Conall. That is my true name. And now, you have the power to betray me. I trust that you will never use it.” She should know it was his true name. She deserved to. And besides, if they were going to challenge the gods, he might as well go all the way.<br><br>He continued to make himself breathe slowly. He rocked to her body in a manner that let him savor each part of the experience. Each moment of friction between his flesh and hers. Each scent and eddy of air. Each sound from her mouth and every expression on her face. And he had let his wolfen impulses drive his actions enough. Now was time for the man to show his control.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>01-07-2011, 06:16:11</strong>
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				Her breathe came out is small gasps as he moved in and out of her. "Conall," she whispered, as he made love to her, her body taking him in, clenching around his shaft. It was so sweet, the way he was with her right now. <br><br>Her body moved with his, her lifting, meeting his thrusts, as he looked into her eyes. Those green eyes were the prettiest thing she had ever seen, and she knew she wanted to look into them for the rest of her life. <br><br>She pulled him down again, her lips finding his, needing to kiss kiss him. She needed him to know how she felt, how much he made her feel. She loved this man, whether or not she really knew him, she loved him. <br><br>She moaned against his lips, her nails sinking into his back as he pushed into her. "I love you, Conall," she whispered agaisnt his mouth.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xajow</strong> on <strong>01-07-2011, 09:46:10</strong>
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				He heard her whisper his true name, and it was as if he heard the sound of the wings of angels. The way she stared into his eyes, she seemed to study them. He stared back her, watching her, delighting in her every microexpression.<br><br>And then she pulled his head to hers, and down into the scent of her hair and skin. Her mouth pressed to his, and he kissed her hard, leaning to her head and echoing her moan. Then she whispered her love, and used his true name again. To hear it spoken so, after so many ages, it felt like a kiss inside his head.<br><br>Her fingernails pressed to his back with enough force that he finally noticed the pain of the pressure. It made him smile.<br><br>“Shhh. No more talking,” he said softly. “No more thinking. Feel. Just feel.”<br><br>He kissed her mouth to silence any reply she might have. He tried to pour the thick sensation of honey that filled his chest into the kiss, but the sensation seemed unending. He moaned into the kiss and let his lips caress hers as he continued to kiss her.<br><br>His hips never stopped their rocking motion of long and slow repeated thrusts to her tight sex. He left only the head of his erection inside her when he pulled back, and he pushed forward until his hips pressed hard to hers. It was torturous and delicious at the same time. The wolfen part of him wanted him to speed up, but he managed to keep that desire at bay. The pleasure of slowly fucking her was in its own way as intense as a hard fuck.<br><br>Even so, the sensation of her tight sex and the sensation of her magic along his rock hard cock was starting to make his erection throb again. He trembled just slightly as he maintained his control.<br><br>He had told her no more thinking, but his mind was still working. He was thinking about the sex and how good she smelled and how incredible her lips felt. He was thinking about why he seemed to have fallen in love with a woman he actually hardly knew. Had the gods done this? Did it matter? Could they really fight the gods? They had to try.<br><br>He had heard stories when he was a boy that there was one thing the gods feared: the day when mankind would become their own gods. Where other cubs and boys heard the stories of gods and heroes and wanted to be like them, Conall had seen only tyranny. He saw gods who used people, manipulated them, destroyed them, all for whims and games and petty jealousies. The gods were authoritarian, power hungry beings who deserved not worship but scorn.<br><br>If he and Aubrey could overcome the plan of the gods, live their own lives, choose their own destiny, then they would be truly free.<br><br>But all of this passed quickly through his mind. It was hard to focus on any single train of thought except that Aubrey was delicious. He pushed other thoughts away and again poured himself and his new love into the kiss.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>02-07-2011, 19:52:59</strong>
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				Aubrey felt the familiar pressure building as Conall's shaft moved inside her. Her breathe was coming out in short gasps as she arched into him, her legs wrapping around his, pulling his even closer. Her hands ran through his red hair as he kissed her with an intensity she had never felt before. <br><br>Her moans were soft and husky as her tongue danced with his, his body feeling so good atop hers. She had had slow soft sex before, but this, this was different. Conall was different. She was different. <br><br>Being a witch, having magic inside of her, had always been a slight burden. Growing up, her mother had always told her the magic was inside them. For some, it was unleashed, but for others such as her mother, it was left dorment, untouched. It had been that way for the last four generations, the women of her family having to resort to being herbalists and making homemade concoctions. <br><br>But Aubrey had always been different. She had an affinity to animals, and her own potions had an extra little something that gaurenteed they would work. But the day she had felt the power unlock inside her, she had never felt anything like it. <br><br>She had been having that reoccuring nightmare, her body covered in sweat and all of a sudden, the lightbulbs exploded and the power went out. The fear she had felt from the dream had tapped into the hidden magic as a defense. Her ex had been sleeping next to her, and had woke up to Aubrey floating, her skin crackling and magic arching off her body. When he had touched her, he had&nbsp; been thrown across the room. A pack of wolves had surrounded the cabin, their howls eerie in the night. <br><br>She had woken up, everything in chaos, but not remembering anything that had happened except the feeling of raw power flowing through her. Her ex had been freaking out of course and had only stayed for about a month before he had walked out. <br><br>But this man, with a magic all his own, had seen more of her, than anyone had ever had, and here he was, making the sweetest love to her, and telling her he was in love with her. She never thought it possible, that someone could feel that way towards her, returning her feelings. <br><br>And she had always had a special place in her heart for wolves. <br><br>Her body tensed under him, his cock rubbing against the right spot. "Conall!" she cried as she came, her pussy muscles clenching hard around him.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xajow</strong> on <strong>02-07-2011, 21:10:34</strong>
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				At last he heard that one sound that was most beautiful to him, the sound of his name called out by a woman in the throes of pleasure. Only this time the sound meant more to him than it ever had before. This time it was Aubrey’s voice calling out his true name.<br><br>The tight vise-like grip of her sex on his cock forced him to push harder to maintain his slow rhythm. But the increased friction made him shudder. Her magic seemed to dance wildly over his cock.<br><br>“Aubrey,” he moaned softly. “Yesss, cum.” He pushed to her tight pussy, pinning her to the floor over and over.<br><br>His body had begun trembling slightly and now the trembling increased. Controlling himself was difficult and getting more so. Her tight pussy, and her magic pulled on him, called to his deeper instincts. He forced himself to breathe slowly and deeply.<br><br>He remembered the last time he had done this to a woman. He had done it to a woman named Elizabeth. She had not known he was a werewolf. She had been a blind woman of delicate beauty. And she had shown him kindnesses he had not deserved. But eventually the gods had brought their curse to bear on him and someone had discovered what he was. They had come after him, and he had escaped, but only by killing several men. He had carefully returned to Elizabeth’s apartment in the dead of night to see if Elizabeth was okay, and to explain that he would see her no more. Instead he had found her dead. She had been beaten and then stabbed with a wooden stake. Hanging on the stake was piece of paper that said simply, “Monster Lover.”<br><br>The event had been many, many years ago, but the memory came to him unbidden, sharp and clear in every detail. And for some reason he could not hold it back. Yet he did not cry. The motion to Aubrey’s pussy, however, became more meaningful. Maintaining control and continuing his slow fuck seemed extremely important. It was more than merely a sexual action. It was a claiming. It was an expression of adoration. It was an expression of taking Aubrey as his own. More so than the bite marks. Those showed others she was taken. But this, this was for Aubrey. And for him. This memory would stay with him when most others had blurred or faded.<br><br>“Aubrey... Aubrey... Aubrey...” he moaned her name over and over without fully realizing the soft sound was audible and not just in his head. It was a soft, low moan, full of intense love and heady desire. With each push to the witch’s sex, he moaned her name.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>02-07-2011, 21:25:28</strong>
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				The sound of her name on his lips was like music to her ears. She trembled and clenched around him in the after shocks of her orgasm. She could see the strain he was putting on himself, holding back to go slow with her, to love her. She loved that he was doing that for her, but she could sense the wolf warring inside him. The thought of him losing control with her made her body hotter and it tapped into the already slightly cracklin magic beneath her skin. <br><br>She could feel it flowing through her, and it wanted to flow through him as well. She kissed him hard. Biting and sucking on his lower lip. Her hazel eyes met his green ones. <br><br>"Don't hold back, Conall. You can lose control with me. You won't hurt me. You can't. Let yourself be wild, let the wolf out," she whispered against his lips.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xajow</strong> on <strong>03-07-2011, 02:03:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The magic was starting to become painful on his cock. The electric power of her magic almost seemed to pass through his cock. He trembled harder, his body shaking. She encouraged him to give in to his more feral lust. He shook harder.<br><br>The magic seemed to surge through his body. She was calling to his deeper lust. She wanted it. And it was becoming hard and harder to hold back. He growled as he shook. He was losing control. He shook violently as he tried to maintain control. But he was not used to fighting his lust and her magic too.<br><br>He felt the transformation begin. He shook his head. But he could not stop it. Fur began to grow. His chest began to change shape. Feet and hands grew wider and shorter. All the while his thrusting to her sex quickly became hard fast thrusts. Her magic that seemed to give him so much control before now seemed to be stripping it all away. He had never transformed during sex before. It reminded him of when he was young and could barely control the call of the full moon. To lose control so completely was painful. He could not focus. He could not breathe properly. It happened too fast. One sharp pain after another. Soon he could hardly breathe at all from the pain. But almost as soon, he was a huge rust colored wolf, fucking the human witch below him.<br><br>His breath came back with a roar. His body was still trembling. He refused to give in entirely to the wolf lust. But the magic was making that difficult. The magic wanted more. He felt himself falling as he descended into a primal wolf mode. His fur darkened. His body thrust madly to her tight pussy. He could hardly think. He struggled to overcome the impulse and the hungry need to keep thrusting down to the incredibly tight pussy below him to remember who was below him.<br><br>Aubrey, Aubrey, Aubrey, he thought. He clung to that thought. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>03-07-2011, 05:08:24</strong>
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				Aubrey's eyes widened as Conall shifted on top of her. His wolven cock was still inside her and she could feel him straining to not pound into her, lost in his wolven lust. It was her fault he was like this, once again, unable to control her power. She breathed deep, the air slowly flowing in and out of her lungs, trying to center herself as her hands ran through his fur and rubbed behind his ears.<br><br>Her hazel eyes met his and she concentrated, slowly pulling the magic back into herself. "Come back to me, Conall. You can control it. Work with me, love. Be right here with me. Push the power into me as I pull it back."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xajow</strong> on <strong>03-07-2011, 19:59:43</strong>
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				Trying to listen to Aubrey talk was a distraction. She said his name. The magic seemed to lessen a little. He felt as though he gained a little more control. But to change again so quickly would be hard. But he could go half way now. Yes, he thought, try just half way.<br><br>He had to force himself to stop fucking her first. She felt so good. Hard cock moving inside her tight, warm, wet pussy. Felt so good. He struggled to stop. He made himself take a step back and pull out of her. He was then better able to concentrate.<br><br>He focused his thoughts on the half-man, half-wolf form. He slowed his breathing. He closed his eyes. At first, nothing happened. But then he began to change. The fur began to slowly shorten. His limbs and torso began to change shape. Gradually he felt himself gain some control over his impulses. The paws of his forelegs became hands as the legs themselves became arms. His hind legs became more human in shape. His face changed last. The snout shortened and his nose changed shape. His face became mostly human, though covered in fur, with a hint of his snout.<br><br>He blinked at Aubrey. His eyes were green.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>03-07-2011, 20:14:52</strong>
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				She sighed in relief as he shifted to a half state. He had had to pull out of her to concentrate and she felt the slight push of power as he closed his eyes and concentrated calling the shift to him. When his eyes opened, she was looking into that familiar green. She smled.<br><br>"That's better," she whispered, her hands sliding over his furred shoulders up to his face. Her fingers slid into the soft fur and she arched up into him once more, her wet pussy rubbing against him. "Come back to me," she cooed, pushing herself up a little, her tongue slipping out to swipe over his lips.<br><br>She liked him like this, wild and feral. He was bigger in this form, and she wanted to feel him pushing his huge cock inside her. A hand dropped to her breast and pinched a nipple before sliding down her stomach to dip into her warm wet pussy. Bringing her now wet fingers to his mouth, she blushed slightly, not believing she was doing what she was about to do. <br><br>"Taste me, Conall. Fuck me. I am yours to do as you please."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xajow</strong> on <strong>04-07-2011, 05:03:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The woman was tempting him again. He felt her rub herself against his engorged cock. She licked his lips. Every touch brimming with magic. And then she held her fingers before his face, the scent of her arousal very strong on them.<br><br>He looked at her fingers. They were wet with her honeyed juices. He stuck out his tongue and licked her finger. She tasted like nectar. He sucked her fingers into his mouth as she requested he fuck her.<br><br>Once more, the woman was overwhelming his senses. He could smell only her. He tasted her sweet flesh and sweeter juices. He stared at her beautiful face. He felt her body beneath him. He heard her breaths and her moans.<br><br>This time his transformation had left him with a face closer to human than to wolf. But it felt strange. He was not sure he could form words. He lifted his mouth from her hand, letting her fingers slide past his lips.<br><br>“Mmm,” he said. “My. Mine.” The voice was low and rumbled like a growl. “Mine. Au... Aubrey mine.”<br><br>He smiled a little and looked down her body. He moved down a bit, back from her pussy just a little. He lowered his hips and made sure his cock was pointed at her sex. Then her looked at her chest which, in his new position, was nearer to his mouth. He curled his back and pushed his now thicker cock into her pussy. Which made him moan as he dragged his tongue over her left breast, deliberately caressing her nipple.<br><br>He began fucking her slowly once more. His cock would pull out of her and plunge back in again. The sensation made him moan constantly as he licked her chest with his tongue. He felt her magic ripple along his erection each time he pushed into her. He had a strange sensation as though some of the magic stayed with his cock each time he drew back. He also felt her magic along his tongue. It seemed to flow from her pores and he lapped at it. It seemed savory and he began to feel it stick to his furry face.<br><br>He grew hungrier for the taste of her magic and her flesh. His licking became rougher. His licking tongue pressed harder to her breasts. His slow fucking began to speed up. Soon he was grunting and growling as he swiftly pumped his cock to her over and over.<br><br>“Mmmine...” he growled between licks. “Aubrey mine.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>04-07-2011, 21:32:23</strong>
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				His now bigger cock filled her to the point of pain, but when he began to move her juices coated him perfectly and she adjusted to his new size. He began licking at her breasts and she thought she was going to lose it again, but she managed to keep her magic tampered down. She didn't want to hurt him again or send him into a shift forcefully. <br><br>As he fucked and licked her, she heard him growl her name and the word mine that she was coming to love hearing from his lips. <br><br>"Yours," she whispered as her nails dug into his arms. His speed began to pick up and that huge cock was rubbing her g-spot, causing her to arch into him even more. This was beyond regular sex at this pont. She could feel each of their magic combining into one as it rippled over her skin and he bathed in it. Little shocks bounced over her hitting sensitive spots, causing her moans to get louder and her pants faster. Her legs wrapped hard around him body as her head was thrown back and she screamed, the orgasm practically ripping her in half as he slammed into her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xajow</strong> on <strong>05-07-2011, 00:21:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He felt her magic recede a little, but that only made him lick her breasts all the harder. Her pussy was tighter than ever, and he felt it clenching him. Pushing into her became a wild mixture of pleasure, pain and magic.<br><br>Suddenly his senses were assaulted. It was like nothing he had ever experienced before. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling herself up to his cock. Her pussy tightened as if it meant to hold his cock forever. Her scream was primal and painful to his ears. But it was the onslaught of her magic that seemed beyond his comprehension.<br><br>As she screamed, he was enveloped in her magic. It was as if she&nbsp; were gripping him with her whole being. The magic was thick about him. It crackled and buzzed. He could do more than feel it. He could hear it and taste it. He could even almost see it. But he only had a moment for that.<br><br>His sight exploded with dancing points of light that seemed to make everything white hot. Thick, hot semen was erupting from his cock and the orgasm was harder and more intense than any he had known before. His body arched to hers, burying his thick, throbbing cock deep inside her. His mouth was open but no sound came out. His body trembled. And for several minutes, there was nothing to the world but the orgasm.<br><br>When it was done, he was spent. Completely. He shook and then collapsed on top of Aubrey. His breathing was shallow. His muscles still slightly trembled with exhaustion. Occasionally a hard shudder would pass through him. His eyes were closed and he was unconscious.<br><br>Under his eyelids, his eyes changed colors. Yellow and green and blue flickered in his irises. White and black and violet swirled through his sclera. His fur changed slowly from red to black to indigo and back again. Her magic enveloped him, crackling almost angrily, arcing and dancing over his flesh, sometimes arcing from his body to hers.<br><br>Eventually, some minutes later, the magic seemed to subside. It seeped into him or returned to her. The blaze on his snout and the streak on his chest that had been black, were now blood red. The rest of his fur was now a dark indigo, almost black. The sclera of his eyes had returned to white, but his irises were now the color of turquoise. His half wolf and half man form was now also slightly taller. <br><br>Several more minutes would pass before he returned to consciousness. He blinked his eyes, and was as yet wholly unaware of his physical changes.<br><br>“Wow,” he said with a horse voice and a dry mouth. “Wh-water.”<br><br>He moved his arm, but it felt heavy and clumsy, and seemed to ache all the way to bone.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>05-07-2011, 00:58:37</strong>
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				Aubrey couldn't move and could barely breath after the intensity of the orgasm. Her eyes were closed as she panted and it didn't help that Conall's full weight was on top of her. Opening her eyes, she gasped. He looked completely different. Her red wolf was now a black wolf with turqouise eyes and the bits of color on his nose and snout were a deep blood red. <br><br>Reaching out, she ran her hands gently over his face, running her fingers over the soft fur. She felt her magic find that place inside her and settle down, like it was it's own being, curling up to settle in for the night. Then he gasped for water. <br><br>She placed her hands on his chest, but she had no energy to move him off of her. "Conall, I can't get you any water if your laying on me. I can't move." She laughed lovingly.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xajow</strong> on <strong>05-07-2011, 21:35:54</strong>
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				He slowly began to regain a sense of where he was. He was still on top of Aubrey. He tried to put his palm on the floor, but banged the heel of his hand against the floor. He tried again and manged to get the palm of his hand flat on the floor. He pushed with his arm and rolled his body off of her.<br><br>He ached all over, the way he might after a transformation. Though that ache usually faded quickly. This one was lingering. He became aware of magic still rippling through him. It was on a circuit, like his blood, moving through his torso and limbs over and over. His body’s natural abilities of adaptation and healing were still dealing with it.<br><br>He wondered if that was why he felt so heavy. He lifted an arm up to hold his hand before his face, and the arm moved slowly, as if it were also lifting a metal weight. He wiggled his fingers before his eyes. It was like looking at someone else’s hand. He could barely feel his fingers, and they were the wrong color. They were black. He knew his fur was red. This fur was black. He slowly turned his head. His whole arm was covered in black fur. He lifted his head, even though it felt as if it were weighted down with lead. He looked at his body. Black fur. No, not black. Not quite black. Indigo. <br><br>He was careful to lay his head down slowly, lest the heaviness slam his head down. He had heard of werewolves changing the color of their fur or having it changed, but he had never experienced it. He had heard stories as a boy about the legendary Knife-Claw warriors. Supposedly they were the deadliest wolfen ever, and protected High King Dwyn. The story was told that the Knife-Claw warriors would pass through a ceremony where in they would give themselves over to the gods and be transformed. It was said High King Dwyn had started it, with a fast and then a spirit walk. He had been changed from a wolfen of gray fur to one of dark red fur. His mate, the High Queen Agra had followed. She too became a wolf of dark red fur. The fur of the Knife-Claw warriors became white. This was the story that sprang most immediately to Conall’s mind. He could not recall any story of a wolf getting black or indigo fur.<br><br>He attempted to sit up. He slowly bent at the waist and looked over his body. Dark indigo fur all over. He turned his head to his left shoulder. The tattoo actually still had black fur over it, but the difference in color was subtle. He put his palms on the floor and attempted to stand up. He bent his knees to get his feet planted on the floor, but banged his heels on the floor. He tried again, and got his feet planted, but in trying to lift his heavy body, his left foot slipped and he fell on his ass.<br><br>He looked over his body again. Something else was different. He was taller. His limbs were not the same length they were before. He felt a little like a teenager trying adjust to body that grew faster than he could adapt.<br><br>He decided to stay sitting on the floor and wait for water. He crossed his legs and rubbed his face. What had happened to him, he wondered. How many more changes were going to happen? 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>06-07-2011, 04:37:40</strong>
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				Aubrey managed to stand and stumble her way to the kitchen. She could still feel the magic thrumming through her. She didn't know what it was about Conall that made her magic go crazy, but apparently it affected him as well. When she had cum, his whole appearence had changed in his half wolf half man state. Fur and eye color. She honestly had no idea what was happening to them.<br><br>She grabbed a glass from the cabinet and filled it with ice and water, before slowly walking back to the living area. Her whole body was a giant ache, and she was suprised she could even walk at all at this point. <br><br>She frowned as she saw him sitting with his head in his hands, his body still covered in that deep bluish black fur. She hate that her magic hurt him. During the sex, he seemed fine but afterwards, it always seemed to take it's toll on him. <br><br>Suddenly, a sharp pain flew through her left arm like someone was stabbing her reapeatedly with a steak knife, the serrated edge sawing and cutting at her. She dropped the glass and it shattered as it crashed to the ground. The pain brought her to her knees and a cry of pain escaped her lips. Before her eyes, tribal swirls much like the tattoo on Conall's arms marred her skin, and it felt as if her flesh was being flayed off, the burning was so intense. <br><br>"Holy shit," she gasped as it traveled down her shoulder and arm. She held her arm against her chest as the tattoo wound itself around her arm, and she noticed there was a face of a wolf in the center of her bicep now, which was surrounded by the swirls so much like Conall's.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xajow</strong> on <strong>06-07-2011, 08:00:13</strong>
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				The weight of his limbs no longer mattered as he lifted his head and saw her drop the glass and sink to her knees. He was at her side in a moment. But magic was at work, and she seemed to be gaining a strange tattoo that seemed like his own. There was soon a wolf’s head in the midst of the swirls, and he wondered what that meant.<br><br>“Aubrey....” he said in his rumbling voice. “What’s happening?”<br><br>He paid no attention to the piece of broken glass that was in the side of his foot. He was focused entirely on Aubrey.<br><br>“What does this mean?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>06-07-2011, 08:20:13</strong>
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				She was gritting her teeth still as Conall asked her what was happening to them. Her eyes were on her own tattoo again, and the wolf's face amidst the design. What was it with her magic and wolves? Then suddenly, it clicked. <br><br>"A wolf is my familiar. You are my familiar. It makes sense. My magic controls yours and your magic controls mine. That's why the wolves came to me when I came into my powers. And that's why you are here now." She shook her head at his blank expression as he looked at her. <br><br>"The Goddess Hecate bestows upon a witch a creature who can help balance her magic. I attract wolves. Which is how you came to be here. Apparently, our Gods are working together, which is why we are now mated. Why this happened, I don't know. All I know is that you help control my power and it loves to connect with yours."<br><br>Her mind was whiring as questions and answers flew through her head. She looked back at him, her eyes meeting his. "Are you able to shift back to human form?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xajow</strong> on <strong>06-07-2011, 10:17:21</strong>
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				He did not quite know what she meant by her familiar. Then she said he was there because... He wasn’t sure. She explained it but he was not sure he understood. The ways of witches was something about which he only had bits of information. He understood the gods as much as any mortal might, and the elements he knew. Witchcraft was something else. Whatever Aubrey was trying to tell him, it had something to do with the reason they were drawn to each other.<br><br>The gods were working together. That did not sound good. That usually meant big, big trouble. Bigger than even he had faced before. But who could tell with the gods? Maybe they were having a lark.<br><br>She asked if he could shift back to human form. He nodded. He should be able to. Though had been doing an awful lot of shapechanging lately. It used up massive amounts of energy. The way his body ached, he could probably get through one more transformation, but it would be difficult.<br><br>“I can try,” he said. “But I ache. And something is very different. I don’t know what is going on. This may take a while.” He shrugged. “I just don’t know at this point what is going to happen.” He gestured to his body. “This has never happened to me before. And I think there is more to this than we see.”<br><br>He stood and realized there was piece of glass in his foot. He realized there was glass all over the floor. He pulled the glass from his foot. It was not in deep. He stepped carefully away from Aubrey. He did not know what would happen. He did not want her to get hurt.<br><br>He closed his eyes and began to concentrate.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>06-07-2011, 17:50:46</strong>
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				Aubrey watched as he stood and concentrated, then the familiar tingle of his magic jumped over her skin. She liked the feeling. His magic was so different from her own, like it had it's own flavor and taste. She loved that about him.<br><br>She felt her own magic respond in kind, slithering out to entwine with his, helping him, giving him that extra oomph to make the shift easier with no pain.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xajow</strong> on <strong>06-07-2011, 18:56:57</strong>
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				As he began to concentrate, he felt something new. The magic that seemed to cycle inside him suddenly felt like it enveloped him, and it tingled all over his skin. After a minute or two, the tingling vanished. He knew it was not nearly enough time for a transformation, but he opened his eyes to see if the magic had done something new. And it had.<br><br>He was in full human form already. But that was not possible. He had barely felt any change, and the transformation could not have happened that fast. And yet it had.<br><br>He looked over his body. The fur was gone, though his skin was darker. The tattoo was still there on the left side of his chest and his left arm. He blinked slowly. He looked at Aubry with his amazement clearly visible on his face.<br><br>He rushed past her to the bathroom to look in the mirror. Emerald green eyes looked back at him. His red hair had become a darker, more coppery red. And it seemed longer.<br><br>He turned to find Aubrey.<br><br>“This can’t happen. This doesn’t happen. This is not possible. No one can transform like this. This is incredible.”<br><br>He walked out of the bathroom and stopped. He closed his eyes and concentrated. Again he felt the magic tingle over his skin for a couple of minutes. He opened bright yellow eyes and looked around. He was in wolf form. His fur was indigo, and the blood red blaze on his snout was more pronounced than it had been in his half man half wolf form. He felt larger. He was nearly size of a full grown bear.<br><br>He closed his eyes and simply though about the form he wanted. The magic tingled for a couple of minutes, and he opened his turquoise eyes. He looked down as a humanoid body covered in indigo fur.<br><br>He thought about changing again, and left his eyes open this time. He watched the fur shrink and vanish, giving way to his hairless skin. The color of his irises flickered and turned to emerald green.<br><br>He looked to Aubry.<br><br>“This is amazing. I’ve never even heard about something like this. Did you do this? I know your magic did, but I mean, did you do this on purpose? How is this possible? Does your arm still hurt? Who is Hecate? Did she do this? What wolves came to you and when? Can you believe this? I’m not losing my mind am I? This is really happening, isn’t it? Is your arm okay?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>07-07-2011, 01:04:12</strong>
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				Aubrey stood and placed her hands on Conall's face making him look at her. "Whoa, calm down. I know this is a lot, and I have questions, too, but relax okay?" Grabbing his hand, she pulled him to the couch and push him down to sit on it, then she followed sitting beside him, her body turned so she could face him. <br><br>"Okay, now, I didn't do any of this on purpose. All I did was take a wounded man in into my home. I have no idea what is happening to us. This," she moved her hand between them to emphasize, "I don't know why you are here except for maybe the fact that like I said before, wolves are my familiar. <br><br>"A familiar is an apprentice of sorts to a witch. They help her channel her energy, allowing her to put it into various spells and potions. Now, when I came into my powers, I had been having my nightmare, and I guess my fear tapped into the power inside me. Basically, everything around me went crazy, and when I came to, there was a pack of wolves gathered around the house. All I had to do was walk outside and tell them to leave, and they did. No growling or snarling, just an understanding and obediance. <br><br>"Hecate is the great mother, the Goddess that witches and wiccans serve and pray to. She is the one who chooses who has her power and what animal they receive. Her magic is a gift, and used unwisely, it can kill the user. <br><br>"It all makes sense in a way. The way I am able to control my power a lot better now, and how you happen to be a werewolf. My power seeks you out. I can feel your magic on me like fingers on my skin and my own magic curls around it, wanting to become one. <br><br>"As for why we were chosen for this, I don not know. And this tattoo thing is weird to me. I have never heard of anything like it happening before. Perhaps you know something about it? In your history?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xajow</strong> on <strong>07-07-2011, 04:45:06</strong>
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				“Did you know, Aubrey, that your mouth is simply gorgeous. Your lips are amazingly sexy. Wow.”<br><br>His mind was running full open. So many thoughts and ideas cascading over one another. She said wolves came to her house. Grey wolves? Red wolves? How did the wolves know? Hecate was a goddess. Did she like wolves? Did she like werewolves? Was she goddess seemingly inside Aubrey? Or did she just give Aubrey the powers of a goddess of magic? Aubrey said she felt his magic on her. His magic? He was just a werewolf. Not a wizard. But what if a werewolf was a wizard? What if a wizard was a werewolf? What if a wolfen had magic he didn’t know about? What if a magic had a wolfen he didn’t know about. Tattoos. History. Tattoos in history. Tattoos in wolfen history.<br><br>“By the seven gables on the seven houses of the seven sacred hills.”<br><br>He reeled as his mind came to a sudden focus. The whole room seemed to tilt and he blinked several times.<br><br>“Whoa.” His mouth felt dry. “Can I get some water?”<br><br>Why hadn’t he seen it before?<br><br>“Okay, this story is a little bit history and a little bit myth. I have no idea how much of it is true and how much is not. All I can do is tell it as I remember. But I was only a lad when I learned it, so some of the details may be kinda fuzzy.<br><br>“So back in the time when elves and fae still roamed the world, there was a clan of elves, the Vulfir, who had chosen the wolf as their symbol. They were brutal and strong. They could have ruled many of the other clans, but they chose to leave other elves alone. The priests of the clan claimed they served a great tribe of gods who were at once wolves and gods.<br><br>“Now, while other elves marked themselves with tattoos of power and protection and on and on, only the Vulfir and the Erda did not. The Erda used paint or mud that would dye the skin. The Vulfir used no markings at all, and were considered heretics by most other tribes.<br><br>“Um... the long history of other tribes all vying for the position of the most powerful, irrelevant right now. Uh... One elf tribe, the Tygri had risen up and was taking other tribes by negotiation or by force. Some tribes asked the Vulfir for help. The Vulfir provided none.<br><br>“But the priests knew that a war was coming their way. The Tygri would one day turn their eyes to the Vulfir. So the priests began to hunt for a way to make the Vulfir tribe stronger. They searched ancient documents. They disguised themselves and went to the writings of other tribes to hunt for clues. One priest, Ur, believed this was the time of prophecy, when the Vulfir would become like the gods they worshiped. He hunted for anything at all that would help make that occur.<br><br>“Ur found a legend of an elf that had learned to transform himself into various animals, an eagle, a salmon, a lion and a python. Ur began to look for the clues as to how the legendary elf, known only as Blind Tree, had accomplished the feat, but the records were incomplete. So Ur set out to discover his own way.<br><br>“What he discovered was another ancient story. There was an elf who had sought unity with nature. And that elf had found a potent symbol to use to bring him into unity with nature. The legend says the elf one day planted himself in the ground and became a tree. Again Ur hunted for the clues. This time, he found what he wanted.<br><br>“Away he scurries to the priests of the tribe, and explains what he has found. The priests become divided. Some agree with Ur. Other insist that trying to achieve status equal with the gods is vanity and foolishness that can only lead to destruction.<br><br>“Ur and a pair of other priests decide to try their plan. They capture some wolves first, and using the symbol of unity, Ur tries to gain the strength of the wolf. It almost works. Ur dies in the process. The priests who helped him tell the rest of the priests. More priests become convinced this the path and the time of prophecy. By now, word had leaked to the rest of the tribe, and people are clamoring for this new power that will make them strong like the gods. And at the same time, word comes that the Tygri will soon be making their move against the Vulfir.<br><br>“The priests feel their hand is forced. They must attempt this new thing. All, except a priest known only as Gn, set themselves to the task of discovering what went wrong with Ur’s attempt. Gn disappears and is never heard from again. Or something like that.<br><br>“Anyway, the priest known as Re is the one who figures it out.... Or was it Bu? I don’t know. Anyway, one of them figures it out. The symbol must be tattooed. Some Vulfir refuse. Many others are willing to accept it to be like the gods. And so the priests begin. Vulfir begin to be tattooed. And they are paired with wolves. And the ceremonies are held for vast segments of the tribe.<br><br>“But then the gods take notice. They see what is happening. Priests are struck down by powers they cannot control. The ceremonies are unfinished. Instead of a full unity, the Vulfir who have been through the process become the first werewolves.<br><br>“And in that is their doom. They Tygri no longer need to conquor the Vulfir, because the other elves cast out the Vulfir. The Vulfir are branded abominations and rejected outright. And so the fate of the werewolves was sealed. To be outcasts for all time.<br><br>“Now I don’t know for certain that these tattoos are the symbol of unity. They may be something else. But I would guess that at the very least, they have similar meaning. And the were given to us for a reason.<br><br>“And that worries me. The gods never play fair. Something is coming. We didn’t get this because we’re good people and gods like us.&nbsp; Something is expected of us. Maybe not today or tomorrow. Maybe not for years. I don’t know. I will tell you what I do know. When the bill comes due, we will not like the price.<br><br>“Any chance I could get that water now?<br><br>“By the seven halls, your legs are pretty.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>08-07-2011, 01:54:55</strong>
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				She tried to focus on the story, but he made it hard with the way he looked he looked at her. She couldn't recall hearing anything about elves or fae in witch history, but being that her mother nad gramdmother had taught her what they knew, and they didn't have the power she did, it wouldn't surprise her if they hadn't known very much at all. <br><br>She was surprised to know that werewolves were based off shapeshifting elves, but everything has to start somewhere. Witches probably began the same way. It didn't help that she knew nothing of her father. <br><br>Her mother had never talked about him and when she had asked, she had quickly changed the subject. She was beginning to believe waht was happening to her had a good connection with that man. She frowned. First things would make sense then something else would come into the equation and mess everything up. <br><br>Her eyebrows furrowed as she frowned. "I wish I could figure this out. I'm starting to believe that I actually don't have a clue whatsoever about what is happening to us. All that I can see at this moment is that the sex is phenominal between us and in such a short time, I have come to have feelings for you. I get that wolves are my familiar but why? What am I supposed to do?"<br><br>Her hands went to her head, her index and middle finger rubbing her temples. She was starting to get a headache. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xajow</strong> on <strong>08-07-2011, 03:55:52</strong>
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				“If there is anything I have learned, it’s to stop trying to figure out what one is supposed to do.”<br><br>He smiled at her. He was obviously not getting any water.<br><br>“Come here, beautiful.” He gently turned her and pulled her back to his chest. He lifted his hands and began to massage her temples. “Take deep breaths. Relax, Aubrey. We’ll figure this out.”<br><br>He closed his eyes as his fingers continued to rub her temples. He inhaled her scent and sighed happily. He began to think about her breasts. His hands stayed at her temples, but he imagined holding her breasts and massaging her firm flesh. He felt a slight tingling sensation, as magic seemed to move down his arms. <br><br>He felt an odd sensation, almost as if he had a second pair of arms and hands. He could see them in his mind’s eye. One set of hands at her head, while the other set was on her breasts, squeezing and kneading her warm mounds of flesh.<br><br>His eyes were still closed as he continued to think about Aubrey. He was trying to focus on helping her calm down, but he was starting become more fully aroused. His was very aware of her warmth and soft skin against his cock.<br><br>Was he imagining this, or was he doing something new? The sensation from the hands he was imagining felt incredibly real. But they could not be real. But if they were....<br><br>He opened his eyes slowly, as his heartbeat increased and he felt as though her were about to he were about to panic. He did not see any extra arms, but her breasts looked like something was pressing against them. His actual hands were still up massaging her temples. The imagined hands seemed to somehow be real, even though he could not see them.<br><br>It was then that he realized he did not know how to stop this.<br><br>He imagined the ‘ghost’ hands stopped touching her breasts, and he felt they did. But the second set of arms and hands were still there. He could feel the tingling continue. He could touch her with them still.<br><br>His heart started racing. His breathing became more shallow.<br><br>“What... what is going on? Do you feel that?”<br><br>He thought of his imaginary right hand touching her right breast.<br><br>“Do you feel that?” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>08-07-2011, 04:17:42</strong>
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				Aubrey sighed in contentment as Conall rubbed her temples, then the sweet massaging moved to her breasts, the light buzz of magic on her skin. She laid her head back on his shoulder, pushing her soft breasts more fully into his hands. Then through the fuzz of the headache she had, she heard his voice but not what he was saying.<br><br>"Hmmmm? Feel what?" She opened her eyes and turned her head to look at him. Then she noticed his hands were still on her head. She glanced down seeing that some kind of invisible force was pressing against her breast. She looked back at him and saw his bewildered expression.<br><br>"It seems you can manipulate the magic like I can." She smiled, as she felt the erection pressing against her back. She thought about stroking her hand up and down his hard shaft and felt the magic push away from her, feeling it wrap around his hardness like a hand. "See? Although why you can do it now is strange, but I don't mind," she purred. Unfortunately, as good as it felt, her headache was worsening. She grimaced at a sudden blast of pain. "Maybe I should cool the magic using," she said pulling it back into her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xajow</strong> on <strong>08-07-2011, 04:45:26</strong>
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				He shook his head. He forced himself to breathe slow. He needed to not panic. He focused on her temples. He focused on her head. He focused on helping her head. If only he could reach in and ease whatever was troubling her.<br><br>Then the buzzing started. It was faint at first, and slowly grew louder. It almost seemed like an approaching bee swarm. Only the louder it got the more painful it became. It was a thousand sharp pains stabbing his brain over and over.<br><br>He tried to pull his hands away but at first they did not move. The buzzing got louder. The pain got worse.<br><br>“What... what’s happening... what is in your head... stop.... make it stop....”<br><br>Finally his hands pulled away from her head. And immediately they went to his head. He grunted loudly. The pain seemed to be intense for a moment more before starting to slowly fade.<br><br>“Gods in their heavens, we’re sharing magic. I’ve got something of yours. Some magic... some something. But I don’t know what I’m d-”<br><br>And then the realization hit him like a brick.<br><br>“No. No. It’s not possible. Yes it is. We’re sharing. Oh gods.”<br><br>“Aubrey... I... You’re... That is... You’re going to become a werewolf.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>08-07-2011, 05:33:10</strong>
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				She pushed away from him, the pain in her head now gone. She had felt him, felt him inside her head and then the pain was pulled away form her. But what had he just said?<br><br>"What? How? What are you saying?"<br><br>She understood that he was sharing her power but she couldn't possibly... There was no way she could... A blast of pain erupted in her head again and she was overcome with nausea. She bent forward, her head between her knees, as she tried to pull in fresh breaths of air. <br><br>"What in the name of the Goddess is happening to me?" <br><br>Before Conall or even herself could answer, a loud knock sounded on the door.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xajow</strong> on <strong>08-07-2011, 07:32:27</strong>
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				That Aubrey was starting to experience the first pangs of an initial transformation was now obvious to him. He should have seen it before, but he simply had not expected it. But then if he had learned anything in the last 24 hours, it was to expect the impossible.<br><br>Unfortunately, before he could answer her question, there was a knock on the front door. It was a loud angry knock. And the scent coming from the direction of the door was that of an angry male.<br><br>“Oh great. Just what we need.”<br><br>The scent was making Conall wary. Something was off. Why would an angry man show up at Aubrey’s door? The ex.<br><br>The pounding on the door was louder this time.<br><br>Conall looked at himself. Naked. Great. So now what? Aubrey was starting to feel the draw of the moon. It would be completely full in another night. Why, oh why, had he not seen this coming?<br><br>“Aubrey, listen to me. I don’t mean anything personal by what I am about to do. But I have to distract you to help you not think about the pain of the transformation that is coming. And I can’t slap your face, because very likely the man at the door,” who at that moment pounded on the door as if he intended to break it down, “is your ex. Which is also why you need to be alert. So don’t get mad at me.”<br><br>He pulled Aubrey over his lap and slapped her ass hard. He leaned down to look at her face a moment. Then he slapped her ass twice more. He looked at her face again and then he helped her stand up.<br><br>“Now focus. Tell him you’re coming. Pull on some pants and a shirt. And answer the door. Now. Go.”<br><br>He released her and took a deep breath. He hoped the angry man, who seemed to be getting angrier, had not heard any of what just happened.<br><br>Conall walked over to the door. Tempted as he was to open it, he knew that would be a bad idea. He took another deep breath. He needed to stay calm. The scents he was detecting, however, were making him want to fight whoever was on the other side the door. He wanted to protect Aubrey from who ever this was. He also wanted to transform, but full wolf form would make controlling his reactions more difficult. Aubrey was close to losing control, and she was going to him to be able to think and react quickly. And Conall doubted the man would understand his half wolf half man form. So full naked man form was really the only choice left. <br><br>He sighed and forced himself to relax. Conall stood where he would not be seen immediately when the door opened, and waited for Aubrey.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>08-07-2011, 19:09:28</strong>
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				The slaps on her ass took her by surprise and her mind concentrated on the sting instead of the pain in her head. Instantly she felt her body heaten as moisture pooled between her legs. She blushed but was quick to recover. <br><br>"I'm coming, hold on a second," she hollered at the door. <br><br>"Aubrey open the fucking door!" She paused a second at the voice. Great. Her ex. Why the hell would Derek have come back?<br><br>She hurried to her bedroom and slipped on one of her flowing skirts and a tank top. She didn't have time to deal with a bra, but she managed to find a large pair of sweats in a man's size that would fit Conall. <br><br>Walking out of the room, she tossed the pants to Conall. It was a shame, the man looked pretty damn good naked, but now was not the time for that. She tried as best she could to straighten up her hair before grabbing the door knob. With a deep breath, she turned the knob and pulled the door open. <br><br>"Why haven't you been to deliver your products today? You know that store depends on your dumb voodoo shit. You're costing me money." No hello, how have you been, just straight down to business. And Derek of course owned the herbalist shop in town that she sold her tinctures and potions to. He actually owned quite a bit of the properties in the small town. <br><br>"Look, Derek, I haven't been feeling well and haven't been able to leave the house today." At that moment another shot of pain hit her head causing her to grimace.<br><br>"Bullshit, you just want to fuck me over," he said as he grabbed her arm and got in her face. "You will have twice the product there tomorrow or I will burn this cabin down and let everyone know about your satan worshipping."<br><br>Her eyes widened at the threat. She didn't know what had made him so bitter but after he had left, this was how he acted towards her. "I do not worship satan."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xajow</strong> on <strong>08-07-2011, 20:52:03</strong>
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				Conall hurried to put on the sweat pants as Aubrey opened the door. He had seen the look on her face as she tossed the garment to him. He smiled a little, but his attention was quickly back on the man who increasingly seemed to be a threat.<br><br>Conall stayed out of sight as Aubrey opened the door. And almost immediately the man on the other side of the door proved to be a rude fellow. As Aubrey replied to the man called Derek, Conall could sense again that she was suffering from pre-transformation. This was not going to end well.<br><br>But Conall tried to stay back. He doubted that his appearance would calm the man Derek. But he could smell the jump in aggression. And the man’s threat went too far. He would not stand for this, or let Aubrey be manhandled in her state.<br><br>Conall made no attempt to smile as he stepped forward. He locked eyes with the man Derek.<br><br>“Let go of Aubrey and back away.” Conall struggled to keep his words from being too much of a growl. “I assure you that of all the things you want in this world, hurting her is not among them. But leaving now is.” He kept his tone calm and even. “Now,” he commanded, “let Aubrey go and back away.” He stared into the other man’s eyes relentlessly.<br><br>Conall’s body seemed relaxed and loose. But his muscles were held in tension. He was ready to move in an instant.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>09-07-2011, 08:57:11</strong>
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				Derek pushed Aubrey out of the way to stand before Conall. It was a rather hard shove, and Subrey found herself stumbling over her feet, but managed to right herself. She apparently moved to fast as another wave of nausea hit her causing her to put her hands on her knees. The room was starting to spin and she was tired all of a sudden. So damn tired. She just wanted to go to bed. <br><br>"Who the fuck are you, pretty boy?" Derek sneered at Conall, puffing up his chest since Conall was bigger than him in height and width. "You fucking her? You know that little bitch is a witch?"<br><br>Aubrey had had about enough. "Oh, for fuck's sake, Derek. Yes, he knows now get the hell out of my house. I don't want to deal with your bullshit today. The tinctures will be there tomorrow, now just leave me alone."<br><br>Derek turned towards her surprised that she had talked to him like that. She was a little surprised herself. She usually never talked that way, but she could feel something inside her, aching to come out and she was tired and annoyed and just wanted to be left the fuck alone. <br><br>"Who the fuck do you thing you're talking to like that?" he said as he began to walk towards her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xajow</strong> on <strong>09-07-2011, 10:24:05</strong>
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				Conall could hold himself back only for so long. He grabbed the arm of the man Derek and turned the man back.<br><br>“I suggested a moment ago that leaving is something you want to do. Now I’m telling you. Leaving is something you need to do.”<br><br>Conall’s hand was gripping Derek’s arm like a vise. Conall walked through the front door, forcing Derek to follow by walking backwards. Despite Derek’s protests and attempts to escape Conall’s grasp, Conall continued walking until he and Derek were several yards from the front door. It was at that point, Conall let go of Derek’s arm and shoved Derek’s chest backward. Derek fell on his ass. Conall put his foot on Derek’s chest and held Derek down.<br><br>“I’m only going to explain this one time, so listen close. You are not welcome here. Leave now and never come back. You will get your potions when we are prepared to deliver them. <br><br>“Do not return here. We are peaceful, calm people, and we like peace and calm. You disturb our peace and calm. We don’t like that. We have been extremely patient with you. A mistake that will not occur again.<br><br>“And just so there is no misunderstanding between us, we don’t like you. Aubrey doesn’t like you. And I especially don’t like you. So if you come here again, disturb again our peace and calm with the vexatious presence of your hideous, putrid, wretched, loathsome and malodorous body, we will not be held responsible for the consequences. And trust me, the consequences will not be something you will enjoy.<br><br>“I’d ask you if you understand me, cretin, but you seem to have trouble with simple English. So I’ll try to put this in words your imbecilic brain can grasp. Listen carefully.<br><br>“This is your only warning, asshole. DO NOT EVER FUCKING COME BACK!”<br><br>Having shown what he considered to be admirable and significant restraint, Conall took his foot off of Derek’s chest, turned and began to walk back to the house. When he heard Derek stand up but not leaving, Conall willed himself to change into his half wolf half man form as he turned around. He opened his mouth and let out loud and angry roar.<br><br>As Derek ran away, Conall walked back to the house. He willed himself back to full man form and stepped into the house and over to Aubrey. He knelt down beside her.<br><br>“Come with me, beautiful one.” He spoke to her tenderly as his arms gathered her up and held her to his chest. “I need to explain something to you.”<br><br>He lifted Aubrey up and carried her to her bedroom. He laid her gently down on her bed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>09-07-2011, 19:20:14</strong>
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				Aubrey let Conall take her to bed. She didn't see the confrontation between him and Derek, but she didn't care, she was just glad Derek was gone and away from her. Her arms circled his neck and she pulled him down with her, cuddling close. The pain wasn't as bad when he was near and touching her.<br><br>"Why do I feel like this?" She asked, on the brink of tears. She wasn't nauseaus anymore, but the headache was still pounding in her head and her limbs were beginning to feel like led. <br><br>She cuddled closer as her arms fell from him because she was unable to keep them up. She inhaled deep as she rubbed her face in the juncture where his neck met his shoulder. "You smell so good," she whispered, her tears stopping momentarily. She swiped out her tongue, tasting his skin before placing a chaste kiss on him. Then with a sigh, she fell asleep.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xajow</strong> on <strong>09-07-2011, 22:52:01</strong>
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				By the time he had gotten her to the bed, she had fallen asleep. Which was probably for the best. She would not feel the pain as much. Her body was preparing itself for its first transformation to a werewolf.<br><br>He had never seen it happen in anyone older than 14 years. He had no idea what would happen to Aubrey. He lay down next to her and held her close. He stroked her hair and tried to see if this strange sharing of powers would allow him to help her body handle the changes.<br><br>He closed his eyes and whispered to her sleeping body. “Sleep now, my beautiful one. Relax. I am here. I will help you as best I can. Relax and don’t fight it. You need to let it happen. Just relax. Sleep.” He began to focus on her body, trying to draw the pain of the changes to himself. He felt new aches and pains in his limbs, and he hoped it was working.<br><br>He wondered what she might look like in wolf form. Beautiful of course, but what color would her coat be? What would her eyes look like? Would she look as he did now, indigo and black, or would it be something entirely different?<br><br>He breathed slowly and deeply, and called to her body to match his respiration. The more oxygen she got into her body, the easier the change would be.<br><br>“Rest and sleep, my lovely witch. I know it hurts, and soon it will be much worse. But I am here. You are not alone. And when it is done, you will be truly glorious. No doubt a wolf to rival Queen Voria herself. No, I think you will be even more beautiful than that.”<br><br>He kissed her forehead and continued to hold her gently.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>10-07-2011, 00:00:59</strong>
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				Aubrey was running again, this time though, she knew what was coming for her. The wolf was huge, it's indigo fur shiny in the moonlight. <br><br>"Don't run, Aubrey. It only makes me chase you harder," it snarled, it's voice so familiar, yet so strange. <br>Again she fell, but as she landed, she landed on paws instead of hands and feet covered in sandy brown and black fur. She ran, her tail whipping behind her, but she could feel the other wolf close, snapping at her heels. Then she is tackled, her smaller body thrown to the ground. She whimpers as he looks down on her with turqoise eyes, the red on his snout blazing. She squeezes her eyes shut waiting for the killing strike, but instead of fangs tearing out her throat, a long wet tongue swipes over her snout.<br><br>Conall.<br><br>Aubrey opened her eyes, her body snuggled close to his. She could feel magic sliding over her skin to his and her pain was relatively less. She glanced over to the window. The sun was shining brightly through which meant she had slept through the whole rest of the late afternoon and night. She stretched but her muscles were tight and bunched as if waiting for something.<br><br>She sighed. This new outcome to her reoccuring nightmare made her wonder if what had been chasing her had always been a wolf. Was she always meant to be a werewolf? She knew nothing of her father, so it was a possibility. Or was it just from being so connected to Conall? She didn't know. But what she was sure of at the moment, she had one very naked man pressed up against her own naked body, which was quickly beginning to heat up.<br><br>She slid a leg up and over his hip, hooking him closer against her hot center as her hands began to move over his sculpted arms, chest, and stomach. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xajow</strong> on <strong>10-07-2011, 21:03:03</strong>
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				After Aubry seemed to relax more in her sleep, Conall had managed to slip out of the sweat pants. They were probably supposed to be comfortable, but they just felt weird to him.<br><br>He wondered how he was going to help her.&nbsp; He did not have a lot of experience with helping people through their first transformation. And what little he did have had been ages ago with people who were younger than Aubrey and who had been born as werewolves.<br><br>He closed his eyes and his breathing slowed as he held her body. Eventually he drifted to sleep and began to dream. He dreamed he was running through the woods. He was chasing another wolf. He could smell that the other wolf was female. Though this wolf seemed surprisingly large. She had light honey colored fur with back markings. She was graceful and amazingly agile as she ran. In the logic of dreams, he knew somehow that the wolf was Aubrey. “Don’t run, Aubrey,” he growled and barked at her. “It only makes me chase you harder.” He leapt at her and knocked her to the ground. She seemed to flinch as if expecting the worst. He only licked her snout and then touched noses with her.<br><br>In the dream, Aubrey transformed with ease. She was suddenly in a naked woman form and holding him close. She rolled with him and he was on his back somehow now in man form though he could not remember having transformed. Aubrey was straddling his hips and running her hands over him. The sensations seemed astonishingly real.<br><br>He blinked and realized he was waking up. And somehow, there was Aubrey, straddling his hips. His already semi-hard cock was starting to stiffen further. He wasn’t sure if he was still dreaming. he smiled up to her as he looked over her torso. She had such beautiful breasts. His hands reached up to stroke the sides of her breasts while his thumbs caressed her nipples.<br><br>The impending transformation was forgotten. He smiled at her. His cock was hard. And the most beautiful woman he knew was straddling him.<br><br>“Hello, beautiful.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>10-07-2011, 22:40:53</strong>
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				She smiled down at him, her body already hot and wanting, and wet with need. Her hands ran over his chest and stomach, loving the feel of the muscle beneath her hand.<br><br>"Good morning, sunshine. Even in my sleep, you're in my head," she said, moaning as his hands caressed her breasts. She leaned foward, her lips lightly moving over his, her teeth nibbling along the lowere lip as she slid her wet pussy over his hardening shaft. Her tongue slid out to swipe over his lips, begging for entrance. <br><br>"I want you so bad right now, Conall. I'm very hungry." She ground against him, her juices coating him before a hand reached betweem them and placed the tip of his cock at her opening. She wanted to scratch and bite, lick and nibble. She wanted him to slam into her, grip her hard and dominate her. Most of all, she just wanted him. Her wolf. <br><br>Without a second thought, she slammed down onto him, her cry one of utter ecstacy. She began to ride him, wild and fast, her breasts bouncing with the movement.<br><br>She licked her lips to find her teeth sharper than usual, and she noticed her fingernails had turned to claws leaving welted lines that slightly pooled blood on his chest. She leaned forward again, nuzzling against his neck, finding the tattoo on his shoulder and without thought, bit down, his blood filling her mouth. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xajow</strong> on <strong>11-07-2011, 03:48:33</strong>
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				Her impending transformation had been forgotten until she said she was very hungry. It all came flooding back to him. She was also going to be extremely horny and aggressive. And she smelled incredible. The hormones were pouring off of her and his own arousal level was rising incredibly fast.<br><br>When he felt her hand on his cock, his hips rose up slightly. He should try to maintain control, but that was very hard. The scent. The scent was maddening. She was a bitch in heat, and he wanted her. It was hard to think straight, let alone control himself. Every thought seemed to vanish before he could grab hold of it. Each tiny motion she made sent shivers down to his cock. He tried to breathe deep and slow, but that only seemed to make things worse. He was inhaling the hormones that were thick in the air now, and there was no more potent aphrodisiac in the world.<br><br>Even so, he struggled to maintain control. One of them needed to be clear headed. She was clearly not. He had to try. But it was a battle he was losing.<br><br>And the moment she shoved her tight bitch cunt onto his rock hard cock, his hips pushed up to meet her. His mind clung to a slender tendril of sanity. Control. Must maintain control. But with her fucking his cock, any further thought seemed impossible.<br><br>And even that tendril was snapped as she tore into his skin and then leaned down to bite him.<br><br>He roared in pain and pleasure. Without even thinking about it, his body changed to his half wolf half man form. Red blood flowed over his indigo fur and he lost all control.<br><br>He grabbed her arms and turned their bodies. They rolled off the bed and onto the floor, with her her beneath and him above. His hands pinned her upper arms to the floor. He looked at her with pure animal lust. He began thrusting to her body so hard that the floorboards beneath them bowed and creaked. He lowered his head to her chest and bit into the side of her breast. He then lapped at the blood that seeped through her broken skin.<br><br>He shoved his cock down hard to her over and over. He was slamming to her hips with incredible force. His cock demanded her body yield again and again. It was a mad, unthinking demand. It was a demand that refused to be denied. The tighter her cunt became, the harder his body rammed down.<br><br>He roared in lust and pleasure as he fucked the bitch who had inflamed his passion. He had forgotten how good such wholly feral lust and its violent satisfaction could feel.<br><br>He growled louder as the pressure in his loins grew. His cock was throbbing inside her with every mad, insane, lustful thrust to her, but his balls started to ache even more. The tight grip of her cunt seemed to be holding back his release, which only inflamed his lust and the force of his fucking.<br><br>Floorboards began to crack as he pushed down to her. His body ground to her hips, down to her hot cunt lips and her hard clit. He bit her breast once more to renew the flow of blood. His hands on her arms squeezed and pinned her arms with a tight and unbreakable grip.<br><br>Only when the force of his thrusts began to make the floorboard break and splinter did he achieve release. He roared loud enough to frighten the animals outside the house. His orgasm was an explosion of thick, hot semen. He continued to pound to her. He could not stop. Thick strings of his cum were soon forced out of her cunt by his thrusts as the hot seed continued to shoot into her.<br><br>And he lost all connection to the world. There was only the tight cunt and the bliss of orgasm. Nothing else existed. His own roars, though deafening, were a faint sound, like the hiss one hears when holding a sea shell to one’s ear. How long this lasted he had no idea. He only knew the sensation of erupting semen continued and he wanted it to go on forever.<br><br>When the orgasm finally did begin to fade, the world and its sensations came crashing back down to him.<br><br>Aubrey. Aubrey was under him. He stared down at her. She was only the most beautiful thing in the world. And for a moment, he forgot to breathe.<br><br>But then his body demanded he breathe. He gasped and sucked in huge mouthfuls of air. He stared down at Aubrey.<br><br>“Love,” he said between gasps. “You.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>11-07-2011, 04:20:19</strong>
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				Aubrey knew she was screaming as they rolled off the bed and he pinned her, his cock slamming into her over and over again. Her hips bucked, meeting him thrust for maddening thrust as her body felt like it was being ripped apart. He bit and pounded into her and she found she couldn't get enough. He was wild and feral and she was just as much so, wanting him to take her, demanding he take her.<br><br>"Goddess, yes," she cried when he half shifted, his hard dick growing to twice the size in her little body, expanding and stretching her till she felt she would be torn in two, but she didn't care. Her only thoughts were of the intense feelings and emotions tearing through her. <br><br>At his roar, she wrapped her legs around him, her muscles clenching tighter. All sense of anything was lost as the orgasm tore through her. She barely registered the wood floorboards splintering and cracking beneath her, digging into her back as he fucked her. <br><br>His grip on her wrists was nearly bonebreaking but it made her hotter as she wriggled beneath him, her body riding the orgasm tide for tide. She came again and again, each orgasm better than the last as he continued his thrusts as his hot seed shot into her. <br><br>He looked down at her, his now turqoise eyes full of so much emotion. She could barely breath and her body shook, the aftershocks still crashing through her. She tried to smile back, to say she loved him too, but a ripping pain shot through her body and a cry of pain was torn from her lips.<br><br>It felt as if she were being gutted and everybone in her body was breaking. With a sudden serge of strength, she bucked him off her, throwing his larger body to the side. She managed to crawl a small distance away before she began to vomit, her changing body ridding itself of human toxins. Tears ran down her cheeks as she heaved, her body shaking violently. <br><br>She knew this had to do with the change, her body readying itself for the transformation, but hell on earth, it hurt. She didn't want Conall to see her like this. She tried to crawl away, towards the bathroom, but her limbs were on fire and too heavy to move. She collapsed to the floor hard, her body slightly convulsing, as she curled into the fetal position. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xajow</strong> on <strong>12-07-2011, 10:12:31</strong>
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				When Aubrey pushed Conall off of her, he realized what was happening. She was starting to change already. It seemed too soon, but since she had not been a werewolf before everything about this situation was unpredictable.<br><br>The chemical changes had begun. He knew because he watched her vomit. She was crawling away from him. He was still recovering from having been lost to his feral lust, and so he was slow to respond. She did not get far. He knew she wouldn’t. The first transformation is always the most difficult and painful.<br><br>He crawled over to where she lay curled up.<br><br>“I tried to tell you. You’re changing. You’re transforming. We shared...” He shook his head. There would be time for explanations later. “You’re becoming a werewolf. And it’s going to hurt. A lot. It’s going to hurt more if you stay curled up like that.”<br><br>He got to her body and gently pulled her up, letting her remain curled up but getting her into more of a kneeling position.<br><br>“Come on. I know this hurts. It happened to me when I was 12. Hands and knees. Come on. Hands and knees.”<br><br>He grabbed her waist and tried to help her into position.<br><br>“We can do this. Trust me.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>12-07-2011, 17:54:48</strong>
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				If what he had said before was correct, she shouldn't have been shifting until that night, but she had a feeling it was their magic mixing together that was speeding up the process. She was hurting bad but the feel of him behind her made the pain go away slightly. <br><br>She did as he told her, putting her hands on her knees and began to breathe slowly. In. Out. In. Out. The nausea began to reside but her throat and stomach muscles were sore from heaving so hard.<br><br>"I'm sorry Conall, but this feels like hell. How do you do it?" She knew she didn't look much better. She was pale and green around the gills. Her hair was a mess and she was sure she had thrown up in it. Her eyes were red and puffy and her face was tear streaked. There was no way she could even be remotely attractive right now.<br><br>Breathing became slightly easier and easier was good. "I think, I'm okay now." She stood slowly, her hands still on her knees. "I need to clean up this mess, it's horrible, but shower first. I need a shower." But she was scared to move away from him, his presence helping to damper the pain. "Will you go with me?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xajow</strong> on <strong>13-07-2011, 04:32:52</strong>
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				“It gets easier, beautiful. The first time is always the worst.” He smiled to her. “I promise, it gets less painful. You body just needs to adjust.”<br><br>He watched color return to her cheeks as she breathed slowly. He nodded to her when she said she was okay. He held her waist as she stood up. He put an arm around her back as she asked him to go with her. He had intended to do so anyway.<br><br>“Of course. I will be with you through the entire ordeal, Aubrey. No one makes a first transition alone.” He scooped her up in his arms once more. “For now, just breathe. Nice and slow. In and out.” He carried her to the bathroom, speaking softly to her. “Good girl. Nice and slow. In. Out. Good girl.”<br><br>He put her feet down in the bathroom, but kept his arm at her back. “Okay, now let’s get a shower.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>13-07-2011, 07:18:25</strong>
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				She felt utterly drained, her body heavy and tired. After he turned on the spray, she slowly stepped inside and leaned against the wall, her forehead against the cool tile as the hot water fell upon her. She felt her muscles relax and soften under the heat and massaging stream. Breathing was definately a lot easier now, plus it helped that Conall had his arms around her, helping her to stay standing.<br><br>If it weren't for him, she was pretty sure she would have died in utter agony already, but at the same time, she wasn't completely sure if this was all happening because of him. He had taken on some of her magic. Who was she to know if she hadn't taken this trait from him? But was that even possible? She knew so little about werewolves, she wasn't even sure how one was made, or if they were even made as apposed to being born. <br><br>Thinking too much had begun to bring the headache back. <em>Okay, slow down, now,</em> she thought to herself. Blank slate. Empty mind. Yes, now that was better. <br><br>Now if only she could muster up the strength to clean the vomit from her hair... 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xajow</strong> on <strong>13-07-2011, 23:23:03</strong>
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				He held her gently as they stood in the shower together. He held her with an arm under her breasts as he leaned her to the water.<br><br>“Come on, my pretty little wolfen witch. I know, you don’t want to move. I didn’t either.”<br><br>He put her head under the falling water and combed fingers through her hair.<br><br>“Just relax, Aubrey. You may have claimed me as a familar, but you are my little wolfen girl right now. Don’t think. Just breathe.”<br><br>He moved her to let the water land on her chest.<br><br>“You are in the initial stages. It started last night, and it will continue on until the sun goes down. The moon will be up and full, and you will transform, but I am going to be here to help you through all of it.”<br><br>He picked up a bar of soap and began to rub it over her chest.<br><br>“You and I shared magic somehow. I think I got some of yours, and you clearly got some of whatever magic makes a werewolf. That such a thing could happen had never occurred to me. I’ve never even heard of such a thing. But here you are, and it’s happening.”<br><br>He ran the bar of soap over her shoulders and arms.<br><br>“I know there will be a lot of pain, but you need to focus past the pain. Try to keep yourself focused on me, and think about how glorious it is going to be to a werewolf.”<br><br>He brought the soap to her sides and her abdomen.<br><br>“Think about running through the forest, and experiencing all of nature in a totally new&nbsp; way. All of your senses heightened, smelling things you’ve never smelled before. You will hear and smell and see and feel and taste in ways you’ve never even considered before.”<br><br>He rubbed the soap over her thighs and her ass.<br><br>“That is what you will need to focus on as you transform. You won’t be able to stop the pain, but you will be able to manage it. And I will be here helping you every moment. You will need to remember that.”<br><br>He put the soap down and brought her body to the water, letting it run over her skin and wash the soap away. He was glad he was in more control now. He wanted to caress her wet flesh. He wanted to stroke her breasts and hear her moan in pleasure. But he needed to stay in control so he could help her through the ordeal of her transformation.<br><br>“At some point your mind will also be influenced by the transformation. It happens the first time you change. As the final stage of the transformation begins, you will feel isolated, as if the whole universe had abandoned you. It will make you sad and angry at the same time. That is when remembering I am here will be the most important. You will need to cling to me, to my presence with you.”<br><br>He barely noticed the tingling sensation and assumed it was the water on his arms. He felt her flesh in his hands. Hands reached up to grab her breasts while hands also reached down to carress her thighs. His cock was getting hard behind her and pressing to her legs. <br><br>“And when those feelings pass, you will feel exhilarated. Everything in the world will seem new. And you will want to run and sniff and run and jump and fuck and run and bark out your power to the world, all at once. And I will be with you for that too.<br><br>“You will be glorious, my little wolfen witch.”<br><br>He was look off in to some imagined distance as he talked to her. He could remember the feeling of his first transformation. The pain and the wondrous exhilaration. He was aroused by the memory and aroused by Aubrey. She felt so good in his hands.<br><br>It was at that moment he realized he seemed to have grown ghost hands again. His actual hands were on her chest, holding her breasts. His ghost hands were down at her thighs, rubbing and caressing and getting close to her crotch. He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. He needed to maintain control. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>14-07-2011, 19:35:36</strong>
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				She moaned softly at the feel of his hands roaming over her. It felt so good. The shower felt good. Even though there was still an ache inside her and her head was still thrumming, it wasn't as bad as it had been. Now the feeling of magic was washing over her, the familiar prickle along her skin. She smiled. Conall was able to use the magic without even really thinking about it. <br><br>She heard his surprise and then his deep breaths. He was trying so hard to be in control for her, because she knew she was going to lose it. There was no question about it, she was already feeling her own control slipping away, her body just giving into feeling and basic urges. Even right now, with his cock hardening against her, she wanted nothing more than to turn and hop up in his arms spearing herself on his hard length, but she needed to focus. <br><br>She didn't want to be out of control, and even with all the magic and power running through her, she was afraid the transformation would only be worse for her and it seemed that at this point, anything could trigger the full shift. <br><br>She whimpered as pain shot through her once more, her muscles clenching tightly. The sun was setting. She could feel it. Which meant the moon would be high in the sky, her belly full and looking down upon them.<br><br>She just hoped on the Great Goddess, that she didn't hurt anyone tonight. Especially Conall.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xajow</strong> on <strong>14-07-2011, 23:06:46</strong>
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				He felt her body tense. He squeezed her breasts tightly to distract her.<br><br>“Breathe, my little witch. Breathe. Don’t fight it. You cannot stop it. You cannot control it. It will happen. Fighting it and fighting the pain will only make everything worse. Breathe. Remember I am right here, and breathe.”<br><br>He could not seem to make the ghost hands go away, and could not remember what had occurred last time to make them vanish or even when they had vanished. So he made use of them by having them grip the back of her thighs while he held her chest. She was in a sitting position as he lifted her out of the shower.<br><br>He left the water running because he needed to remain with her. He put her on the floor on her hands and knees. He held his weight with his thighs and his back as he leaned over her. His legs were next to hers, his chest was to her back and his actual hands held her wrists. His ghost hands held her abdomen. Keeping his weight from leaning on her was going to strain his legs and back, but that pain would be nothing compared to what Aubrey was about to experience.<br><br>“The sun is probably going down now” he spoke clearly but softly. “The moon is full. You’re going to feel a lot of pain as your bones begin to feel as if they are being pulled from your body. Go ahead and scream and yell all you like. Let it out. Let it happen. If you fight it, it will only hurt worse.<br><br>“Your bones will be transforming, and getting harder. And soon your muscles will also begin to transform and that will seem like your body is on fire. Don’t clench. Try to relax. Remember to breathe. And remember, I am here. You’re not alone. I am going to be transforming with you. And I will try to use the magic to absorb as much of your pain as I can.<br><br>“Remember to let it happen. Remember to breathe. And remember I am here with you.”<br><br>It would only be a matter of minutes now before full transformation would begin. He breathed slow and loud, hoping she would hear and copy him. He focused on trying to ease her pain, though he was not sure he would be able to take enough to keep her from screaming.<br><br>His body would help keep her upright and in the correct position as she transformed. He just hoped her magic did not complicate matters. While it had helped him by giving him power to transform quickly, he had no idea what it would do to this previously non-werewolf woman in the middle of her first transformation. Or to him.<br><br>“Breathe, Aubrey, breathe.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>15-07-2011, 04:18:06</strong>
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				She was trying to breathe, she really was, but the pain was intensyfying as the sun sank and the moon rose.&nbsp; She was close, so very close. It was like the wolf was trying to tear it's way out of her, her body just a shell it was discarding by any means nessecary. <br><br>She cried out as she felt her spine stretch and crack. Through the tears she managed to look around. They were still in her bedroom. She couldn't shift here. She'd destroy the place. She just knew it. <br><br>"Out. Side. Have. To. Get. Outside," she managed throught the pain hoping Conall would understand. A scream was ripped through her as her back bowed and her fingernails now claws dug into the hardwood, splintering the floor beneath her hands. "Hurry."<br><br>It didn't matter anymore that Conall was near her, touching her.&nbsp; It was too closed. She was too close. And there was no going back.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xajow</strong> on <strong>17-07-2011, 22:05:57</strong>
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				He had never helped a female transform before. He was unprepared for the intensity of the scents and pheromones. It was clouding his mind. That he was attempting to siphon off some of Aubrey’s pain only made matters worse. There was no way to stop. He could barely think straight.<br><br>Aubrey was saying something to him. Something about a side of togeto, whatever that was. Everything was muddled in his mind. Nothing made sense. What was she saying? Ow tse ide? Her ree? If only he could focus. But then he felt his own change begin. No, he thought. Not now. No...<br><br>Yes... By the gods in their damned halls, it felt good to surrender to the change. In moments, he was in wolf form. He had not felt the need to change so powerfully in literally ages. The pheromones the woman was giving off were incredibly strong. Had there been any other werewolves around within at least one hundred yards of the house, they would no doubt have soon all felt the need to change. As it was, Conall could hear the normal wolves running toward the house. They were howling. They could smell the magic and hormones. Male and female wolves were answering a call they would not understand.<br><br>The woman was still beneath his body. She was transforming. He knew his own pheromones would be acting on her. She would transform relatively quickly now. He howled his approval and his lust.<br><br>Resisting the urge to leave her and start running was difficult. The longer he remained in wolf form and inhaled her scent and her pheromones, the more feral his thoughts became. There was only one way to make himself remain with her through the transformation.<br><br>He was already on top of her, and so it was easy to bring his rock hard cock to her cunt. He pushed into her and immediately began humping to her body. There was no thought except the need to remain with Aubrey and the need to fuck her. His body was still siphoning off her pain, and somehow she was now siphoning off his pleasure. He felt the pleasure of her tight cunt on his cock, but he could also feel some of the sensation drained away from him. He had no idea what it meant and had no way to think about it. He only knew it was happening. He would not be able to understand it until much later.<br><br>He howled in pain and pleasure, and he heard other wolves answering the call. He heard Aubrey screaming and howling too. He could feel her transforming below him. She was growing fur. Her bones were cracking and breaking and reforming. Organs were changing shape and position. Her body was changing shape, becoming more wolf like. His cock rammed to her cunt hard and fast.<br><br>Suddenly, his mind seemed to go white. The orgasm hit him hard. It drove all thoughts from his head. The universe was nothing but the scent of her pheromones and the sensation of thick semen shooting down his cock. Minutes would pass before the climax began to fade.<br><br>He pulled out of the wolf underneath him.&nbsp; He was high. The climax of orgasm faded, but the intoxication of the intensity of it remained. He was a wolf, and he needed to do one thing. Run.<br><br>He busted through the door of the room and then he ran full speed at the front door. It broke immediately. He paid no notice to the scent of a man walking towards the house. Conall was running. Conall was in the open air. And he ran.<br><br>The wind was in his fur. The scents of dirt and tree and grass and leaf surrounded him. He ran hard and fast for sheer exhilaration of feeling his muscles stretch and the ground passing like lightning beneath him. ordinary wolves joined him. They ran together. The other wolves, the ordinary wolves did know why they ran. They only knew they needed to run with him.<br><br>Run.<br><br>He heard their howls and their racing footfalls. He howled in reply. he was running. He was running with a pack. This, this was heaven. This was glorious. This was ecstasy. Running and running and running with a pack at his heels. This was what he was made for.<br><br>Run.<br><br>He turned finally and began running back towards the house. There was a wolf there. A wolf he wanted. A wolf that should be running with this makeshift pack. If he was the king of the pack, she would be the queen.<br><br>Faster. Harder. Run. Run. Run. Aubrey. Run.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>18-07-2011, 03:33:19</strong>
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				Aubrey was screaming out in agony as her bones popped and snapped, broke and reshaped, then an odd sensation filled her. One of pleasure. And then she was screaming out for a whole other reason as Conall's cock penetrated her, but instead of hands and legs beside her, furred paws rested next to her, as the wolf atop her thrusted into her. <br><br>Then her own arms were covered in fur and her head was thrown back as a howl escaped her jowls, her mouth elongated into a snout. She snarled and howled as her pussy clenched around his dick, her body shuddering and writhing beneath him as her transformation finished and she came around him.<br><br>Then he was coming with her, his body pumping as he pulsed within her tight sheath. Then he was off of her, running towards the door. All human thoughts were gone from her as her mate began running. Run. Run. Run, were her only thoughts.<br><br>She bounded after him, her claws scraping against the hardwood. She howled in glee as the other wolves gathered and joined, but then, a scent reached her nose. The scent of her mate was covered by malice and hate and the slight tang of gun powder. <br><br>She slowed and began to slink, the smell of fresh meat so close to her. Her belly close to the ground, she watched as a human approached her territory, from behind the couch. He was here to hurt her mate, she was sure, and that was not okay with her. <br><br>Suddenly, she became the predator, all thoughts on stopping the intruder. She licked her lips as her focus centered on the male walking up with the shotgun in hand.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xajow</strong> on <strong>20-07-2011, 01:07:01</strong>
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				Running back to the house, Conall smelled the man Derek. The man smelled of hate, sweat, gunpowder, firearm grease, alcohol and garlic. Conall forced his muscles to run so hard that they hurt. He outdistanced the fastest of the ordinary wolves, who were still following.<br><br>As Conall approached the house, he saw the man Derek facing a large, gorgeous, wolfen bitch. She had fur the color of cream and honey, with sexy black markings around her ears, eyes and chest. Conall would have prefered to admire Aubrey in her wolfen form, but she was growling at the man Derek who was cocking his double barreled shotgun.<br><br>Conall aimed at the man. Conall made no sound except for his running steps. He kept his eyes on the shotgun. He saw the man Derek finally notice that Conall was approaching. <em>Yes</em>, Conall thought, <em>don’t look at Aubrey. Don’t know she is baring her teeth. Look at me.</em> Conall kept running at the shotgun.<br><br>Derek began to lift his shotgun, which was still pointed at Aubrey. Aubrey began to crouch. Conall leapt and opened his jaws. Derek was yelling something cretinous and unintelligible. Conall closed his jaws on the shotgun and Derek’s hand. Aubrey began to leap. Derek began to pull the triggers. Conall ripped the shotgun and a pair of fingers away from Derek’s hand. The shot scattered through windows and into the wall of the house, but missed Aubrey. Aubrey was in the air as Conall turned.<br><br>Conall hoped Derek had his affairs in order, because Derek would not see the morning.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>20-07-2011, 07:06:20</strong>
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				Aubrey snarled at Derek, the human intruder. She saw her mate fly through the trees out of the corner of her eye, his bluish black fur so beautiful in the moonlight, but she was circling the human, her attention on him. He turned as Conall came into the small clearing, but his shotgun was still aimed at her.<br><br>Her back legs bunched as Conall lunged forward, his jaws snapping shut on the human's hand and gun. He wrenched the gun from the human's hand, a holler of pain being wrenched from his lips. <br><br>The smell of fresh blood filled her nostrils and she licked her lips hungrily, all human thoughts gone from her head as she leapt, her mind strictly animal and pure predator. She needed to protect her pack and especially her mate. This human had meant harm and now he was weak. Now, he was prey. <br><br>Landing on his chest, Derek fell backwards onto the ground as her jaws shot forward and clamped down on his throat. Her mouth was instantly flooded with hot blood, the taste sweet on her tongue. Her gaze went red as she shook and tore at his flesh, her teeth tearing through the soft, vulnerable flesh like butter. <br><br>The human tried to beat against her, fists weakly pounding into her, but finally, his body stilled as his blood seeped into her mouth and the earth below him.&nbsp; Lifting her head, she howled, loud and proud, he muzzle soaked in blood.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xajow</strong> on <strong>20-07-2011, 09:19:20</strong>
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				Conall knew that the man Derek had been murdered. But he could not help but look at Aubrey’s wolf form, her beautiful fur now stained with the blood of her first kill, and feel a sense of pride. She was a glorious thing. She was magnificent.<br><br>The ordinary wolves were starting to arrive. A few at first, but soon there were more. Conall walked over to Aubrey and nudged her with his head. He leaned down and ripped the man’s chest open. He carefully pulled out the heart and laid it before Aubrey. The kill was hers, and so the heart belonged to her. He took the liver and chomped it down. He ripped the deadman’s left arm from the body and tossed it aside. He nudged Aubrey again. It was time for her to step away from the body of the dead man. The wolf pack would take care of the rest.<br><br>He put his forehead to hers. “Leave the body,” he thought to her mind. “You have made your kill. Come away and let them feed.” He stepped away from her and stopped by the arm he had severed, a couple of yards away from the body. He sat and watched the other wolves, the ordinary wolves begin ripping at the dead man’s clothes and flesh. Soon there would be little left. Even the bones would end up crushed and scattered to the elements.<br><br>Conall gave no concern to the dead man. He deserved his death. Authorities might look for him later, but there would be nothing to find. There was his business, but Conall was certain that could be handled. Someone else would be hired to run the shop, and Aubrey would get a larger share of the profits. All would be well.<br><br>At least until the gods intervened. But that could be tomorrow or it could be twenty years away. There was no point in worrying about it now. It would come when the gods willed, and not before.<br><br>Conall looked at his lover, at the glorious wolfen woman. A more attractive werewolf he could not remember. He was tempted to mount her, but to do so in front of the pack, particularly a pack of ordinary wolves, that would be unseemly. He would wait until they finished eating and then mount her.<br><br>He leaned his head down and pulled the shirt fabric away from the arm. He laid down and nudged the arm toward Aubrey to enourage her to eat. He pulled a large chunk of meat from the bone, held the meat in his paws and began to eat.<br><br>He hoped the pack finished eating soon.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>20-07-2011, 20:21:02</strong>
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				She licked her mate's muzzle before tearing into the heart he had thrown at her feet. She swallowed big chunks of the muscle before moving to lay next to Conall, an arm beside him. She pulled the hand over and began to gnaw at it as the other wolves began to tear into the useless carcass that was left of the human man. <br><br>She could feel the adrenaline flowing through her, hot in her veins. After eating her fill, she jumped up, ready to run. She nipped and bounced playfully at Conall, little yips coming from her. <em>Play with me, Mate,</em> she said, using the same path he had used to talk to her telepathically. <br><br>She turned and placed her chest on the ground, wagging her behind in the air playfully as she looked at him over her shoulder, teasing and taunting. She had the wildest urge to mate, but he had to catch her first. She couldn't just give it to him, he had to earn it. <br><br>With a short bark, she took off, her paws pounding against the earth as she ran, knowing he would be close on her heels.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xajow</strong> on <strong>22-07-2011, 03:38:07</strong>
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				When Aubrey put her forehead to his briefly to ask him to play, it pleased him greatly. She was talking to being a wolf quickly. Of course, transforming back to human form when the night was over would be a long and painful process, but there was no reason to think about that now.<br><br>She wagged her butt at him, and he barked approvingly. When she bounded away, he gave her a moment, lest he catch her too soon. He began chasing her, leaving the ordinary wolves behind.<br><br>He watched as she ran with the glee of a child. It was a beautiful thing to behold. He followed behind her as she ran, and barked playfully at her. He watched her turn this way and that. She almost seemed to fly over the ground. She ran with a grace he had rarely ever seen in a wolfen woman. Or any other animal for that matter. She was glorious.<br><br>He barked loudly and finally pounced as she slowed slightly to turn. She fell and tumbled sideways. He was on her in a moment, before she could stand up. She was on her side beneath him as he licked her snout, tasting the blood there. He had lowered his weight to pin her down.<br><br>She was frisky, but he managed to get his head down next to hers. “You are gorgeous, Aubrey. You’re beautiful. Magnificent.” He could smell her strong sexual scent. It was intoxicating. He was already aroused but the scent of her heat so close to him made his cock ache. “And now, now it’s my turn to play. Now you will learn how pack leaders claim the bitches they desire.”<br><br>He lifted his head, breaking the telepathic connection. He pulled himself backwards and brought his hard cock to her crotch. His front paws held her down as he pushed into her. He growled with pleasure as he felt her wet wolfen cunt for the first time. He humped to her body greedily. He let the animal lust flow through him.<br><br>As he let the feral impulses take over, he could feel her vaginal muscles clamp down on his hard flesh. His cock expanded at the base, which, for all practical purposes, locked his cock inside her. He barked proudly and then he slid his torso from her back. He turned, with his cock tight secured inside her, until he was facing away from her.<br><br>He felt her tight vaginal muscles rippling along his cock. In moments he was cumming inside her. His semen ejaculated but his cock did not begin to relax. He remained inside her, his cock locked in place. Her cunt squeezed his cock over and over, and in several minutes time, he was cumming inside her again.<br><br>Still his cock did not relax. He was fully lost to his wolfen nature. The high of the sensations diminished slightly, but his cock remained hard and knotted at the base. He let himself savor the feel of her tight cunt on his thick, iron hard cock. Ever pulse of blood through the veins of his cock seemed at once painful and pleasurable. Minutes were passing and he remained still. He growled in pleasure as he felt her tight flesh squeezing him over and over.<br><br>He could feel the footsteps of wolves approaching in the distance. They were males. They had smelled her heat too. He growled loudly and barked a warning. He paused and barked again. They would know who he was. They would remain at bay.<br><br>Finally, he growled loudly in pleasure as once more his seed erupted into her cunt. He barked once more as he felt the intensity of sexual climax. His semen pumped into her until at last the feral desire seemed satisfied.<br><br>The knot at the base of his cock finally relaxed, and he pulled out of her. He walked forward to stand in front of her. He leaned his forehead to hers.<br><br>“Welcome to wolf sex,” he thought to her. “You are a sexy bitch.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>23-07-2011, 02:13:29</strong>
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				He was close on her heals, but she was running as fast as she could, zigging and zagging. Didn't stop him from catching her though. As she went to turn, a foot sunk into a soft spot of earth slowing her down enough to allow him to tackle her. They toppled and tumbled, rolling in the dirt. Hegave her muzzle a lick before pinning and mounting her backside, his cock sliding in perfectly. She yipped as it grew within her as he pumped against her. <br><br>He turned his body, his cock still locked in her, her tight&nbsp; muscles clenching hard around him. It was very much a different sensation in this form, the pulsing of his cock deep inside her wolfen cunt. Before she knew it, she was howling out as she came, her head and front legs crashing to the ground beneath her as her ass stayed raised in the air. She felt his own orgasm, his hot seed spewing into her. Not once, but twice until that knot at the base of his cock shrank back and he was able to slide from her. <br><br>Her back legs collapsed behind her, and she laid on the ground, panting hard. He came around her, touching his forehead to hers and talking to her in the way she was growing to love. It was intimate, but that intimacey barely registered as the wolf was still mainly in control. It was like Aubrey was watching from the backseat, there but not. She hoped as time progressed she would be able to be in better control. <br><br>In the back of her head, she knew what she had done to Derek, but right now, the wolf was saying he deserved it. He had been there to hurt Conall and she had only been protecting what was hers. <br><br>She licked his muzzle and nuzzled against his face. All doubts and worries seemed to fade at that moment. She was with her mate, so she was home. Happily at home. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xajow</strong> on <strong>23-07-2011, 09:33:18</strong>
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				He walked around to lay beside her. She was going to need him near when the moon went down. He changed to his half wolf half man form and pulled her close. He licked her snout, cleaning the blood from her wolfen face. His arms held her snugly. He hoped she would relax now and sleep. She would handle the next transformation better if she slept first.<br><br>He would have to remain awake. When her transformation back to her woman form began he would have to be awake so he could hold her. So he patiently cleaned her face with his tongue and held her close. Once, in the distant past, there would have been other werewolves to make sure he was awake in time. But that was then. This was now.<br><br>How strange, he thought. Once, werewolves were powerful and plentiful. The other power races might have treated them as outcasts, but the power of the werewolves had been respected. But then the other races left and werewolves remained. But some seed of distrust was left behind, because the human began to hunt down the werewolves and kill them. When there were only a handful left, they all agreed to part ways and never contact each other ever again. It was the only way for them to survive. And so he had spent so many years alone, knowing he would be always alone, even on those nights when he had found human female companionship, they could never know his true self. So there were no lasting relationships. And now, in less than a handful of days, he was mated to a woman who, by some strange magic and/or plan of the gods, became a werewolf. What a strange turn of events. He would have never have imagined things would turn out this way.<br><br>He wondered what the gods had in store. They never did things like this without some plan in motion that would trample the well-being and happiness of those non-deities involved. He wondered about the prophecy that he knew only in stories, the prophecy that the Vulfir elves would become like the gods they had worshiped. It certainly seemed impossible. There were no Vulfir left. Only the werewolves. And who would want to be a god anyway? What good would it do to become like the callous, meddling gods? <br><br>He could stand up to them then. Decide his own fate. But what would he decide? He would decide to remain with Aubrey. Whatever had brought them together, she was his home now. He would not leave her. Not even to be master of the world.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>23-07-2011, 18:15:06</strong>
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				Aubrey yawned, her muzzle opening wide to show sharp teeth as her tongue curled and her mouth closed. She laid her head on her paws, her breathing finally back to normal. Conall was pressed up against her and then he was half shifting, his furred arms pulling her wolfen body close. If she were a cat, she'd be purring, as he ran his strong hands through her fur. It felt amazing to be held like this.<br><br>She knew in that instant that he would never leave her. He truly did love her, with all he possessed. They were meant for eachother. It was that simple. They were mates till the end and she felt for him what she had never felt for another being. True love.<br><br>She thought she had loved Derek once, but it had been nothing like this. Those feelings had grown over time, not struck her down like lightening only a few hours after meeting the man like it had with Conall. It was intense and erotic, wild and crazy, and she felt that that was just peachy for her. <br><br>Her life had been boring living as a witch afraid to really use her powers, but Conall had strengthened her. She felt like she could do anything and it was one of the best feelings she had ever had. She wasn't sure why they were brought together but Hecate had a plan. What it was, Aubrey didn't know, but the great Goddess had never done anything to hurt her, only to make her better, so she assumed the same about this.<br><br>She would do a thanking ritual the next night for the goddess as well as a cleansing ritual to rid herself of the negative energy from killing Derek. But for now, she was sated, her belly full, and she was cuddling with her mate. Life couldn't get any better. <br><br>The rest of the pack, the regular wolves, came in close, still leaving a safe distance from the mated pair, but curling up amongst themselves. The air smelled of the earth around them and wild sex, perfect for a night of the full moon.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>She licked her mate's face before putting her head on his chest, her eyelids slowly closing before she succombed to sleep.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xajow</strong> on <strong>25-07-2011, 05:04:06</strong>
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				He smiled as Aubrey’s wolf tongue licked his face. When she rested her head on his chest, he gently put his hand on her head. “Rest now,” he whispered. “Sleep, my lovely wolf.”<br><br>He held her there, on the floor of the forest with a ring of wolves around them. He sighed. It was almost like being with a wolfen pack again. He had not felt the sense of being home for a very long time. And this particular moment made his chest ache with the memory of intense loss and loneliness. He squeezed Aubrey gently, careful not to wake her.<br><br>He watched the moon creep toward the horizon. So many years had passed since he had made his first transformation. Those had been happy days indeed. And then the purges came. The massacres. Ambushes with crossbows and bolts from a far. Fire flung from catapults. Things that wolves could not combat. They had developed their own weapons, but they had been too few and too late to turn the tide. How many full moons had passed since then?<br><br>How many years since he and the handful of werewolves left had vowed to disband and separate, never to contact one another ever again? He had seen Aeva once, in Paris. It had taken all his will power not to run to her. Not they he and Aeva had ever been close, but the draw to be with another of his own kind had been strong. And she had seemed to have not noticed him at all. He had left Paris that very night.<br><br>That he would one day hold a brand new werewolf in his arms had not occured to him in his wildest imaginations. And yet, here she was. As gorgeous in wolf form as she was in woman form. It was astonishing.<br><br>He looked up at the sky, still watching the moon. It was bright and clear, as it should be for a new werewolf. A queen’s moon, it had once been called, long ago. He had forgotten why. And that more than anything else made tears come to his eyes.<br><br>“Listen to me, gods and goddesses, whomever you are. Listen to me and listen good. We will not go along quietly with whatever your plans are. We have the strength to fight you, and we will. Even you, Hee-kate, or whatever is the name of the witch goddess. Not for spite, though you would deserve it, all of you. No, and not for hate, though you deserve that too. I will fight you for her sake.<br><br>“She is my home now. And I will defend her to the death. So be warned you gods and goddesses. We will not surrender. We will not give in to your damned plans. We will make our own fate. So whatever plans you think you have for us, you better rethink them. Find some other way. Leave us alone.”<br><br>- - - - -<br><br>In another realm, unseen and unheard by Conall and most other beings of the earth, a discussion was growing heated. Many different voices were arguing.<br><br>“Do you see this man! The ungrateful dog claims he will defy us!”<br><br>“What did you expect? Slavish affection?”<br><br>“We are the gods!”<br><br>“So?”<br><br>Gasps were heard.<br><br>“How dare you!”<br><br>“How dare you, you hubristic fool. We’ve killed his people, left him alone and alive for several human lifetimes, and you want him to be grateful? You are an imbecile!”<br><br>“We gave her to him!”<br><br>“You don’t get it! She was not yours to give!”<br><br>“She serves me, and I allowed it.”<br><br>“Oh, did you? How gracious of you. Is that how you repay her service? Thinking of her as a pawn?”<br><br>“I am a goddess, and may do with her as I see fit. I have cared for her for many years now. I gave her the power that fills her veins. What is it to you what I do with her?”<br><br>“We are all gods and goddesses here. So don’t take the holy imperial tone with me. You’re no better than he is. You set these two up for your foolish games with no actual regard for these two creatures.”<br><br>“Yes, creatures. Created things. Created by us.”<br><br>“And cursed by us. Tortured by us. Tormented by us. Meddled with as if they were pebbles to moved on a game board by us! Have we not done enough!”<br><br>“Have you lost sight of the goal?”<br><br>“Your goal, you mean. What of theirs?”<br><br>“What of theirs? Who cares?”<br><br>“They care!”<br><br>“Who are they? A witch and a werewolf. Nothing more. What do their concerns matter to us?”<br><br>“You have no idea what their potential is. You do not understand.”<br><br>“Oh right, the prophecy. We are gods. We make prophecy.”<br><br>“Can you explain it then? Did you make it? Did you? You? NO! You did not. None of you did. None of you know.”<br><br>“Which is why this is so important.”<br><br>“Fools! All of you. You cannot or will not see past your own hubris.”<br><br>“What is your proposal then? To do nothing?”<br><br>“YES! Do nothing.”<br><br>“Are you mad?”<br><br>“No, I am the only sane one here.”<br><br>“You are a fool to think anything will stop our plans.”<br><br>“They will. And I will.”<br><br>Shocked gasps.<br><br>“You are not allowed-”<br><br>“By whom? You? You? I am a god! I will do as I please! They will make their own fate. And I will make mine. And you, fools that you are, will make your own. His hubris will be his glory. Yours will be your downfall.”<br><br>“Where are you going?”<br><br>“Away from all of you!”<br><br>“You cannot!”<br><br>“Who is going to stop me!”<br><br>Silence.<br><br>“Exactly.”<br><br>- - - - -<br><br>Conall closed his eyes for a moment as cool night breeze blew past him. He opened his eyes and watched the moon once more. It was not far from the horizon now. The power of it would be waning soon. He held Aubrey snugly.<br><br>“Wake up now, beautiful,” he said to her ear. “Your transformation back to woman form will soon begin, and I can’t have you disoriented by waking up after it starts.” His voice had started softly and gradually increased in volume. “Wake up, Aubry. The night is almost over. Come on, wake up.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>25-07-2011, 05:57:32</strong>
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				Conall's voice brought her back, her eyes slowly opening and a yawn seperating her jaws. She licked her lips before squirming from his grip and standing, stretching her limbs in the process. She looked around, every little sound loud to her sensitive ears. She shook her head. While asleep visions of arguing people had floated through her subconsciousness. One of which she was sure was the Great Goddess. The power that had come from her had been so powerful, so familiar. Aubrey was sure she knew the woman. She couldn't make out what had been said, but one man in particular had not been happy with the words Hecate had been saying. <br><br>She walked over to where Conall sat, nuzzling against his cheek. The other wolves were beginning to stir as well. One of the males, a big snow white male, leaned his head back and howled. Soon the others were howling along and Aubrey couldn't help but throw her own head back and howl in repsonse. When the chorus ended, they each loped off, their thanks for the night left with Aubrey and Conall. <br><br>The sun was beginning to rise in the east as the moon was sinking, her beautiful belly sliding behind the mountain. Aubrey looked to Conall. She could sense what was to come. She began to whimper as her muscles began to burn and she stamped her paws on the ground in agitation. Her back bowed and she yelped in pain as her legs fell out from beneath her, her body convulsing in the dirt. <br><br><em>Great Goddess, Conall,</em> she thought to him as bones popped and realigned. Her howls of pain could be heard through out the woods as she rolled on the ground. Slowly the fur retracted, leaving smooth creamy skin in it's stead. Paws turned into feet and hands, hands that reached out and gripped Conall's arm as a very human scream was wrenched from her throat. <br><br>Her canine teeth receded back to typical human teeth as her snout shortened and flattened out into her beautiful womanly face. When fully back in human form, her breasts heaved with effort as she tried to pull air into her burning lungs. She was curled up into a ball, her hands sliding off him as exhaustion took over her body. A fine sheen of sweat covered her skin, causing the dirt under her to stick to her. <br><br>She really hoped this shifting business got easier, because if it was always this bad, she was pretty sure she would lose her mind. "Conall, how the hell do you manage to do this all the time?" she managed to say through a dry and slightly swollen throat.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xajow</strong> on <strong>26-07-2011, 07:20:05</strong>
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				He watched her transform. He remained close and touched her as she writhed and howled and moaned. He could not take his eyes from her. It was an incredible sight. The morning light on her fur and then her skin, on her beautiful body. It nearly took his breath away.<br><br>And her woman form seemed even more beautiful than before. He was unsure of it. He might only be seeing what he wanted to see. But her breasts seemed firmer, rounder; her waist seemed narrower; her body, abdomen, legs, all more lean and taut; her lips more plump; her eyes bigger and brighter; her hair longer and more lush. And then she spoke, and her voice even sounded more beautiful, softer and yet clear as a bell. Maybe it was all in his mind, but he did not think so.<br><br>“By the seven gables on the seven houses of the seven sacred hills, you are gorgeous!” He looked her over again. Not doing so would have been very difficult. He sighed and shook his head to clear it before he let his desire for her distract him too much. He pulled her close and put his mouth next to her ear.<br><br>“The first transformations are always the most painful. For you in particular I would guess. Your body has to make many changes when you first transform. Changes it has not made, and it’s sort of like your body is learning to change. Next time will hurt, but not as much. Usually by the fourth or fifth time, there is no real pain at all. But if the effect of your magic on me is any indication, you’ll be able to do it quickly and painlessly very soon.”<br><br>He smiled at her. He leaned his head to hers, touching her forehead with his own. “And now,” he thought to her, “we can do this. All the time. Not just in wolf form. Soon we can even read impulses without touching, but we have to touch for words. Or at least that is the way it used to work. With your magic, who knows what will happen.”<br><br>He lifted his head from hers and spoke once more. “Thing is, we’re going to know exactly when the other one is horny.” His hands began to rub her back. “And if you’ve really taken to being a werewolf, you’re going to find it very hard to resist the desire. It can be very strong. And all the wolves in the area will know it. The scent of a werewolf bitch in heat,” he grinned, “is extremely powerful. You are going to make the other female wolves jealous.<br><br>“And you can probably already tell, you’re going to make me very horny.” His cock was indeed hard. One of his hands pressed to her upper back, to push her chest to his. His other hand slid down her spine to grip her ass. “Not that you had any trouble doing that before.” He grinned to her. <br><br>“Did I mention that you’re gorgeous?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>26-07-2011, 16:25:55</strong>
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				Her muscles began to relax, the burning finally halting, but another burn flared up as he held her close. His hands slid over her smooth skin, and when that hand gripped her bottom, she growled low in her throat. Moving was becoming more and more easy as she became aroused, so she moved to sit in his lap, straddling his legs. His hardened shaft was against her now wet sex, sliding in her juices. <br><br><em>Mmmmm,</em> she purred in thought, leaning forward to nibble on his neck, <em>I think it is safe to say that I may have the same reaction towards you</em>. The mind to mind talking was mighty convenient, seeing as how she couldn't keep her mouth off him. <br><br>She continued to nibble and suck, moving up his throat, laving his pulse, before kissing over his jaw and chin. She hummed in contentment as her lips met his, her tongue dipping out to swipe over those lips she loved. Of course, he let her in, and her tongue danced with his as she kissed him passionately, putting everything in that kiss, letting him know just how much she felt for him. <br><br>She ground slowly on his straining erection before lifting up slightly, allowing him to slide into her wet heat. Never stopping the kiss, she began to move on him, moaning into his mouth. <em>Great Goddess, will it always feel this amazing with you?</em> she thought to him as her muscles clenched around him. <br><br>Her hands buried in his hair as she tilted her head more to deepen the kiss further. Now this was living. All thoughts of angry gods and painful shifting were washed away simply by him loving her body. By him loving her. <br><br>She wasn't sure what she would do without&nbsp; him now. To lose him would be like losing a hand. She simply wouldn't be the same. She would fall apart without him. She was madly and deeply in love with the man beneath her and he owned&nbsp; her now, mind, body, and soul. <br><br>She pulled back from the kiss, while her hips still moved with a slow rythm. She stared into those beautiful green eyes and smiled. Her hands moved from his hair to cup his face, her thumbs caressing his cheeks. "I love you, Conall. Always and forever."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xajow</strong> on <strong>27-07-2011, 22:38:36</strong>
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				He grinned as she straddled him. As she rubbed herself against his cock, he could feel her juices practically flowing from her and coating his erection. Her mouth began to to wonderful things to his neck, and she thought to him. Her forehead was not touching his, but he heard her thought anyway. He grinned wider.<br><br>He was too distracted by her wet cunt rubbing his cock, the ministrations of her mouth and the scent of her arousal to want to focus enough to reply. And then her mouth was at his, and he parted his lips to taste her tongue. Then she enveloped his thick erection in her hot, slick cunt. He shuddered and moaned.&nbsp; She thought to him again, and his only mental reply was joyful laughter.<br><br>When she pulled back from the kiss, he looked over her gorgeous face. He felt he could stare at it for hours. She brought her hands to his face and he looked into her eyes. And then she said the words. He nodded to her.<br><br>“I feel it too. I love you. I don’t understand how it could happen so fast, but I adore you, Aubrey. You are my home now. You are the place my heart resides. Gods be damned. I don’t care if they brought us together. It would be the one and only good thing they have ever done for me. I love you, Aubrey.”<br><br>He lifted his eyes to the sky. “Do you hear me?” he shouted. “I love this woman!” And then he thought (and hoped Aubrey did not ‘hear’ it) to the gods, “And that is why we’re going to beat you! Fuck your plans. Fuck you!”<br><br>He turned his attention back to Aubrey, and kissed her hard as he squeezed her body tightly. He leaned her backwards and began to fuck her cunt as the golden morning light shone upon them. His mouth attacked her face and her neck, plating rough kisses over her skin.<br><br>“Aubrey,” he thought to her, “my home, my heart’s home, you amaze me. Your beauty is astonishing. Your power is incredible. Your body feels so very good. And you smell delicious. By the seven halls, you smell divine. Your mind is sharp and good. How you can love my wretched soul, I don’t know. But I’m glad you do.”<br><br>He let his lust rise up. Which was not at all difficult with the scent of her heat and the sensation of her tight, wet cunt. He growled as he bit and nibbled roughly on her neck. His mind communicated to Aubrey not words, but his lust for her, his want and desire for her body, for the taste of her flesh, for the feel of her skin. He fucked her hard, thrusting to her body forcefully, his throbbing cock demanding her body yield over and over.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>28-07-2011, 06:30:28</strong>
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				Aubrey's mind was filled with fire and heat, burning lust and need. All of which was coming from Conall. She could feel his love as if it were a solid thing. <br><br><em>You are not wretched, my love, but a beautiful bright soul,</em> she thought as she kissed him passionately. <em>No one other than you, deserves me.</em><br><br>She took his cock thrust for thrust and as he leaned her back, the tip rubbed against her g-spot. She moaned aloud and her fingers dug into his back. Her hips met his over and over again as he quickened pace. She widened her legs allowing him in deeper. As the orgasm hit her, she threw her head back, her light brown hair flying around her as she let out a howling scream of pleasure. <br><br>She bucked against him as her pussy clenched hard, milking his cock. As she panted, she rested her forehead agaisnt his. <em>Cum for me, love</em>, she said. Pressing him down to the ground, she ran her hands over his chest and stomach. She loved how the muscle rippled beneath her hands as he thrust up to meet her. <br><br>"You are so beautiful," she said aloud. "Especially here." Her small hand stopped above his heart, where she could feel the steady beat beneath. "This is why I love you. What you have shown me, I believe you have never shown anyone else that part of you, for fear of losing them. That makes you selfless. There is more to you than you realize and I intend to know every bit of you."<br><br>She slid up and down his shaft, her muscles clenching around him. She leaned back slightly, her hair sliding over his legs as her body rose and fell around him, her creamy skin glistening in the morning light. Her breathing quickened as her body rocked atop him. <em>Cum with me, Conall. Cum for me.</em> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xajow</strong> on <strong>29-07-2011, 08:22:47</strong>
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				She called him bright. He had not been bright in that way... in a very long time. So many things stained his soul. How could she see possibly see past that?<br><br>His eyes watered, but he forgot why as soon as she began to howl and clench his cock tightly. He slowed himself down, brought his fucking motion down to something far more gentle, yet he did not stop.<br><br>And then she put her forehead to his and called him to cum. His body responded by shuddering very hard, almost shaking. And he nearly did cum in that moment, but she pulled her head up, and the intensity of her request seemed to fade. She turned their bodies, and his back was to the ground. He lay there motionless, overwhelmed by the strength of the connection between them.<br><br>He was looking up her as she spoke. She called him beautiful. She spoke of knowing every bit of him. How could he let her? And somehow he knew he would. Just as he would come to know all of her. But the things he had done. To survive yes, but still. There were dark things.<br><br>But then she was moving on his still hard cock. And he was watching her skin look like the sunrise incarnate. She leaned back and he watched her breasts move up and down. Perspiration covered her, and her body glistened in the sunlight. And then she began to call him to cum again.<br><br>His hips pushed up to her. No one had ever called to his body that way before. She was not just thinking words. She was calling to his flesh. She was communicating her want of his cum. He had not even known it was possible. He felt the pressure build with in him. It began to burn.<br><br>Yet as she called to his flesh, his own lust was calling to hers. Without his realizing it, the ghost hands returned and were massaging her glorious breasts. He wanted her flesh. He wanted her. His body pushed up to her over and over. The motion of his hips was slow but hard. He body arched up, pushing her body up as well. His own arms held his weight steady on the ground, while his ghost hands continued to squeeze and caress her breasts.<br><br>His semen burned inside him. It was hot and made hotter by her call. It was painful. His cock hurt. Each pump of blood made his erection feel like it was about to explode.<br><br><em>“Cum,”</em> he thought to her. <em>“Cum. Yes. Cum. Cum. Cum now.”</em><br><br>His mouth opened but no sound came out. Hips pushed up, his body arched enough to drag his head over the ground as he pushed up to her. Hot semen erupted like never before. It seemed to burn his cock. And each eruption put a field of little points of light all across his vision. The pressure of semen in his loins seemed not to diminish for a long time.<br><br>After a span of time he could not measure, the intensity of the orgasm began to diminish. His head turned side to side. And suddenly he needed air. He gasped even as he felt the last jets of semen leave him. His body collapsed to the ground. Stars still invaded his vision, but they were slowly fading.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>31-07-2011, 02:09:29</strong>
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				She collapsed on top of him, laying her head over his heart as she caught her breath. As the sexual high began to fade, she began to remember bits and pieces of the night before. It was a whirl of sensations and smells, one sticking out in particular. The taste of blood and hot meat. <br><br>She sat up, her eyes wide in her face. She looked down at Conall her hands on the side of his face forcing him to look at her. "Conall, what did we kill last night?" Oh, she knew. She knew it hadn't been any animal that lived in her woods. It couldn't have been. It had been too fatty to be any deer, and there had just been too much of it to be any rabbit and it sure as hell hadn't been any kind of bird.<br><br>Her stomach revolted at the thought and she scrambled off him to retch in a nearby bush. <em>Oh, dear Goddess, what have I done?</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xajow</strong> on <strong>01-08-2011, 20:28:01</strong>
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				He was still riding a sexual high when Aubrey asked her question. By the time she hurried off to the bushes he remembered what they had killed. He sobered quickly.<br><br>He sat up, blinked and took a deep breath. He needed to focus. He stood and walked over to Aubrey. He put his hand on her back, and could not help but enjoy for brief moment the softness of her skin.<br><br>“Calm down, Aubrey,” he said as he gently rubbed her back. “You were a wolf, and you killed a threat. Your first kill, and you did it beautifully. I am actually proud of you.”<br><br>He pulled her into his embrace and held her firmly. His arms pressed her gently to his torso.<br><br>“Just breathe, my pretty werewolf girl. Breathe slowly. Come on, breathe with me.” He inhaled slowly and deeply, held the breath for a moment and exhaled slowly. He repeated this several times as he let her breathing come into rhythm with his.<br><br>“Yes, Derek is dead. But he was a serious threat to you and to me. You were in wolf form for the first time, and you reacted out of pure instinct. You did not murder him. You killed in self-defence. You did nothing wrong.<br><br>“Don’t talk. Just breathe. In. Out. You did nothing wrong. He was a threat to your life and mine. You did exactly what you were supposed to do. You’re my good girl. My good little wolfen girl.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>02-08-2011, 06:40:57</strong>
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				She did the only thing she able. She let her breathing follow Conall's, practically letting him breathe for her. His touch was comforting and she could feel the wolf inside her, as if it were a living being, curl against him, calling to his. <br><br>Her mind was a whir, but she needed to let go of her innocence. He was right, Derek had been a threat to her and hers. He had had a gun. He had meant to harm Conall, that much she was sure. It was not her fault he had just happened upon a very bad time. <br><br>She nodded against his chest, her arms wrapped tightly around his torso. She probably would have killed him with her magic, had she been in human form, that much she was sure. She wouldn't let anything harm her mate, no matter what. <br><br>She pulled back to look up at him, her hazel eyes huge in her face. "Did I have to eat him, though?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xajow</strong> on <strong>03-08-2011, 03:44:53</strong>
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				He could not help but smile a little at the question.<br><br>“Yeah, actually,” he said as he reached up to brush hair out of her face. He was certain now that her body had been changed by the wolfen transformation. The more he looked at her face, the more sure he was that her eyes were larger, and her lips more plump.<br><br>“Wolfen eat what they kill. And as the queen of the pack, at least for last night, you had to take your share. By the gods, you are so beautiful.”<br><br>He ran his hands over her back and hips. He was not imagining it. Her body felt more toned. Her waist felt smaller. The changes were subtle, but they were there. It made him wonder if something had happened to him during his first transformation. He did remember noticing girls more after his first transformation. He smiled and shook the thoughts away.<br><br>“I adore you. I’ve never known anyone as extraordinary as you.” He picked her up and put his left forearm under her ass. She felt as light as a sack of feathers. He carried her as he began to walk back toward the cabin. “You’re just gorgeous.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>03-08-2011, 03:56:32</strong>
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				The way he was talking about her and the look in his eyes pushed all thoughts of eating Derek out of her head. She blushed a bright red, the flush lighting up her skin as she giggled slightly. She cuddled close to him when he picked her up and began walking to the cabin. She glanced around the front yard are of her cabin. There was no sign of any human being torn to pieces, but it did look as if something had been killed and eaten there. The wolves had done a good job of not leaving anything behind.<br><br>She inhaled deep, the smells around her were just so much stronger now, even Conall. He smelled like soft earth after rain. He smelled like home. She smiled. She was lucky to have happened upon him, that he came to her that night. She couldn't be any happier.<br><br>As they walked up the porch, she noticed small holes here and there in the wooden wall. Derek's gun must have gone off. He had only been equipped with bird shot. What the hell would he have done with that? She shook her head, that was all behind her now. <br><br>Now she needed to concentrate on her rituals. She needed to thank the Goddess for such a gift and cleanse the area around their home. Derek had left a lot of bad energy and she needed to clear it from herself.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xajow</strong> on <strong>08-09-2011, 21:25:59</strong>
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				In another realm, unseen and unheard by Conall and most other beings of the earth, a discussion among powerful entities was taking place.<br><br>“Where did he go?”<br><br>“No one knows.”<br><br>“He cannot have vanished. Not from our sight.”<br><br>“Yet, he has.”<br><br>“He places all our plans in jeopardy.”<br><br>“Don’t be ridiculous. He is alone. He cannot oppose our will.”<br><br>“Yet, he has.”<br><br>“To no effect obviously.”<br><br>“Yet.”<br><br>“Whose side are you on?”<br><br>“My own.”<br><br>“Do you intend to defy us as well?”<br><br>“Of course not. But I harbor no illusions that he is no threat to your plans.”<br><br>“Are they not also your plans?”<br><br>“No. They never have been.”<br><br>“Then you side with him!”<br><br>“When will you learn that sometimes there are more than two sides to a matter?”<br><br>“Fool! There are ever only two sides. With us or against us.”<br><br>“Thus will your plans fail.”<br><br>“Ah! Then you do oppose us!”<br><br>“No. I do not need to oppose you. Your plans will fail without any interference from me.”<br><br>“Our plans cannot fail. The dog and his bitch cannot beat us.”<br><br>“Your ignorance is astonishing.”<br><br>“Ignorance! You dare?”<br><br>“Do not flash your eyes at me, goddess. I am not a human that you can frighten.”<br><br>“Perhaps you would like to explain what you mean when you call her and, by extension, the rest of us ignorant.”<br><br>“That is not quite what I said, but I will be happy to explain. Unfortunately, I doubt you, any of you, will understand it. I accused this haughty goddess of ignorance because the man and the woman have no need to beat us. They simply desire to be left alone.”<br><br>“You speak nonsense.”<br><br>“I speak the truth. That you fail to comprehend is no one’s fault but your own.”<br><br>“You are in league with him!”<br><br>“I am in league with no one. And no one is in league with me.”<br><br>“Do you not understand what is at stake?”<br><br>“I understand full well what is at stake. Hubris, pride and arrogance are at stake.”<br><br>“How dare you?”<br><br>“You refuse to be humbled. You refuse to accept change. You deny the reality that is a consequence of your own actions and desires.”<br><br>“Fool! We are gods!”<br><br>“Yes, of course we are. So?”<br><br>“So do you suggest as he did that we do nothing?”<br><br>“Of course not.”<br><br>“What then do you suggest?”<br><br>“That you proceed with your ill-fated plans, and watch them fail. It will be just.”<br><br>“Why are you smiling?” Silence. “You know something.” Silence. “What is it?”<br><br>“Ha ha ha ha ha!”<br><br>“Stop laughing! Stop! You’re mad! Stop laughing and tell us! Fool!”<br><br>“Ha ha ha ha HA HA HA!<br><br>- - - - -<br><br>Conall, fully unaware of the conversations of the gods, was laughing about a different matter entirely. He had passed through the doorway of the house with Aubrey in his arms. He had looked down at Aubrey’s beautiful form in his arms. And he had begun to laugh.<br><br>He laughed in joy. He had happiness. He had a home. And it was all her. It was all Aubrey. And she was in his arms. He laughed with&nbsp; joy he had not felt since he was a teenager. He laughed so hard that tears poured down his face.<br><br>He was still laughing as he lowered her legs and let her feet touch the ground. He squeezed her body in an embrace that would have cracked her ribs if she was not wolfen. His arms lessened the tightness of their hold but did not release her as he picked her up and spun around.<br><br>“You,” was all he said. The word was all he needed to say. It meant all he could say. Love, joy, acceptance, wonder, delight, gratitude, adoration, ecstasy, all in that one simple word. And then he kissed her.<br><br>He kissed her hard, claiming her and giving himself to her all at once. It was a promise, a demand, and an assertion. She was his. He was hers.<br><br>He felt fully intoxicated as he finally broke the kiss and stared at her with a huge grin on his face.<br><br>“You are a gorgeous, sexy woman. And I adore you.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>10-10-2011, 00:59:46</strong>
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				Aubrey ran her hands over his firm chest, his laughter tinkling in her ears. "Well, you sir, are one sexy werewolf." She kissed him again, her hands moving up to run through his hair. She felt better, the thoughts of killing Dereck pushed to the back of her mind. Now she could only think about the man before her. He was everything to her now, and all that she could ever want. <br><br>Gripping his hand, she pulled him towards the bathroom. They had mud and dirt all over them, traces of blood and other bodily fluids. She was ready to be clean. Then a thorough&nbsp; cleanse of her spirit and the surrounding area would need to be done. But first things first. <br><br>She turned the knobs and let the water warm up before stepping unders the fall, the water sluicing over her curves as she pulled him along with her. She sighed in contentment as the warmth spread through her. She grabbed her soap and lathered it in her hands before running them over Conall's body. The feel of his hard muscles beneath her hands heated her body all over again and she bit her lip as she rubbed over his chest and shoulders. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xajow</strong> on <strong>11-10-2011, 19:52:16</strong>
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				He was still smiling as she kissed him. He eagerly kissed back and squeezed her body in his arms. As she pulled him toward the bathroom, he chuckled. He watched her turn on the water, and let her pull him into the shower with her. He enjoyed watching the water caress her body.<br><br>The sight was arousing. She was beautiful. The water moved over her round breasts and down her taut torso, over her tiny waist and the flair of her hips. His gaze moved over her form and back up to her gorgeous face. He wondered once more what plan had brought him to her, but he pushed that thought away. Right now there was only Aubrey.<br><br>By the time she began to rub her soapy hands over his torso, his semi-hard cock was starting to slowly stiffen. The sensation of her soap-slick hands pushing away dirt from his skin only increased his arousal. He saw the slight blush that filled her cheeks and her covered her breasts. He smiled at her.<br><br>He leaned toward her slightly as he reached down and put his arms under her ass and picked her up. He put her back to the wall and held her up so that her chest was level with his face. He looked up at her face and grinned. He said nothing as he began to lick her chest.<br><br>His tongue moved over her breasts in a slow pattern of short licks. He was methodically cleaning her breasts with his tongue. No part of her chest was left untouched. From the outer side of her left breast to her cleavage to the outer side of her right breast, he licked. He left her nipples for last. He licked the right nipple slowly, swirling his tongue around it. He sucked it into his mouth for a moment and then playfully flicked it with his tongue. He turned to her left nipple licked it slowly as well. When he sucked it into his mouth, he suckled on it slowly, licking it as he enjoyed the feel of her flesh in his mouth.<br><br>He kissed her nipple as he pulled his head back from her chest. He lowered her torso unto her face was level with his. He could not help but grin.<br><br>“I think I am going to enjoy us cleaning each other. Have I mentioned how incredibly pretty your eyes are?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>16-10-2011, 19:47:46</strong>
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				She moaned in pleasure as his tongue swiped over her breasts. She had never really been one for breast play, but his touch was so magical, she never wanted him to stop. He licked every inch of her chest and when he got to her nipples, she thought she would come right then and there just from that. <br><br>She began to grind her wet sex agaisnt him, he erection sliding over her ass as she did so. She smiled as he spoke so sweetly to her. "Hmm, I believe I will as well," she replied as her hands moved over his pecks, her thumbs sliding over his nipples. She pushed herself up a bit, using the wall for leverage to get his once more hardened cock between them. She slid her other lips over him, slickening him with her juices. "Mmmm, have I told you how amazing your cock feels?"<br><br>She leaned forward, her tongue coming out to lightly lick the water from his chin. She kissed her way over to his ear and lightly nibbled the lobe. She moaned in his ear, knowing what that sound did to him. She pulled back, her hands going to his face, cupping his cheeks lovingly. <br><br>"My eyes may be pretty, but you are handsome," she said then kissed his cheek, "sexy," kiss to the other cheek, "sweet," kiss to the corner of his mouth ,"and don't let me forget, all mine." She slanted her mouth over his, kissing him deeply, pouring all of her emotions into that kiss.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xajow</strong> on <strong>21-10-2011, 08:03:16</strong>
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				Even with the water of the shower filling the air with moisture, he could smell her arousal. He could feel her skin heat as the blood rushed to blush her flesh, stiffen her nipples and warm her cunt. Once more the thought came to him, they were going to spend a lot of time fucking.<br><br>He grinned as she pushed her slick but tight cunt over his cock. She moaned in his ear, which sent a hard shudder of lust through him. And then she leaned back and put her hands on his face. She spoke and kissed his face repeatedly. She was cute and sexy and beautiful all at once.<br><br>And then she kissed him strongly, and he sucked her tongue into his mouth. He pushed his head to hers and kissed her passionately. He wanted this woman with his body and mind and heart. He gave himself over to the kiss as he held her body up and felt his cock throb inside her.<br><br>He could only move his cock in her slightly. The motion was more like grinding his hips to hers rhythmically. Blood pulsed hard in his cock, and the tightness of her flesh made him feel each throb.<br><br><em>You are mine</em>, he thought to her. <em>My woman. My love. My lover. My mate.</em> The rest of his thoughts were lustful images of fucking her hard, fucking her in various rooms of the house and outside, and in various positions. He pushed his hips to hers harder and harder. The wall behind her creaked. His cock throbbed intensely.<br><br>And still he kissed her mouth. He wanted her lips on his. He wanted her breath in his mouth. He wanted her cunt on his cock. He wanted her. All of her. He lusted for her body. He wanted her completely.<br><br><em>Mine</em>, he thought. <em>Mine</em>.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>10-11-2011, 01:54:26</strong>
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				Her cries as he ground into her were stolen by his mouth as he kissed her passionately. She was lost in him. In the feel of his body around hers, the feel of his thick shaft so deep inside her. The way she could feel every single emotion through his kiss. She even thought in her head as thoughts of them fucking in various positions and various rooms flashed through her mind. And one word. One simple word. Mine.<br><br>She thought it back to him. He was hers in every way possible. She had given her heart, and body to him, and even her soul. She was his completely, and there was nothing that could keep her from him. Nothing whatsoever if she could help it. <br><br>Her hips bucked and she pushed his away slightly as she cried out, her orgasm ripping through her. Her back arched, thrusting her breasts up and towards him. "Connal," his name was ripped from her lips as she ground back, his cock sending even more tinier shockwaves through her clenching pussy. She rode it out, her body rolling, urging him to come with her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xajow</strong> on <strong>11-11-2011, 04:35:04</strong>
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				Conall was reminded of the first time they had fucked. They had been outside and he had been feral in his passion. He remembered the first time she had said his proper name. He remembered the first time he woke in her house and saw her and smelled her, and the way she had aroused him. The memories flickered through his mind, and he gave them to her, and let her know how arousing and sexy she was to him.<br><br>Things had changed so much since they had met. And it had not been more than a few days really, yet it felt like weeks because so many things had happened.<br><br>Aubrey called his name once more. This was not a memory. It was happening now. He wondered if she understood now how much she filled his senses, and how delicious she seemed to him all the time.<br><br>He smiled to her. Her face was an expression of lust and pleasure. It was never more beautiful. Each whimpering breath that escaped her mouth delighted him. He continued to push his hips to her over and over, grinding to her body, forcing her to feel his throbbing erection moving inside her tight cunt. He leaned his head to her ear.<br><br>“You are mine now, little girl,” he whispered to her. “Mine. I claim you as my own. I choose you above all others to be mine. You belong to me now, and I jealously guard my property. I horde it. You are mine, and I am not letting you go, not for men or gods. I will keep you and cherish you, in good and bad, in fat years and lean, in good health and ill, now and always. Aubrey, my witch, my mate, my lover, you are mine. I love you, Aubrey.”<br><br>He lowered his mouth and began to nibble on her neck. He grunted softly against her flesh. Pressure was building in his loins and the throbbing of his cock was almost painful inside Aubrey’s tight sex. He bit her neck as he shuddered with the intensity of the sensations. He shoved his hips to her as he pushed to her as hard and as deep as he possibly could. His mouth released her neck but bit her neck again as he felt the heat of his semen shoot down the length of his cock and erupt inside her.<br><br>He groaned loudly with her flesh in his mouth as he came. Over and over, he felt the pleasure of thick, hot seed being pumped through his aching cock. His teeth broke her skin. He tasted her blood and it was only one more pleasurable sensation. She tasted like salt and lust.<br><br>Only when his climax began to fade did his mouth let go of her neck. He licked at her blood. He lifted his head to look at her face. He grinned.<br><br>“You’re delicious.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>26-11-2011, 21:54:51</strong>
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				Aubrey cried out as his teeth sank into her shoulder. It forced another orgasm to tear through her, her pussy muscled clenching and tightening around him as his own orgasm shot hot semen into her womb. They rode it out together, both thier bodies shaking from the effects. <br><br>She was panting, trying to catch her breath as he released her. She moaned softly as his tongue swiped over her fresh wound, lapping at the blood. His words had warmed her, causing her heart to swell. "I don't want to go anywhere, Conall. I have no home, unless you are in it. Always and forever." She kissed him passionately before unwrapping her legs from his waiste. She felt his still somewhat stiff member slide from her as she moved. She looked up at him and smiled. "Well, so much for being clean. Good thing we're in the shower." She reached back behind him, her hand meeting the now cold spray. "Damn, it's gone cold. Come on, my love. Let's get dried off and have some breakfast," she said as she shut off the water. <br><br>Gripping his hand, she pulled him from the shower. Her eyes couldn't help but roam over his body. All hard lines and angles. Pure muscle and hard man. She licked her lips. She knew they had just had amazing mind blowing sex in the shower, but she couldn't help but feel her body heaten once more as she looked upon him. The tatoo her magic had marked him with swirled around his bicep, accentuating the muscle there. She felt a growl rise in her throat. <br><br>"Mine," she growled as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled his dripping body flush with hers. "You remember that Conall. You are mine. Every little bit of you, and if I ever see another woman just look at you the wrong way, I will rip her eyes from her head." Her eyes widened when she had realized what she had said. "Oh, my. I have no idea where that came from." But she couldn't fight the jealousy that rose of another woman approaching him. There would be hell to pay. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xajow</strong> on <strong>28-11-2011, 07:26:30</strong>
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				He chuckled as she claimed him as her own and proclaimed her jealousy. Only a few minutes before, she had, like a girl of the city, shunned taking a cold shower, and now she was making proclamations like a wild wolfen bitch. She was young in so many ways. And under her city manners, there was a wolfen beast starting to assert itself.<br><br>“Calm down, Aubrey. No one but you is here to look at me.” He smiled. He could hardly seem to stop smiling around her. Not that he wanted to. “You’re learning the impulses of the werewolf,” he explained. And it was true that she was dealing with the primal impulses that were strong with wolfen, but there was something more. He could smell it on her skin, but he left the knowledge unspoken. He could be wrong. And he did not want to get hopes up, hers or his.<br><br>“As I told you the other day,” he continued, “survival as a werewolf requires discipline. Even a glorious queen of wolves such as yourself needs discipline.” He smiled a mischievous smile. “Helping you learn that could be fun. Hm.” He squeezed her tightly. He leaned down, put his arms under her ass, picked her up and carried her to the kitchen. “But first, what was that you said about breakfast?”<br><br>He licked Aubrey’s lips. She was so sensual, and becoming a werewolf had only made her more so. She smelled like wet grass after a spring rain, like she had just run through a field of roses, like soft skin and warm blood, like eager lust and taut muscles, like a woman ought to smell. He had intended to put her down so the preparing of food could begin. But he did not. She smelled too good for that.<br><br>He carried her to the table and sat her down on the edge of it. His hands slid up her bare, wet back, and his mouth went to her neck. He nibbled roughly there as he gradually leaned her backwards. His mouth softly growled and hungrily nipped at her shoulder and then down to her breasts. He teased her nipples for a moment or two before laying her down and sliding his hands down to her waist.<br><br>He had just spoken to her of discipline, and now he was hardly exercising any discipline at all. Her scent and her warmth made denying his own lusts very difficult. He was with a werewolf again--a gorgeous, sexy, delicious werewolf--after so many years of being alone. He could exercise discipline later.<br><br>He nibbled over her abdomen, past her navel and down to her inner thighs. His hands gripped her ass and lifted her up. His rough tongue slid over her labia. He began to lick the residue of her orgasms. He growled loudly in enjoyment of the taste of her body. She tasted of salt and of sweet lust. And the unspoken thing he had smelled earlier, he could taste now. There was no mistake. She was fertile.<br><br>“I think my breakfast starts here today,” he said before nibbling gently on her warm vaginal lips. “Mmm. By the seven halls, you are exquisite.”<br><br>Aubrey was fertile, but she had not been born a werewolf. There was still a chance that she could not have his children any more than an ordinary woman could. Yet, she was anything but ordinary. He put the thoughts away. To think of such things was foolish. Particularly when his lust wanted to focus on other things.<br><br>His hands moved to hold her thighs open as he pulled her legs to his shoulders. His mouth made a long, low growl--the closest thing a werewolf has to a purr--as he continued to relish the flavor of her wet flesh.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>28-11-2011, 09:26:28</strong>
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				Aubrey could feel the truth of his words inside her. She felt the other part of her, the new part, sliding around in there, close to the surface. She had a feeling that if she didn't meet it half way, it would demand supremacy and it would take over control. He was right. She did need to learn to control it. She had never known herself to be a jealous woman before but now, she could picture herself with blood on her hands. <br><br>She smiled as he picked her up, her limbs gripping him automatically as he walked them towards the kitchen. "Yes, breakfast. I was thinking steak and eggs..." but her words were stopped when his delectable lips began to nibble on her and kiss her skin. <br><br>Her hands moved over his taut muscles as he set her down. She moaned as he took a nipple into his hot mouth, her back arching into him. He trailed lower and her stomach quivered beneath his lips. She was once again hot and aching for his touch and she laid back against the cool wood of the table as his hands gentle led her down.<br><br>A growl left her throat as his nipped the inside of her thigh before his devilish tongue slid over her aching sex. Her back arched off the table and his hands spread her legs wider, his wide shoulders pushing her open wide.<br><br>Her moans were audible throughout the kitchen as he ate at her, his long tongue sliding through her lips and tasting the remnants of their last lovemaking. <br><br>It was insane how easily she was once more ready for him, her body feeling that familiar build up of pressure in her lower belly. Her fingers buried in his hair, gripping hard as her hips ground against his face allowing his tongue to swirl around her clit. She felt herself explode as he touched upon the sensitive bundle of nerves and her scream of Ecstasy echoed through the kitchen. Her hips bucked beneath him and her body rolled as the orgasm shook her. <br><br>But now she was aching to be filled, needing to feel him so deep inside, like he was a part of her she was missing when he was away. "Connal, now. I need you now."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xajow</strong> on <strong>01-12-2011, 05:44:47</strong>
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				His warm tongue lapped at the juices of her sexual lust. The scream Aubrey made was beautiful. And the words she said next were even more so. Her lust was strong. He could feel it in the way she pushed herself to him, and he could smell it on her skin. Her lust seemed to feed his own. His cock was already stiff again, and the way she spoke of her need sent a light tremor of pleasure through his body.<br><br>For a brief moment he remembered she was fertile. He wondered if she knew. Already this morning he had pumped her womb full of seed. And now he was about to fuck her again. What would be the result? Had the changes in her made her receptive to his sperm? All of this flashed through his mind in a mere instant. He quickly pushed it away. Such thoughts were dangerous.<br><br>He moved her thighs down to his abdomen and let her calves rest on his shoulders. He held on to her thighs as he brought his erection to her cunt and began to push into her. He pushed slowly, gradually sinking the full length of his cock inside her body. When his hips pressed against her ass, he pulled back slightly and began to slowly and rhythmically fuck her.<br><br>“By the seven halls, you are a sexy woman,” he said with a soft growl. He felt her tight flesh pressed against the length of his engorged erection. Her hot, slick juices coated his stiff cock as it moved back and forth inside her. While he watched her face, his own face showed his lust for her. He groaned as he continued to move his hips back and forth. Each slow push forward sent a tremor of pleasure through him.<br><br>He felt the restraint of his feral impulses start to crumble. He blamed her for it. The scent of her flesh, the sight of her breasts rising and falling, the sound of her breaths and whimpers, the taste of her that remained in his mouth, the sensation of her silky cunt tightly enveloping his cock, all made keeping the feral werewolf desires under control almost impossible. But what made it truly impossible was that he did not have to keep those desires under control with her. She knew what he was and embraced it.<br><br>And underneath all of that was a hope. A hope he dare not consider because it was impossible. And yet a hope he could not deny. For a brief moment his eyes watered. His emotions were hard to control when he was giving in to feral desires. But his hunger for her and for the sexual release of orgasm overwhelmed all else.<br><br>As he began to speed up his motion, his fingers pressed tightly to her thighs. He gripped her hard as he began to thrust to her with more force. The table beneath her body rocked and creaked as the fucking changed from slow and careful to hard and fast. His growls grew louder and more wolf-like. His cock throbbed with hot blood. The throbbing was painful inside her tight cunt, which only fed his bestial lust. He pushed harder to her body. Soon he was slamming his body to hers, grinding to her flesh, bucking to her cunt. His lust was hungry, and he would not stop until he was sated.<br><br>Giving into his lust had started a transformation. He was growing short, dark indigo fur. His face was becoming something between a wolf and a human. The blaze on his snout was blood red fur. The color in his eyes swirled and changed to a dark cyan. His muscle mass became more dense. His bucking thrusts to her body became still harder and rougher as her cunt seemed to squeeze his cock tighter and tighter. The pressure in his loins also seemed to build. Pain and pleasure were one thing, inseparable.<br><br>He barked at her with a snout that could not form words. He growled with deep lustful hunger. As he held her thighs, the motion of his body made the fur of his torso rub against her legs. Table and floor creaked under the force of his thrusts.<br><br>Finally he felt the pressure of semen that could no longer be held back by the tightness of the sex that held his cock. The white hot seed flowed through his shaft and erupted inside her. He roared in pleasure and felt also his body shaking as he buried and held his erection in her cunt. Hot jets of cum continued to erupt, making each moment of orgasm seem like new climax. <br><br>He was still trembling when the orgasm began to subside. He groaned in pleasure and closed his eyes. With his cock still inside her, and her calves still at his shoulders, he finally let go of her thighs and leaned against her legs.<br><br>His hot seed was inside her. And she was fertile. Could the one thing that he had known for so many years to be impossible, the one thing that could never again happen, could it now somehow be possible? It would be wonderful and frightening. He had never prepared for it. He had not considered it until he had smelled the possibility on her skin. It would change everything. He felt the tears come again to his eyes. And he felt them drip onto his face.<br><br>He opened his eyes, and blinked the tears away so he could look at Aubrey’s beautiful face. His half wolfen face would not form words properly, but he looked at her with love and adoration. He growled contentedly. He would have to tell her about the possibility. But not in this moment. He only wanted to look at her, and enjoy how incredibly beautiful she was and how much he loved everything about her. He would tell her soon though. He had to. He wanted to. He needed to.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>04-12-2011, 21:25:20</strong>
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				Aubrey could feel the magic swirling around her as Conall slammed into her. It tickled her skin ans slid over her in a caress, heightening her already mounting pleasure. She opened her eyes to see him losing control, the dark indigo fur sprouting over his well muscled body. His face elongated into the familiar wolf/man snout and he was growling and snarling, his barks echoing through the kitchen. It turned her on even more and she arched her back, her hips coming off the table to thrust back against his hard cock and her nails digging into his biceps. <br><br>He came roaring atop her, the sound of his release pushing her over, and she screamed out his name as her own orgasm crashed upon her, her lithe body rising from the table. She could feel the hot shots of hit semen filling her, and her breath came out in a gasp as this one felt different than the other orgasms she had experienced with him. It was mind blowing and shook her whole body. <br><br>His body was leaning on her as they came down back to earth and as she looked up, she noticed his eyes were wet with unshed tears. Her hands released his arms, her nais coming back tinted slightly in red. She had gripped him so hard, she had punctured skin, but she doubted that would have brought on the tears. She cupped his face, pulling him down close to her own. "Why the tears my love?" she asked. Those gorgeous eyes were filled with love and he smiled at her. She could see the happiness there and it made her chest tighten. <br><br>He had never really known this, except for once before, but that female had died. And he had been alone for so long. Now he had her, and she planned to never go anywhere. "Conall..." she whispered before she nuzzled against his cheek. She could stay like that forever, but the wood of the table was starting to become uncomfortable against her back and her stomach chose then to rumble obnoxiously. She pulled away and laughed, her own eyes full of love and adoration for the male who was holding her so lovingly. <br><br>"Come on my love, shift back to all that delicious naked skin and I will make you some breakfast."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xajow</strong> on <strong>09-12-2011, 19:29:53</strong>
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				He did not shift back to full human form immediately as he might otherwise have done. He was hungry too. But to try to say out loud what she needed to be told, it would be a Herculean effort. So instead he slid his hands up her body to grasp her head. He pulled her head to his, his snout against her nose and her forehead against his.<br><br><em>So alone</em>, he thought to her, <em>and now you. Wolfen gone. Killed. Scattered.</em> Brief images of his past passed to her mind, images of wolfen being slaughtered, and of the tiny few who remained agreeing to split up and never contact each other again. <em>No more.</em> Even in his thoughts, he could only form fragments of sentences. The emotion made anything else difficult. <em>But now, you</em>, he thought as he sent her an image of her becoming a werewolf. <em>And now...</em><br><br>He pulled his head back. He had to shut his eyes tight to squeeze away the tears. He touched his forehead to hers once more.<br><br><em>Now, you... fertile</em>. He sent her images of her as they fucked that morning. <em>You could... impossible! No. You could...</em> He gave her mind an image of a human infant. <em>Ours</em>, he thought with hope.<br><br>But he gave her no chance to respond. He broke contact with her forehead and put his arms around her torso. He squeezed her tight. He felt overwhelmed. To hope for an impossible thing was foolish, and yet she had already done the impossible. This one more thing, this possibility of a child, it was insane. Yet he found he wanted it more than anything else he had ever wanted, aside from Aubrey. Which was in itself insane. He knew nothing of being a father. He had no pack to help. His arms squeezed harder.<br><br>He let her go. He dropped his arms. He stared at her for a moment. A thought had occured. An unwelcome but necessary thought. He closed his eyes and forced himself to make a transformation. His fur disappeared and his head returned to a human shape. He opened his eyes to look at her once more.<br><br>“Don’t say anything yet. I... A normal woman cannot... But you’re not a normal woman... You’re wolfen now. And you’re... You’re fertile. And my seed... It’s impossible. But so is you becoming a werewolf. And I want...” He sighed. “But you... do... you... could... you... want this?”<br><br>He stood there feeling suddenly like a lost child. What if she said no? He should have been more careful. He should have guessed this could happen. But it was impossible. He had no reason to think of it before. Even so, she could believe he had imposed this on her. It might be a responsibility she did not want. She had expressed no desire for children before this. What if she said no? What would he do? What would she do?<br><br>“I’m a fool,” he whispered.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>10-12-2011, 07:28:27</strong>
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				Aubrey let out a small gasp as images flooded her mind. She knew instantly they came from him, the linked mental path felt familiar and the way his turquoise eyes met her green ones. She had seen the tears there, the sadness in those depths and now she knew why.<br><br>Did she even want a baby? Just the possibility. How could she not? Werewolf or not, she was madly in love with the man holding her tightly and to have a family, to have his child growing within her...<br><br>She smiled, her eyes filling with tears of her own. She sat up and wrapped her arms around him. "Of course, I would love to have a family with you." <br><br>She wouldn't be alone now. Not ever again. She was sure there would never be any adultery in their relationship and leaving him, just thought made her heart break. <br><br>She understood completely why Derek hadn't worked out. He hadn't been the one for her. She had been waiting for Conall the whole time. Unknowingly. But somehow, something knew and now the best man she had ever known, stood before her, his emotions on his sleeve. <br><br>She pulled from him and gripped a hand, placing it on her flat belly. This time, she had felt a difference and maybe, just maybe...<br><br>"If we conceive, I will love this child with all of my heart, no questions asked. Werewolf, witch, it doesn't matter. Even a witchey wolf, I don't care. It eould be a child made in love. Our love. I love you Conall. Always and forever."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xajow</strong> on <strong>11-12-2011, 19:18:09</strong>
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				When he would look back on the incident later, he would know what he felt was an intense relief. But in the moment, he was aware of not being able to see past his tears and feeling light-headed. His knees nearly buckled. All because she had said would accept having his child.<br><br>“Aubrey...” he said in a whisper. “I...” He could see only a blur of the world around him. “I don’t... have the words...” He squeezed her almost too tightly. Tears from his eyes wet the side of her face as he held her in a nearly crushing embrace. But it lasted only a moment. He relaxed his hold on her, and looked at the blur where her face should be. He was grinning.<br><br>“I need to sit down, but I can’t see where the chairs are.” Tears continued to stream down his face. He blinked, but more tears blurred his vision. He felt as though he had suddenly stopped carrying a heavy burden. He felt the room sway a bit, and he reached out to put his hand where he hoped the table was. “I need to sit down,” he said again. “Yes, that would be good. Sitting down.”<br><br>He started to laugh. He felt almost as if he might never be sad again. His knees finally stopped holding him up as his body seemed to give itself over to laughing. His knees buckled, and then he fell to his ass, and sat on the floor, laughing. He leaned back slowly until he was laying on the floor, laughing. He laughed hard and long. Tears flowed until there were simply no more tears left, and still he laughed. He laughed loudly, as if he were shouting his laughter at the gods themselves.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>19-12-2011, 21:19:19</strong>
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				She smiled and slid from the table to kneal beside him. His joyous laughter filled her kitchen, their kitchen now, and she felt her own heart swell with joy. She had a chance with this man. A chance for love and a family full of it. She knew he had never saw that for himself, but now, he had a chance too. <br><br>"Conall," she grabbed his hand and pulled it to her chest, resting it over her heart, " I want you to know, you can have anything you want with me. A home, love, children. They are yours for the taking. You have already taken my heart, it your choice what to do with it. I know that I love you with every bit of me, heart, body and soul, and we are going to have a baby, a part of me and you to grace this house with joy and love, because I want every little thing with you that I can have." She felt that every word she had said was true. Even having a baby. If it were possible, she had already felt a small change within her. She wasn't sure what it had been exactly, but a small flicker of hope grew within her chest. <br><br>"Come on, love, let's make some food." She stood, pulling on his hand to stand with her. Moving to the fridge, she opened it and grabbed the carton of eggs from the door. She frowned as she felt the lightness of it. "I think it's time to go into town. I haven't been grocery shopping for quite some time now." She placed the carton back in the fridge and taking his hand led him to the bedroom. <br><br>"We can't very well go to town naked, and I doubt you'd like to stay here, so, we have to find something to cover that dilectable body of yours." A growl escaped her throat at the thought of another woman seeing him like this. "We're going to buy you some clothes too." She handed him the sweat pants from the day before and found a man's shirt in the box in her closet. It was a little small but it would fit. She wondered why she had even kept the box of Derek's things but she guessed it worked out for the time being.<br><br>She put on a pair of worn faded jeans that cupped her bottom and legs nicely before securing a bra and slipping a peasant shirt over her head. She grabbed her purse and held out her hand. "Alright, we can take some tinctures into town and sell them to the herabalist. Wouldn't hurt to have some extra money." She looked up at him, her green eyes bright. "Alrighty then, ready for our adventure into town?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xajow</strong> on <strong>05-01-2012, 20:31:12</strong>
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				“The fool laughs.”<br><br>“He has no inkling of our plan.”<br><br>“He will hate us the more for it.”<br><br>“So? There is nothing he can do to stop it.”<br><br>“He will fight us.”<br><br>“You’re starting to sound like-”<br><br>“I know what that sounds like. I’m not objecting. Just wondering if this will play out as we planned.”<br><br>“He has no idea what he could now accomplish.”<br><br>“He might learn.”<br><br>“Who will teach him? Not her. They will be too busy fucking.”<br><br>“The Renegade might.”<br><br>“Hush!”<br><br>“He would not!”<br><br>“Yes, he would. He fights our purpose.”<br><br>“And he has left us. We cannot find him.”<br><br>“But to actively work against our plan! Madness!”<br><br>“Is it? Don’t glare at me like that. I have never been a major supporter of the plan. This is not a secret. But I am here, am I not?”<br><br>“How can you question?”<br><br>“I question our motives.”<br><br>“The plan is for their good and ours! Can you not see that?”<br><br>“Less with every passing moment.”<br><br>“Do you side with the Exile?”<br><br>“How dare you question what we have decided!”<br><br>“Are so foolish that you do not understand there is no other way?”<br><br>“Do not threaten me! I am not a mortal you can frighten with your postures of anger. I can see that you are all as afraid as I am.”<br><br>“Afraid! Ha! You are a weakling. You probably agree with the Exile that they can be allowed to rule themselves. Do you not see how they scramble for someone else to rule them? They need us. They need this plan.”<br><br>“You call me weak? You refuse to see your own weakness.”<br><br>“We are gods!”<br><br>“Indeed. So is the Exile. And the Renegade.”<br><br>“Do not speak of him!”<br><br>“The Renegade will help them. The Exile might too. Exiling him was foolishness.”<br><br>“Stop your bickering! Nothing will stop our plan. All is in place now. They cannot beat us.”<br><br>“What was it the Exile said? ‘They have no need to beat us.’”<br><br>“Silence!”<br><br>-----<br><br>Conall’s stomach rumbled as Aubrey spoke of going into town. She found him some clothes to wear. He was reluctant to put them on, but he knew eventually they would have to go to town. The sooner their first trip was made, the better. He would preferred to let her go by herself, but he knew she would need him. Her feral impulses were still undisciplined. There would be questions to address about her business and probably about Derek also. Conall could not allow Aubrey to handle that on her own.<br><br>He was also tempted to be in wolf form as he accompanied Aubrey, but that would prevent him from being able to be with her at all times. If he left her alone, even for a few minutes, and the wrong question about Derek was asked, she could snap. Her emotions were simply too raw. And her newness to being a werewolf left her without the tools to keep herself in check in polite society.<br><br>He put on the pants and shirt. The shirt seemed too tight. But Aubrey mentioned getting new clothes. It would not hurt to have some decent human clothes that fit.<br><br>He looked over Aubrey, who was standing there in her snug pants and her peasant shirt. His cock stiffened quickly. He wondered if the people in town would notice the changes in her body. She was even more a voluptuous beauty than she had been before becoming a werewolf. She was leaner and yet more curvaceous at the same time. He wanted to slide his hands under her shirt, feel her breasts in his hands. He wanted to bend her over and fuck her tight ass. He closed his eyes and forced his lust to recede. His cock relaxed, and he sighed with regret.<br><br>“The only thing stopping me from fucking you right now,” he said as he opened his eyes, “is that we need to get food. We will have to eat after we get something better for me to wear. The scent on these clothes...” He left that thought unfinished. “I look like a beggar.” He smiled to Aubrey and took her hand. “Let’s go. The sooner we get there, the sooner we can eat. And maybe,” he said with a mischievous wink, “there is a motel room we could use for a couple of hours.”<br><br>-----<br><br>“Hello.”<br><br>“Ha. I was never as skilled as you at hiding.”<br><br>“You are too kind. So they kicked you out, did they?”<br><br>“Mostly she did, but they all went along with it.”<br><br>“Naturally.”<br><br>“They refuse to even mention you.”<br><br>“Of course, they are afraid and refuse to face that which they fear.”<br><br>“Do you have a plan?”<br><br>“Ha ha ha! Only in the loosest sense of the word.”<br><br>“Oh? Do tell.”<br><br>“I intend to engage and see how things develop.”<br><br>“How can you defeat their plan without one of your own?”<br><br>“Because I do not need one of my own. The seeds of the failure of their plan are already in their plan. They have sown those seeds themselves. All I have to do is water them.”<br><br>“What do you expect to see happen?”<br><br>“Life.”<br><br>“I don’t understand yet.”<br><br>“You will, brother, you will.”<br><br>“Brother?”<br><br>“Have you not read the works of the human writers? One in particular was quite good. I will share with you a portion of work that I am thinking of when I call you brother:”<br><br><em><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Will stand a tip-toe when the day is named,<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And rouse him at the name of Crispian.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He that shall live this day, and see old age,<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And say ‘Tomorrow is Saint Crispian:’<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And say ‘These wounds I had on Crispin's day.’<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Old men forget: yet all shall be forgot,<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;But he’ll remember with advantages<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;What feats he did that day: then shall our names.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Familiar in his mouth as household words<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Harry the king, Bedford and Exeter,<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester,<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Be in their flowing cups freshly remember’d.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;This story shall the good man teach his son;<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And Crispin Crispian shall ne’er go by,<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;From this day to the ending of the world,<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;But we in it shall be remember’d;<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;For he today that sheds his blood with me<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Shall be my brother; be he ne’er so vile,<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;This day shall gentle his condition:<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And gentlemen in England now a-bed<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Shall think themselves accursed they were not here,<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;That fought with us upon Saint Crispin’s day.</span></span></em><br><br>“Oh? Shedding blood are we?”<br><br>“Before this is all over, we may indeed.”<br><br>“Hm. You may be right, brother.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>16-01-2012, 22:07:31</strong>
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				Aubrey had to force her eyes from the man before her, and the heated look he gave her. Taking his hand, and trying her hardest not to think how good it would feel sliding over her naked flesh, she pulled him towards the truck she used for her trips to town. <br><br>Sadly, she was a bit of a loner, only ever going into town once a month to get the most basic of things. She wondered if he knew how to drive, but figured, as a wolf, why would he? After getting into the truck, she remembered that she hadn't grabbed her tinctures and had to quickly run back inside to grab them. But once she had, they were on their way. <br><br>The drive was heated, as his hand never strayed far from her, and she couldn't help the way her body responded to his touches. There were several times she had almost pulled over, just to slid over and straddle him, having her wicked way with him, but there were things to be done. <br><br>After about half an hour, they turned onto the road that led into town. The town was set up that when you entered, you had to go through the town square first, before getting to the houses and homes. First stop was the herbalist, so they could use that extra money to&nbsp; but Conall's clothes. She quickly pulled into the space before the shop and got out, waving to a few recognized people as she did. She did notice the looks Conall was recieving as she met him at the front of the truck. Both men and women alike were gawking. <br><br>Her eyes narrowed slightly, and she couldn't help the growl that came to her throat.&nbsp; She grabbed his hand, entwining their fingers, letting eveyone know who passed, he was hers. "Come on, let's get all this over with so we can go home."<br><br>A little bell tinkled over their heads as they entered the shop. Inscents were burning, and now, she could practically make out every individual scent within the place. It kind of made her light headed, as if she were being bombarded with all the different scents. She closed her eyes and tried to control her breathing as she called out to the shopkeeper. <br><br>"Ms. Bella, it's Aubrey with a new shipment for you." She looked up enough to see an elderly woman stroll out of the back of the store through a beaded curtain. <br><br>"Ah, Aubrey, it has been awhile. How have you been dear?" The older woman's eyes strayed to Conall, the deep gray orbs looking him over, and Aubrey was sure she could see a small sense of knowing in those eyes. <br><br>"Oh, I- uh," the room started to spin slightly, and she found her body sagging heavily into Conall. "Well, I was fine." Her hand rubbed over her face as she tried to take a deep breath. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xajow</strong> on <strong>17-01-2012, 05:53:13</strong>
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				He knew about automobiles, but rarely had he ridden in one. As he rode in the passenger seat of the truck and Aubrey drove, he kept his hand on Aubrey’s thigh. A couple of bumps caused his hand to end up at her crotch, and he smiled at the feel of the warmth there.<br><br>When they finally got to the town, she stopped the truck, and he was happy to get out of the contraption. The sound and the smell of it were not things he liked. He noticed the way she looked around and then grabbed his hand. He smiled at her being so jealous.<br><br>Inside the shop, however, he saw Aubrey become overwhelmed by the multitude of scents. It was oddly both fascinating and irritating. He caught her and held her upright.<br><br>“Don’t breathe deep in here,” he whispered to her ear. “Focus on a single scent. Try to focus on the scent of the woman before you. Let the other odors blend into the background.”<br><br>He smiled to the old woman. “Sorry, she’s kinda tired. Had a lot going on lately. Oh, I should introduce myself. My name is Blake. I’m an old friend of Aubrey’s from... way back. I can tell by your youthful glow that you must have been one of Aubrey’s friends in college.” He winked and smiled warmly at the old woman.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>25-01-2012, 05:07:23</strong>
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				Connal's warmth surrounded her, and instantly, she felt better, but the scents were still almost overwhelming. She did as he said and concentrated on the woman before her. Lavender and vanilla. Very soft and pleasant. <br><br>"Indeed," the woman said, her thin lips curving into a smile. She watched the way he held Aubrey, the soothing and loving way his hands moved over her. "It is very nice to meet you, young man." She turned her attention back to Aubrey. "Are you feeling better now, lovie?"<br><br>Aubrey blinked hard a couple of times before managing to steady her breathing. "Yes, I am," she said with a weak smile. The sooner this transaction was over though, the better. "Here is a full box. One shipment, plus a little more due to being late."<br><br>Ms. Bella nodded. "I had figured Derick would have went to get them from you, but I haven't seen him in a little over a week. In all honesy, I am quite alright with that. Rude fellow. I do enjoy my encounters with you much more. At least you have manners." She took the box Aubrey slid her way over the counter and took them to the back. She brought out an envelope with cash for payment. After opening the cash register, she pulled out another couple hundred dollars and put them into the envelope. Her gray eyes traveled over Aubrey's face and down to her stomach. <br><br>"Before you leave, take this with you. Free of charge." She reached below the counter and grabbed a small satchel. "Make the herbs into a tea. It will help with morning sickness."Without another word, she walked away, back through the beaded curtain. <br><br>"Morning sickness?" Aubrey asked, as she looked up at Conall. She just shook her head. There was no way the old woman could tell much less just know. "Come on, love. Let's go get you some clothes and our groceries. I just want to go home and take a nap."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xajow</strong> on <strong>25-01-2012, 18:52:14</strong>
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				Conall ruffled a little at hearing the old woman speak Derek’s name. If she was thinking about hDerek others likely were too. Which meant eventually Derek would be missed.<br><br>Conall smiled when the woman gave Aubrey tea for morning sickness. She was a crafty one, the old woman. Even so, it seemed too soon for anyone to recognize it. Unless... Conall leaned down and deeply inhaled Aubrey’s scent as they walked out of the store. He took her hand in his and squeezed. Once they were outside her licked her neck. And there it was. The change. Her body was reacting to a fertilized egg.<br><br>“By the gods,” he whispered into Aubrey’s ear. “The old woman is right. You are pregnant. Let us hurry up and get some clothes and food soon. Or else right here on the sidewalk I may show this town how you got pregnant.”<br><br>Not shoving Aubrey to a wall to rip off her pants and put his hard cock inside her, took considerable strength of will for Conall. He was grinning though. He adored this woman. And he was so glad about Aubrey’s pregnancy, that he did not notice at first the strange scent of the two, well dressed men who stood a couple of dozen of feet away and were looking at Conall and Aubrey.<br><br>“They don’t look like much,” said the one to the other.<br><br>“They do, actually. You’re just judging their clothes.”<br><br>“Hm. I suppose. Are you going to tell them now?”<br><br>“No.”<br><br>“When?”<br><br>“When the time is right?”<br><br>“When will that be?”<br><br>“When life presents me with the right time.”<br><br>“He has noticed us.”<br><br>“Yes, but only just. Let’s go. I’ll introduce you to a wonderful thing the humans invented. The ones who speak the language here call it ‘coffee’.”<br><br>Conall watched, from the corner of his eye, two very well dressed men turn and head towards a cafe. Very strange, he thought. But then he put it out of his mind and turned his full attention back to Aubrey.<br><br>“Have I mentioned how incredibly gorgeous you are?” He nuzzled Aubrey’s hair.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>27-01-2012, 03:16:47</strong>
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				Aubrey breathed deep when they exited the store. The new heightened senses were something she would really have to get used to. Walking hand in hand, she sighed in contentment when Conall licked and nuzzled her neck. But at his words, she stopped and whirled, her eyes wide. <br><br>"Pregnant? But we were only just barely talking about it this morning. How? So soon?" She looked down at her flat belly, her small hands coming to lay down upon it. "A baby..." She looked up at him. "So, you know? You can really smell that on me?"<br><br>Tears filled her eyes. She had never thought, never in a hundred years... A little witch such as her...<br><br>Too caught up on what was happening to her, she didn't notice the two men who walked passed them, but did pause for a moment to sniff as a strange smell filled her nose. Her face crinkled, but after shaking her head, she took his hand in hers and began to pull him towards the clothes shop. <br><br>"Come on, love, let's get you some clothes."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xajow</strong> on <strong>27-01-2012, 07:57:09</strong>
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				As they walked toward the clothing store, Conall explained. “It’s the change in hormones. It’s subtle at this point, but it’s there. How the woman knew, I cannot say.”<br><br>He was trying to keep his hands from her body. He wanted to be celebrating by enjoying her body. He was going to be a father. It was foolish to have a child. He had been trying to hide from the world, and now he was going to be a father to a child who would also be a werewolf. And a witch. It was insane to have a child. But somehow, Conall felt incapable of anything but joy. And lust.<br><br>“How I want to taste you,” he whispered into Aubrey’s ear. “I want to lick your flesh and...” They passed a young woman who was pushing a stroller. “And make you scream like a...” A pair of teenage girls giggled as they walked past. “Like a banshee. This clothes buying business better be quick. Or we may have to...” A man and a woman jogged past. “To buy you some new clothes to replace the ones I rip off of you.” He made sure Aubrey’s hand brushed against fabric that was tightly stretched over his erection. “I am very much not kidding about this.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>03-02-2012, 01:07:39</strong>
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				The heat in her body was steadily rising and moisture was pooling between her legs. His hands felt good on her body and if they had been at home, or even in their woods, clothes would be thrown all over the place, but as it were, they were in the middle of town and people were beginning to stare. <br><br>She laughed as the flush crept up her cheeks. "Come on, horn dog, we have some clothes to buy you, then off to the grocery store. After that, you can do all those little things you are saying. I take them as promises." She winked at him as she opened the door to a clothing store. It held both mens and womens apparel in various styles and sizes. She pulled him towards the mens section. <br><br>After a bit of looking, she had a large pile of stuff for him. She scrunched her nose. "Ya know, here I am just grabbing shit and I haven't asked you anything. Seeing as how you will be wearing these, umm, what do you want?" She laughed sheepishly. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xajow</strong> on <strong>03-02-2012, 19:53:44</strong>
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				Inside the clothing store, he had to adjust to the scents of many people. It was almost distracting. Aubrey led him to clothing apparently intended for men. And he watched her move about choosing shirts and pants for him. It was natural for her. She fit into this world of men. It felt almost stifling to him. He had left society behind a long time ago. He had lived alone, as a beast, using human aid only when necessary. Or when he got lonely. Being in a clothing store felt strange. But Aubrey made it worthwhile.<br><br>She moved from here to there. She did not seem to notice how the light played over her face and chest. He did. He watched her closely. She was so incredibly beautiful. And he smiled a little at the fact that they were in a store to buy clothes for him even though he really wanted to take hers off.<br><br>“What I want,” he said in reply to her question, “I cannot talk about in this place. Because someone will overhear me talking about doing dirty, nasty things your flesh and report me for vulgar and lewd behavior. Oh, wait,” he said sincerely, “you meant the clothes. Um. Something not too confining. I prefer reds and oranges and black. Solid colors. Plaid gives me a headache. Nothing too stiff or rough. If I have to wear clothes, they damn well better be comfortable. Did you find anything like that?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>05-02-2012, 01:40:41</strong>
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				She smiled at him as her heart thundered in her chest. Well, she could just buy them all and have him try them on, one by one, then strip it off just to done another and take it off as well. "Hmm, let's see..." She picked through and found some loose fitting jeans an soft cotton t-shirts. She handed them to him then traipsed off to the underwear, knowing full well he would follow the sway of her hips with those green eyes.<br><br>She stopped before some boxers. She was not sure if it were even worth getting him any. She figured he would feel confined, which was possible, but to run around the house, he might like the freedom. She threw a couple pairs atop the pile in his arms. <br><br>"Alright, this will do." They paid and after placing their bags in the truck, quickly made their way to the grocery store. She could feel the lust practically radiating from him and she was more than ready to go home herself. The sights and smells were beginning to wear on her and she hadn't eaten that morning yet either. <br><br>They stopped at the butcher getting quite a bit of deer meat along with some beef roasts. Then they got the basics; milk, cheese, bread, and eggs. <br><br>"Anything else you think we may need?" She still had enough toiletries to last a couple of more months and as it were, she wouldn't be needing any tampons for awhile. And she also grew her own vegetables and herbs. She looked at him expectantly. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xajow</strong> on <strong>05-02-2012, 21:14:08</strong>
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				“Yes,” he replied lustily. “A room. Or do you want your pants ripped off right here?” He grinned, but he was serious. He was hungry for food and for her. He was sorely tempted to grab her arms, force her to the wall, rip the crotch from her pants and fuck her right there outside the store.<br><br>He had indeed watched her body as she walked through the clothing store. And he was not alone. Several other males and few women did the same. He could not blame them. One woman, a redhead who smelled of clover, watched Aubrey for a minute and then rushed past Conall towards the bathrooms. The redhead left the scent of her arousal in her wake. Conall could smell the traces of arousal all over the place. Some people were aroused by him, and some by Aubrey. The chemicals which caused the scents were effecting him more than he had anticipated. By the time they left the clothing store, his cock was rock hard. By the time they left the butcher, his cock was throbbing painfully.<br><br>Conall was only barely aware that they had bought clothes and food. He seemed only to notice Aubrey and those aroused persons around him. When the butcher had thought no one was looking at him, he had ogled Aubrey’s breasts. Conall had fought the urge to growl at the man. Only the knowledge the butcher was no threat allowed Conall to restrain himself.<br><br>At the grocery store, Conall and Aubrey stood in the dairy section, a well dressed woman had eyed the couple. Conall scowled and bared his teeth. The woman had huffed and walked away. But she too left the scent of arousal. Outside the store, as Aubrey asked Conall if he could think of anything else they needed, he looked over her shoulder and saw a trio of young men looking Aubrey over. And after answering Aubrey’s question, Conall surged past her toward the young men. They backed up, looking angry but smelling of fear. Conall growled. One of the young men grabbed the other two by the sleeves and pulled them away.<br><br>Conall forced himself to breathe slowly as he watched the young men loudly uttering profanities as they walked away. He turned back to Aubrey.<br><br>“So,” he said with playful smile as if nothing had happened, “shall we find a room, or should I just drag you into the woods?”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>08-02-2012, 01:37:40</strong>
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				Her body was hot and already wetness was soaking through her cotton panties. The way he had growled at the young men had been such a turn on, she just wanted to yank the sweats from his body and ravage all that hard flesh. A low growl rumbled through her as her wolf raised it's head. <br><br>She threw their groceries in the back of the truck. There was no way she was going to get a room at the local motel. She wanted to be able to run, to have him catch her and mount her as he should. She wanted to be wild and free, and to make love to the man before her while howling out her pleasure to the world. <br><br>"The woods," her voice came out husky, "but not here. We will drive out a couple of miles. I know a spot." She pushed him towards the passenger side, her clothes already beginning to feel confining. Rushing to the driver's side, she hoped on and turned the sucker on before squealing out of the spot. <br><br>As they were exiting town, the local authorities pulled in behind her, and blinked their red and blues to get her attention. She pulled to the side of the road, an angry scowl on her face. She hadn't been speeding. Yet, but here they were. Another growl, this one threatening, rose from her and her hands gripped the steering wheel painfully. She could feel her wolf prowling very close to the surface and it was equally pissed that this cop was delaying her sexy fuck with Conall. <br><br>She glanced at him and he sported his own irritation, but then hers quickly chilled as a thought fluttered through her head. Derrick. <br><br>She lowered her window in time to see local Sherrif, Gregory Hilton, look down at her. "Good afternoon, Aubrey."<br><br>"Good afternoon, Sherrif. What can I do for you?" Her heart was hammering in her chest as he looked over to stare at Conall.<br><br>"Well, I was going to come out to your house, but this saves me a stop. I wanted to know if you had seen Derrick Hills. He never came home last night and his girlfriend is pitching a fit."<br><br>Girlfriend. Awesome. She hmphed. "He's probably off banging some floosy." It practically came out as a growl and now her fingers were turning white from her grip. A crack had her gasping and loosening her hold on the wheel. <br><br>"You alright, Aubrey?" His cornflower blue eyes looked over at Conall again, accusation their. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xajow</strong> on <strong>14-02-2012, 23:59:41</strong>
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				Conall did not trust most authority figures. In his experience they tended to abuse their authority and to hunt monsters and generally make his life as miserable as possible. But he also knew not to antagonize them.<br><br>“Hello Sheriff,” said Conall nicely. First he needed to establish he was not a threat. “My name is Blake. I’m an old friend of Aubrey. I knew her back at college.” Then he needed to turn attention to another threat. “Aubrey,” he said gently, “don’t get angry. He needs to know.” He turned his attention to the sheriff and looked the man in the eyes. “Aubrey called me because a few nights ago this Derrick showed up at her cabin shouting threats. I guess Derrick thought his business arrangement with Aubrey entitled him to more than it did.” Conall could see the sheriff getting a bit aroused. The sheriff’s gaze had drifted down to Aubrey’s chest. Conall could not blame him. Aubrey was practically saturating the air with her pheromones. Only the need to escape the current situation kept Conall focused. Now he needed to play on the sympathy of the sheriff, and on the protectiveness that would go along with his arousal. “And what with little Aubrey being all alone in her cabin, she wanted someone to talk to who wouldn’t spread the gossip all over town. Derrick frightened Aubrey, and she’s understandably angry at him.”<br><br>Conall forced himself to breathe slow and natural. He had to appear calm. If the sheriff thought for a second Conall was sexually aroused, the sheriff would suspect him of taking advantage of Aubrey. Conall gave off the vibe of a predator because that is what he was. But if he could keep the sheriff’s mind occupied with Derrick being the danger, the sheriff would not be worried about Conall. Hopefully. And so long as the sheriff ogled Aubrey, he might not notice the thick erection in Conall’s pants. It was a thin hope, but it was the best chance Conall and Aubrey had.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>22-02-2012, 01:52:33</strong>
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				Aubrey was fuming. She wanted nothing more than to leave and either crawl into bed or to find a nice secluded spot for her and Conall. But the sherrif needed to be answered even if he was too busy looking at her cleavage. <br><br>"Yes, I'm fine. Blake was nice enough to come stay with me. But I haven't seen Derrick since he made a scene on my front porch. That was two days ago. Yesterday, I had gotten very sick, ate some bad chicken, so I wasn't able to make it into town, but I made a quick go of going today so he would just leave me alone." She was seething, yes, but she managed to speak clearly. <br><br>The man glanced back up at her face before shooting another glance at Conall. "Alright. Well, if I have any other questions, don't be surprised if I knock at your door." Before stepping away, his blue eyes roamed over her as if he had never seen her before, and she guessed in a way, he hadn't. She had been plain before, but now, now that she was wolfen, she did notice some of the differences Conall had spoken of. <br><br>"Yes, sir. I promise I won't be leaving town." She looked up and flashed a smile, which sent a blush to brighten his already pink cheeks. She laughed as she rolled the window up and put the truck back into drive. <br><br>"Alright, now we can do what we want to do. And hopefully with no other interruptions." She hit the gas and after about five minutes, turned right onto a dirt road. A little ways down, she stopped and shut off the engine. "Alright love, now it's time to play." Without another word, she flung open her door and took off, her hands yanking her shirt from her torso and throwing it in his direction as she fled. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xajow</strong> on <strong>23-02-2012, 05:12:00</strong>
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				He smiled as he watched her run off. He let her run as he got out of the truck. He pulled his clothes off and put them on the seat in the truck. He began to transform and dropped to all fours. His dark indigo fur grew and covered his form. His face elongated, acquiring a snout. He soon had giant paws for feet. The blaze on his snout and the fur on his chest was blood red. His eyes were yellow.<br><br>He barked out a warning that he was on his way, and then set off to chase Aubrey down. It would not be too difficult. The wind was blowing from the direction Aubrey had gone. He ran through the grass swiftly and quietly.<br><br>The fact that he was focused on Aubrey and that the men watching him were far downwind meant the men went unnoticed. They were the same two men in suits who had been in town.<br><br>“So he is the one.”<br><br>“He is indeed.”<br><br>“And the woman?”<br><br>“She also transforms.”<br><br>“How did that occur?”<br><br>“They had lots and lots of sex.”<br><br>“Really? Is that all it took?”<br><br>“For these two, apparently, yes.”<br><br>“Is that how he got that fur?”<br><br>“It is.”<br><br>“And our friends are not paying attention to this, are they?”<br><br>“Not even a little bit.”<br><br>“Shall we tell them?”<br><br>“No.”<br><br>“Don’t you think they should know?”<br><br>“Not even a little bit. Heh. They deserve to suffer the consequences of their own folly. There is a saying some of these humans have. They have made their bed, and now they must lay down on it.”<br><br>“I’m starting to think you admire the humans.”<br><br>“In a way, I suppose I do.”<br><br>“Are you going to tell them, the couple?”<br><br>“Not yet. In time.”<br><br>“When?”<br><br>“Perhaps when they draw close to having a child.”<br><br>“A child?”<br><br>“Yes, that is what this is all about after all.”<br><br>“Their child?”<br><br>“Yes. Didn’t you know that?”<br><br>“No. How was this hidden.... She did this.”<br><br>“Of course.”<br><br>“And the human, is she pregnant?”<br><br>“Oh yes. Very much so.”<br><br>“So she is completely changed. And the child?”<br><br>“Who can say?”<br><br>“But the prophecy-”<br><br>“Come with me. I need to introduce you to a thing the humans call the uncertainty principle.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>05-03-2012, 04:57:20</strong>
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				A jolt of excitement shot through her as power and magic ran along her skin. Conall had shifted and his bark caused her body to heat in expectence. She tore at the skirt around her hips, shredding the material. The magic was tickling over her skin, and her wolf was close to the surface, scratching at the door.<br><br>She humped over a fallen log and shifted, landing on wolfen paws, her nails digging into the dirt as she skidded and turned. She purposely ran upwind, wanting him to catch her. Needing him to. She yipped out as she snaked through the trees, not wanting to make it completely easy. <br><br>The sound of running water caught her ears and she ran towards it. A small pond like area came into view. The water was waist deep and clear blue with little fishes swimming too and fro beneath the surface. She skid to a halt along it's bank, Conall nipping close at her heals.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xajow</strong> on <strong>28-03-2012, 19:44:30</strong>
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				He chased Aubrey down to the water, and deliberately ran into her, knocking her into it. He followed her and playfully bit at her neck. He ran further into the water and frightened the fish as he loped over the deepest part of the pond and ran up the far bank. He shook the water from his fur and sat down, panting in the sun.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Werewolf (Xajow &amp; wolventears)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>28-03-2012, 23:59:53</strong>
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				Aubrey didn't expect him to collide with her so roughly and she tumbled under the water. She came up huffing to see him jumping around like a pup, scaring fish, before he waded to the other side and sat on the bank. She growled as she stalked forward, the water trickling over her. <br><br>He sat so proud, his gorgeous indigo fur alight in the sun. Once on the bank, she pounced landing atop him and they rolled. She managed to one up him, landing on top and she smirked as good as a wolf could before licking his snout. <br><br>Her belly growled while she straddled him and she yipped before jumping off him and back into the water, her jaws snapping shut here and there as she attempted to catch a fish.
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