Roseless Thorns
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				Title: <strong>Roseless Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>06-05-2014, 18:21:12</strong>
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				Her body was still - very, completely...&nbsp; Wholly still as she sat aside the being she merely thought to be a brute before this attack.&nbsp; No - no brute.&nbsp; Her eyes had widened when she saw the sword flung to the side proved it was no mere trade expedition her band was impeding on - a crest burned into the hilt.&nbsp; A royal crest from a neighboring kingdom - one that Trillia was sharing a very tense peace with right now.&nbsp; "Ah..."&nbsp; Shit...&nbsp; This was supposed to be a trading caravan.&nbsp; Blue eyes flashed back down to him, angry and glaring as they met his slow studying ones.&nbsp; It disturbed her how Wolves could remain so calm.&nbsp; But she had other things to worry over than his composure.&nbsp; Was their intel incorrect?&nbsp; They needed the supplies for her men and the village.&nbsp; But this was no caravan bearing food or goods back to the wild country.&nbsp; It was a royal cartel.&nbsp; A royal cartel with nothing more than gold.&nbsp; No...&nbsp; There was gear.&nbsp; It would not fit her men, but there were craftsmen in the village who could make it so.&nbsp; The swords were too big, but they could be melted down for the blacksmith to make two of one.&nbsp; She let the tenseness in her jaw slacken as she looked at the prince beneath her.&nbsp; If she were still under that man's hand...&nbsp; Was this the one she was told she would wed since she was a child?&nbsp; For what he was, she knew him handsome - but his handsomeness, the handsomeness that was any male across her path, wasn't her concern.&nbsp; Her people.&nbsp; Her starving, exhausted and slowly, painfully dying people.&nbsp; They were her concern.&nbsp; Why had her father made so many decrees to torture his own people?&nbsp; She didn't know.&nbsp; She didn't care.&nbsp; Before his madness, he'd made her to be the queen she was meant to be - a good match for the warrior prince she was once upon a time to wed.&nbsp; So she wouldn't stand aside and let that torture continue.&nbsp; Even if it meant her death, and the legacy of Princess Alea would be that of the girl that was her second hand since they were children - the princess' version of a whipping boy.&nbsp; A dull girl, she'd studied with her, but had never seemed to have any talent outside her needlework - a talent that Alea lacked herself, no matter how hard she tried.&nbsp; Let the world now and forever think her a dull thing, if it meant her people safe and happy and never hungry. <br><br>She said his name after a long moment, stretching her long and graceful body over him to let their eyes better meet, her leathers creaking as she moved.&nbsp; It was a guess for his name, but for the sword he carried, she thought it would be a good one.&nbsp; "The Prince of the Wild Things.&nbsp; Men, we have royalty beneath us tonight," she called to the others who held the rest of his men at bow-point as she held the prince beneath her by her blade, delicately pressed through his fur so he could feel the cold metal.&nbsp; She knew better than to let his fur be another shield, knew to slide the blade beneath his fur before being satisfied he was subdued for the moment.&nbsp; One of her men gave a woop - excited and taunting, a catcall of no words but all meaning.&nbsp; "If you wish no harm to your prince, you will relinquish your weapons and gear.&nbsp; We will not be greedy, and will only require one horse to carry our loot, and any more precious things you can keep.&nbsp; I am sure your strong bodies can keep you safe from anything you would find in this kingdom.&nbsp; I say that is a fair trade, aye, Prince?&nbsp; The common weapons and gear of your men and a horse for your furred life?"&nbsp; She let the 'furred' word be spit out, like an insult.&nbsp; The 'fair trade' was no fair trade, for a royal's life was worth a hoard of Dragon's gold among her people.&nbsp; If he was taught well, he would see the insult there as well.&nbsp; There was no reason for him to like her - all the better for him to not.&nbsp; He was wedding her stand in - poor idiot girl - and would soon be her father's ally.&nbsp; All the better for him to be pissed and raging with her then.&nbsp; When they were ready for the field, it would make him stupid.&nbsp; She'd thought of killing him when he first came to her country, or perhaps beseeching him to go through with the treaty with her, the real Princess and aid her.&nbsp; But she knew the deaths that would result would be too many.&nbsp; No...&nbsp; Her resistance was better one small force against a larger one.&nbsp; Even if the large was made even larger by the Wolves.&nbsp; A small resistance - she very well knew all it took was a knife to remove a snake's head.&nbsp; All she needed to do was make it sharper to take on the giant she was planning against.&nbsp; Twas better he marry the girl and be dead later should he stand in her way, after the treaty was forged with her father.&nbsp; He was not her husband yet - and this was the first time they'd met.&nbsp; She owed him no allegiance nor thoughts of how to be sure he survived.&nbsp; Such thoughts were now only for her people.&nbsp; Her long and ash darkened braid fell over her shoulder and ended with a small twirl atop his armor as she leaned over him, "What say you, Prince?&nbsp; Will you be a good dog and let us your weapons?"&nbsp; Her face was covered with soot - as was the rest of the men she'd brought with her.&nbsp; Among humans, it did well enough to hide her identity at a later date.&nbsp; She knew with the Wolves however, she should have carried Wolf's Bane or at least garlic or onion split open with her to hinder their noses with the strong scents.&nbsp; They didn't need sight to recognize a person.&nbsp; She was only glad it had been months since she'd had a truly proper bath - no pretty scents of rose oil or soft soap would cling to her.&nbsp; No, she smelled like the woods and the harsh scent of lye soap clung to her skin, though, she didn't know of the distinctly feminine scent that she and other women carried, a scent like the feel of warm honey that bathed the back of your tongue.&nbsp; A scent that spoke of everything but what she was doing now.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Roseless Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>seekeroftruth22</strong> on <strong>07-05-2014, 01:04:19</strong>
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				Prince Ghost was aggravated with the humans, the female the presented to him was about a useful as a black pup in the dead of winter. the wolves smelled their ambushers the moment the trap was sprung, only one had time to draw their great swords before Ghost was pounced on, with the flash of steel all the guards froze for they knew that the tough fur of the wolf prince had already been slipped past. when the insult of their princes life for common gear was said all 20 guards became irritated to the point of wanting to engage in combat but suddenly the air was filled with a purring laughter and Alea could feel the deep rumbles from the prince under her. <strong>"give the female what she asks for"</strong> he said smiling at her before taking a deep breath <strong>"after all any male caught in a trap like this has his worth reduced to what the hunter says it is."</strong> when he say his mean hesitate he spoke in the snarling language of the Wolves <strong><em>"no onion or wolves bane, if you really want your gear back just follow them I for one have to get back to king Black and report on the insults the human king has given us with his ugly worthless bride."</em></strong> very few humans would know this language and it was highly possible that Princess Alea would have been trained to understand it.<br><br>seeing the sense in their beloved princes words the wolves gave up the armor and weapons the truly didn't need, their fur teeth and claws would work just as well as chainmail and a sword. while his soldiers gave up their gear Ghost watched the she-human on top of him and he would be lying if he said this hairless one didn't stir his arousal and when a male wolf is aroused they fill the air around them with the smell of dark spices that 99% of all females find to be a excellent aphrodisiac. unlike humans wolves thought arousal was just a part of every day life and so Ghost thought nothing of letting this bandit know of his attraction for her by gently grinding against her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Roseless Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>07-05-2014, 05:04:55</strong>
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				"You give sweet words my men can understand, but your words for your men's ears are sour, Prince," she said in his own language - a rare skill for a human.&nbsp; Even as well pronounced she was of it, it still left her throat feeling a tad raw with just the growling of it.&nbsp; Only woodsmen near the Wolves' lands and a few nobles dared try to take the language up, it was so rare used and so hard for a human tongue and throat to speak.&nbsp; She didn't like what he intended to do - to go back to his King and report an insult by her father.&nbsp; Sara wasn't ugly - the worthless part might be argued, as her talents were completely demure and feminine - but she at least wasn't ugly.&nbsp; Her blue eyes flashed emotions she couldn't hide - a worried fear - at this news.&nbsp; She knew the girl would likely be killed as soon as she was useless.&nbsp; She knew that her old friend would likely die in the coup - but at least such a death would have a meaning, one her grieving heart could abide.&nbsp; But for nothing...&nbsp; She kept herself very still atop him as his men worked, the smell of cloves and cinnamon filling the air.&nbsp; She managed to keep calm atop him - recognizing the scent by her mentor's teaching.&nbsp; She couldn't believe he was getting aroused...&nbsp; Her eyes widened as he ground up against her and she brought her other hand up, a dagger coming out of her sleeve to press against his cheek, saying in his home tongue, "Stay still, Prince...&nbsp; Or else I'll give you another scar for your bitches back home to admire.&nbsp; I know my men may not be a match for yours, but I can guarantee at least you and another will fall before my last breath if I even think you follow us.&nbsp; Is that clear?"&nbsp; She knew the scent was not something he could help - but his own movements he could.&nbsp; Being human, and knowing he ought to have been taught human customs himself as she had wolves, she found it an insult that he'd act so blatantly.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>seekeroftruth22</strong> on <strong>07-05-2014, 06:27:13</strong>
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				Prince Ghost was thoroughly impressed with the she-human and her mastery of his tongue and the quickness of her blades, this she-human had the heart of a loin just for threatening him speaking in his tongue Ghost said <strong>"my words are sour because your king is a fool. we are wolves <em>Lerato</em> we do not suffer fools."</strong> Alea had never heard the word <em>Lerato</em> before but it was either a title or a insult from the way he spoke it. switching back to the human tongue he called the name of one of the guards and said <strong>"be sure to give them the chest of that yellow coins and jems the king gave us as a gift, I believe this she-human could use it more then us."</strong> Ghost fully planned to find this she-human again and knowing humans and their like of the pointless yellow metal he thought it might make the she-human, well not happy but less inclined to throw her life away fighting his men<br><br>two of the guards looked at each other and shrugged before opening a secret compartment on the side of the covered wagon they used to transport their food and pulled out a chest to big for one human to carry alone. pulling the lid open they revealed enough treasure to build a nice sized town. after the lid was opened Ghost said <strong>"now she-human are you going to sit on me all day or shall we part ways, for now."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Roseless Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>07-05-2014, 06:47:13</strong>
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				She looked at him quizically at the word "Lerato", never having heard it.&nbsp; When he spoke of 'yellow coins and jems', she knew he spoke of gold and jewels...&nbsp; Her men - not the smartest lot she'd brought with her, gave hoots of success at such a haul.&nbsp; She however, had to think of how it would be best used if he was truly doing as he said.&nbsp; It would have to be hidden and used sparsely.&nbsp; The small village they used as a base couldn't be caught holding them.&nbsp; As her men got the gear, the horses and the loot she kept a close watch on him, being sure that he wouldn't do anything.&nbsp; "I will move when my men are ready, Prince," she told him.&nbsp; True to her word, once one of the men mounted one of the few horses they took, she stood, quickly retreating from him to get one of the horses that she and her men had brought.&nbsp; They were smaller by far than the wolves' large horses and were not bred for battle, but they were quicker and harder to tire.&nbsp; Perfect for a bandit making an escape.&nbsp; She mounted the bay fluidly, looking at the prince with her icy eyes.&nbsp; Regarding him before she nodded a farewell and whistled to her men to get them moving before the Wolves could decide to be trouble.
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				Post by: <strong>seekeroftruth22</strong> on <strong>07-05-2014, 07:24:01</strong>
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				once the she-human was out of sight Ghost sat up and laughed, his men looked to him for instructions. with a wolfish grin he says <strong>"let us hunt"</strong> all of his men instantly took off on all fours after the bandits, they were to slow to catch up to the fast horses but with some luck and a bit of haste the wolf pack would be able to keep the same distance between them and the horses with out alerting them or their riders to the hunt that was after them. the wolves would run as long and as fast as they could but the horse would slowly get further away, but the smell of horses would linger in the air for days if need be
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				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>07-05-2014, 07:33:13</strong>
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				After an hour of riding, the princess had the bandits split - she didn't think the wolf would be vindictive enough to hunt them, but she wouldn't risk the village.&nbsp; Four different directions her men went, North, East, South East, and South.&nbsp; Or...&nbsp; That was what they were supposed to do.&nbsp; Alas she'd not brought her best men with them - for a few she brought were fools.&nbsp; Instead of going South, they went North West - to the village.&nbsp; The Princess and the man with the loot of gold and one of the Wolves large horses went West - she knew of a place to keep the gold there.&nbsp; A day, and she sent him on his way home to the village.&nbsp; "I can handle this, Jeo.&nbsp; You should go home to your wife," she said, switching horses with him.&nbsp; The beast was a little harder to handle, but not too difficult as she continued on, with no trouble the last two nights, she thought it perhaps safe enough.&nbsp; Wolves were not known for patience.&nbsp; Especially when it was not truly needed.&nbsp; If they'd been followed, she was sure he'd know he could take her and the man easily with whatever entourage he brought.&nbsp; So she continued alone at a pace the horse would easily keep, making way for one of the western forests and a hide away she knew of there.
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				Post by: <strong>seekeroftruth22</strong> on <strong>07-05-2014, 07:53:48</strong>
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				when the bandits split up Ghost paused and assigned men to each direction that was taken&nbsp; but one he saved for him and his closest guards, the direction the she-human had gone. something about that female made him want her to be his, wanted his young inside of her even though he didn't know weather or not humans and wolves could have pups. after running for days he and the guard were getting tired so before they split they were ordered to follow at a scouting pace, leaving themselves enough energy to flee if they had to and fight if needed. after what seemed like a week Ghost finally caught sight of her riding at a easily maintained pace, with out slowing he and his two guards circled the female and waited in ambush for her. <br><br>when she was with in the trap Ghost gave a growling signal to the Wolven horse making the beast stop suddenly and in that moment the female was pulled to the ground by the prince and her hands were restrained <strong>"it seems we meet again she-human"</strong> he says in the human tongue with a chuckle of amusment 
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				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>07-05-2014, 14:27:45</strong>
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				She'd become placent as she got to the forest, riding the large steed through the trees.&nbsp; She didn't ride like a commoner - her body wasn't relaxed and pushed forwards to make the ride easier.&nbsp; No, her back was straight, her head high...&nbsp; If she were less tired, she might have had a dagger allready in her hand when the obstinate beast she rode stopped for seemingly no reason.&nbsp; "Oh, you..."&nbsp; She gave a soft growl of her own, thinking the horse was just tired, telling it to go in the Wolven tongue.&nbsp; There was a stream nearby - right where she wanted to hide this loot.&nbsp; The prince caught her off guard as she tried to get the horse to move, about to dismount and pull the beast if she had to.&nbsp; When she started getting pulled by more than gravity, she gave a strangled yelp, her hands flitting to any weapon she had - alas, the Wolf was too quick.&nbsp; Her hands held away from either side of her body, she looked up and recognized the Wolf.&nbsp; "Prince Ghost..."&nbsp; She tried to pull her hands from his in vain, glaring at him, "If I'd known gold held more value to you, I would have left it."&nbsp; Her glare held ice as she looked at him, held tight.&nbsp; She knew kicking him would do no good - especially held as she was.&nbsp; He could rip her in half before her foot could reach where the sun didn't shine.&nbsp; The gold might have helped the village last the winter and her father's reign better - but if it was so precious to him, "If you want it, take it...&nbsp; All we really needed was the gear."&nbsp; She continued to tug her hands, her feet planted to give her more leverage, if she knew his thoughts on her, she would have struggled more.&nbsp; <br><br>She knew it was a foolish waste of energy, but being so close to him...&nbsp; The one she'd once thought she'd be wed to...&nbsp; She'd pretended to met him a thousand times as a child - but even when their 'meetings' were bad, they had not been this bad.&nbsp; She'd always swoon when he brought her pelts and give in to his wolfish charm at the least - not that she would now, but a child's mind was simple.&nbsp; It still left a bad taste in her mouth, how could he believe her handmaiden was her?&nbsp; She'd been raised for their union - taught even to fight so that his people could respect her a little at least.&nbsp; A woman?&nbsp; A Princess?&nbsp; Fighting?&nbsp; Many still had to have a day's time to think such a thing over.&nbsp; The fact that he called her 'she-human' again - as if she really were some random bandit...&nbsp; "You dull bastard!&nbsp; Can't you tell who I AM," she growled at him in his own tongue as the taste became too much to bear, "To think I would marry an idiot such as you!&nbsp; You believed her to be me!"&nbsp; She pushed against him with her feet wanting to just get away from him and the insult of his presence so close.&nbsp; He was a male - human or wolf, he would not have given a thought to her as he was growing up.&nbsp; She was probably just the stupid human princess he'd one day be tied to.&nbsp; But for him to be fooled by such a ruse...&nbsp; The royal line was dark of hair - her hand maiden was fair.&nbsp; Her handmaiden could barely hold a blade - one of the few things Wolves admired of humans was their swordsmanship, their fingers allowing them more articulate moves than the Wolves brute ones.&nbsp; The final straw that should have hit home was her handmaiden was scared to death of Wolves - for no reason! - and had likely been drugged to keep her still during her meeting with the Wolf Prince.
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				Post by: <strong>seekeroftruth22</strong> on <strong>07-05-2014, 18:01:18</strong>
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				Ghost almost laughed when the female told him to take the gold for the gold was not what he intended to take, her pointless struggles amused him as well but he was not expecting for her to span at him in his tongue and saying something about her marrying a idiot like him and him believing some one to be her and that's when it clicked to him, holding onto her and ignoring her struggles the prince had a momentary flash back. <br><br>growing up he had been told of the humans and the bride that was to be his, of their fighting skills and agile swordsmanship. many a day while be practiced his fighting it was always her he imagined sparing with him in place of the logs they used as dummies. every day that passed he dreamed of her, of the two of them fighting side by side, unable to lose between his strength and size and speed and agility. of his dreams for young with this mental image of her. all his dreams had broken when he finally had been taken to see her and instead of a warrior he had been offered a sniveling girl with greasy black hair, smelling of fear and some kind of drug. any time he moves the princess would flinch as if he was trying to strike her and he wouldn't talk at all during the meeting. once it was over Ghost had kept his furry inside that thanked the human king for his time before going back to the Wolfen king. Ghost had every intention of reporting the human kings lie about the kind of bride that had been promised him, the human female was not a warrior and looked to have never even tried to become one!<br><br>and now the prince looked closely at the she-humans face but the soot was hard to see through so he placed both her hands in one of his and wiped the soot away. once he could see her features better he compared her to the king and the princess that had been offered to him. the princess looked nothing like the king but the bandit beneath him looked very similar to the king. <strong>"you are her."</strong> he said in a whisper <strong>"you are the one I dream of. . ."</strong> suddenly realizing what he said Ghost jumped off of her as fast as he could and retreated a good distance away much to the surprise of his two guards <strong>"how is this possible?"</strong>
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				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>07-05-2014, 18:16:28</strong>
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				She blinked as he moved one of his hands to move the dirt off her face.&nbsp; Her angry glare never fading, "What are you-Stop!"&nbsp; She wore the dirt on raids to keep from being recognized, though with him knowing her scent, it perhaps mattered little that he saw her face.&nbsp; His scruteny...&nbsp; Perhaps he was smarter than she gave him credit for...&nbsp; <br><br>She moved to sit up as he removed himself from her, still glaring at him, though it dimmed as he spoke of dreaming.&nbsp; Perhaps he did think of her - what little good it did them now.&nbsp; When he asked of possibilities, she snorted, "I am not going to stand around and watch my father kill my people.&nbsp; He's gone mad!&nbsp; All may look pretty at court, but surely you've seen the people in your travels?&nbsp; They are taxed so hard, there is barely any left for them to eat or care for themselves!&nbsp; And the laws governing taxation have become harder.&nbsp; What used to be fair is now killing our people before their babes can even walk!&nbsp; And in the capital..."&nbsp; She stood, looking away from him.&nbsp; She didn't want to voice what she'd seen her father do...&nbsp; Some of the girls were younger than she was...&nbsp; "I will not let him kill my people, Prince Ghost - not needlessly as he is."&nbsp; She trembled, stepping away from him, surely he knew she meant a coup - to take over the kingdom from her father's hold.&nbsp; Alas...&nbsp; That would not be an easy feat, and it was even harder when one of her own men betrayed her and relayed her plans to her father.&nbsp; She'd managed to escape the dungeons by a hair's breath - and now she was tasked with raising an army skilled enough to take on the capital, but small enough to lessen the blood shed when they finally moved.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Roseless Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>seekeroftruth22</strong> on <strong>07-05-2014, 18:32:08</strong>
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				the route their escort had taken then on had no villages or cities, the prince had been told it was because some people still didn't like the wolves and might try setting up a ambush, as a matter of safety they avoided populated places <strong>"we ere not allowed near villages and thee only people we saw at court was the king the false princess and the advisors, we did not stay long. if your father is harming his people then there needs to be a new Alpha, challenge him and defeat him in single combat would be our way. I believe this is not your way though."</strong> taking a moment to think he turned to his guards and spoke in his language <strong>"find the others and make sure they cause no harm here the bandits are under my protection from this moment on."</strong> with a wave of his hand the two Wolfs bolted from the scene leaving the prince and princess along<br><br><strong>"I am sorry I did not realize the rouse your father pulled, I had no reason to doubt what he told me, they even had her hair the same color of yours but far more greasy."</strong> he wanted to offer his help but instead he growled and the wolfen horse trotted over to her. speaking to the horse he said in his tongue <strong>"you belong to <em>Lerato</em> now, obey none but her."</strong> to which the horse stomped in acknowledgement. <strong>"let us get you to your home princess, where ever it is now"</strong>
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				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>07-05-2014, 18:37:21</strong>
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				"It is close enough.&nbsp; Before I could make any move, however...&nbsp; I was betrayed, and was to be sent to the dungeons till you came.&nbsp; I am not sure what was planned after that," she told him, shaking her head, "I escaped, and I have been planning and preparing for my return to the city ever since..."&nbsp; A return that would lead to her father's death...&nbsp; If she'd managed to pull off what she had planned in the palace, then his death would have been unnecessary...&nbsp; Alas...&nbsp; Too many key people supported him.&nbsp; The only way to get their support for herself, or at least for someone who didn't have as much claim to the throne as she, was to kill him.&nbsp; She pushed that thought from her head as she heard his orders, calling her Lerato again, "What is that word?&nbsp; Lerato?"&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Roseless Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>seekeroftruth22</strong> on <strong>07-05-2014, 18:49:33</strong>
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				listening to her made him want to go back and shove his sword into the kings head but the princess didn't seem like the type that would like anyone dying on her behalf but thinking how the humans were with their rulers the old had to be dead before the new could take its place. when she asked about Lerato he smiled <strong>"what princess don't like a little mystery? <em>Lerato</em> is a title that only I can bestow upon any people of my choosing."</strong> turning his back to her he tried not to grin as he thought of the meaning of the word. even if he could stop himself from smiling he couldn't stop the smell of dark spices that filled the air around him, one bad thing about the smell was the male who was making the scent was not aware of it which could be a slight problem with human women as they tended to grow more aroused when exposed to it for longer times and multiple times.
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				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>08-05-2014, 00:24:35</strong>
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				"Mystery and intrigue are what made me an outlaw in my own country," she said, frowning at his answer, "It is a title?&nbsp; What is this title?"&nbsp; Her ire and annoyance at his avoidance was clear in her voice.&nbsp; That annoyance was both raised and lowered as he let his scent permeate the air again...&nbsp; Alright, that was unfair, she knew he didn't do it on purpose, but...&nbsp; She hadn't realized it was so potent...&nbsp; She'd nearly become undone that first night away from him, the rocking motions of riding a horse had felt so sinful after being around that scent.&nbsp; "I...&nbsp; Ahn..."&nbsp; She stepped back, a flush on her cheeks, there had to be some wild onion somewhere to get that scent out of her head...&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Roseless Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>seekeroftruth22</strong> on <strong>08-05-2014, 05:57:53</strong>
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				<strong>"yes a title, we Wolves have very few secrets in out language and that word is one of them."</strong> it was a totally lie he just liked being able to call her by that title with out her knowing the meaning when she stopped talking he paused and turned towards her to see that her cheeks had turned red and she had stepped farther away from him <strong>"<em>Lerato</em> what is the matter?"</strong> he couldn't help but allow his eyes to drift over her body, covered or not being on top of her, and her on top of him gave Ghost a very good idea of her shape with out clothing. shaking his head to clear his thoughts the scent seemed to come and go as he battled with his need so see and feel this females skin against his fur. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Roseless Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>08-05-2014, 06:09:07</strong>
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				She frowned, "If I am not to know what this title is, then I would ask you not to call me by it.&nbsp; I will not respond to it."&nbsp; She looked around, finding a sprig of a plant she knew to have a strong scent when it's leaves were bruised.&nbsp; She walked to it, taking a few leaves and crushing them in her hand.&nbsp; The smell wasn't as nice as his...&nbsp; Arousal, but it would hopefully keep her from being so sensitive once the scent hit her libido.&nbsp; Falling off a horse wasn't a good idea.&nbsp; When he asked her what was the matter, she didn't respond - as she said she wouldn't when he called her by that title.&nbsp; "Am I to take this turn of events means I can keep the gold for my cause," she asked him, moving towards the horse as she pressed the leaves against her shirt collar to keep the scent close.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Roseless Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>seekeroftruth22</strong> on <strong>08-05-2014, 06:34:33</strong>
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				<strong>"you may keep the yellow metal, my people don't use it for trading like yours do, and its not that I don't wish to tell you the meaning its just that it might offed a she-human such as yourself"</strong> the past part was said as if he hoped she wouldn't hear him, but loud enough that she could. Ghost wished beyond hope that she wouldn't ask what it meant because at this moment he would tell her and then she would try to strike him. when he first said it he had meant it as play but now he fully meant it and hoped it would happen. he raised a eyebrow at her as he smelled the strong scent of the plant she had picked, it was to strong for his liking but if she wished to wear it then he would say nothing against it no matter the cost to his nose but he couldn't stop his nose from crinkling up as the plant came closer to him
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				Title: <strong>Re: Roseless Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>08-05-2014, 06:41:07</strong>
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				She raised her eyebrow, what could he possibly be calling her that she'd find offense to?&nbsp; Deciding to ignore it - and any time he referenced her as the strange 'title', she patted the horse's nose.&nbsp; "The place I intended to hide the gold is not far from here.&nbsp; It is getting dark, we'd best find a place to rest for the night, as well..."&nbsp; She took the horse's reins and started walking.&nbsp; It would be rude to ride while he walked, and if he walked with her, she was sure the plant's smell would be overwhelmed by his scent...&nbsp; Plus she was fairly sure riding was a bad idea for her right then with the heat starting to grow between her legs.&nbsp; At least she wasn't at the stage where she'd put off her own human scent of arousal.&nbsp; Least...&nbsp; She hoped not.&nbsp; All women were different, after all.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Roseless Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>seekeroftruth22</strong> on <strong>08-05-2014, 08:31:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				when the princess mentioned resting for the night he became acutely aware that they were going to be alone together all night keeping his mouth shut Ghost walked beside the princess and notices a but of soot me missed earlier on her collar bone so he lowered his head and licked it off of her <strong>"you had some soot on you"</strong> he whispered in her hear as he straightened and pretended that nothing had happened after all wolves did lick each other but never had he tasted anything as wonderful and her skin and needless to say his arousal level spiked. trying to remove a little temptation Ghost said in as even a tone as he could manage <strong>"so princess why don't you ride, it would be faster and I can easily keep up with anything short of a full gallop."</strong> he didn't know exactly what it was but there was a oh-so hard to resist scent coming from the princess that made Ghost want to shred her clothing and take her right here and now, regardless of the consequences if he stood near her any longer that's exactly what would happen which would probably lead to her hating him or trying to kill him again neither of which he wanted 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Roseless Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>08-05-2014, 15:44:06</strong>
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				"I have dirt and soot all over me," she replied indignantly, her fingers rubbing over her collar bone, a true statement, there were still remnants on her face and neck.&nbsp; Without a proper bath, she was covered in dirt from the last few days of hard riding.&nbsp; And the feeling of his warm...&nbsp; Slick....&nbsp; Wet tongue had not helped the heat in her belly...&nbsp; She cursed her body silently - she wasn't some harlot to quicken at the slightest thing!&nbsp; His smell though was making it hard to think - his closeness overpowering the leaves she'd rubbed on herself earlier.&nbsp; His mention of riding was a double edged sword - she knew how it would affect her, but if they could move fast enough...&nbsp; She didn't think of her own scent of arousal that was starting to hit the air.&nbsp; &nbsp;So she moved, mounting the horse with a jump, and urging it into a canter so he could keep up while they moved quickly.&nbsp; She let out a shaky breath as the horses movements affected her.&nbsp; Her body moving against the saddle in a way that was sinful - no matter how she situated herself.&nbsp; She didn't know that it made her own scent start to not just hint at the air, but permeate it as far as he was concerned.&nbsp; She couldn't smell it - not with her clothes and his own musk.&nbsp; But salt and honey covered him, not allowing him to escape her scent with his nose.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Roseless Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>seekeroftruth22</strong> on <strong>08-05-2014, 20:36:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				her statement was true enough she was covered in dirt and soot, all of which he wanted to clean very very much. when the princess mounted the horse her bottom passed right by his face and the scent of her arousal hit him like a sledge hammer stopping him dead in his tracks for a moment as his brain tried to work out the fact the female he wanted was aroused. when he snapped out of it he rushed to her side and breathed deeply just to confirm his nose was working correctly but once he scented her arousal again he couldn't stop, and he couldn't stop his shaft from getting stiff and with out his gear it was easily seen by anyone glancing at that area of his body. their arousals would keep going higher as they responded to each other until one of them gave in, Ghost prayed they got to where they were going soon or he would give in and pull the princess off the horse and mate her all night <strong>"are we getting close <em>Lerato</em>? im not sure how much longer I can take this."</strong> his voice took on a husky tone and his breath was labored, which had nothing to do with how fast they were moving. when he finished speaking he let out a seductive growl involuntarily 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Roseless Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>09-05-2014, 02:16:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"If you are not going to tell me what that means, stop calling me that," she demanded as he gave his growl, frowning before she looked down to glare at him - that glare turned into a big eyed look of surprise as she saw something very big - and very pink in front of him, out of it's sheath.&nbsp; Her face flushed and she gave an embarrassed cough as she looked away as soon as her mind could process that.&nbsp; She wasn't sure why he was...&nbsp; That way.&nbsp; Not completely, but...&nbsp; Clearing her throat, she undid the plain broach that kept her cloak on her shoulders.&nbsp; Letting it fall till she grasped it, holding it out to him.&nbsp; "You should...&nbsp; Cover up," she said, still studiously not looking at him, even as the sight of it made her all kinds of jumpy.&nbsp; Heat pooled and tortured her more with the movement of the horse.&nbsp; And then the thought that it had been planned that they wed - a plan she was unsure was still in effect...&nbsp; She'd be in bed with that...&nbsp; It would tear her apart!&nbsp; She swallowed hard and tried to adjust herself - tear her apart or not, it was still hard not to look at it and imagine just how that long...&nbsp; Hot...&nbsp; Thick...&nbsp; &nbsp; She coughed and shook her head again, "We will be there soon.&nbsp; It is just through this path here...&nbsp; There is a small cave system close by in a hill...&nbsp; I can hide this all there, and we can set up a camp for the night..."&nbsp; Thinking of the state she was in, she spoke more, "There's a stream nearby it to bathe..."&nbsp; Surely the cool water would cool the fire inside of her, outlaw or not, it wasn't proper to feel such.&nbsp; Especially around a male that she was unwed to - who quite obviously felt the same, whether it was for her or not.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Roseless Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>seekeroftruth22</strong> on <strong>09-05-2014, 02:36:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				he was about to tease her with the word Lerato again that is until she handed him her cloak to 'cover up with' looking down he took the cloak and placed it around his shoulders&nbsp; and in no way covered in down there <strong>"never seen a male before princess? your as jumpy as a female in her first heat"</strong> taking a loud deep breath he added <strong>"but your scent is far more atractive then any she-wolf i have ever meet."</strong> he could smell that her passion was only increasing upon seeing what was, by Wolven law, hers any time she wished to claim it. when she said they were close to their destination, which had a stream to bath in Ghost grinned <strong>"a bath together would be very nice, i'll wash your back if you wash my fur?"</strong> as per the princesses lessons she would know that becasue of the Wolves arm joints they were incapable of scratching ir washing their own backs so they always bathed as a group or in pairs if they wished for more privacy for what ever they wished to do. Ghost wondered if the princess felt the same desire to mate with him or if hers was just a reaction to his arousal for her and if what he knew of humans to be true asking would cause offence, that was the last thing the wolf prince wished for before making camp with his hopefully soon to be mate. thinking about her being his he wondered if she even wished to be his mate, the humans had strange customs where mating was concered and because he was already promised a mate Ghost never payed much attention to how it was done outside of a arranged matting like theirs
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				Title: <strong>Re: Roseless Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>09-05-2014, 03:44:48</strong>
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				She chanced a glance - and her face turned redder as her tiny cloak was barely enough to cover his shoulders.&nbsp; Even if it were around front in that way, it wouldn't have hidden him.&nbsp; "No, I have not.&nbsp; It's not proper," she let him know as she turned around her head, nearly letting out a sigh of relief as she saw the cave entrance, hidden by leaves and vines.&nbsp; She hopped from the horse as he asked of bathing together - and was glad the horse hid her turning even redder as she pushed aside the heavy vines.&nbsp; Trying to get them parted far enough for the horse.&nbsp; "It wouldn't...&nbsp; Be proper for us to bathe together either, nut until - unless - we were wed," she said, correcting herself, she didn't want to assume anything.&nbsp; Even though, his words said he assumed much.&nbsp; Licking her lips as they managed to get the horse inside, she chanced a glance at him before averting her eyes again.&nbsp; "You speak as if we would still wed...&nbsp; I'm surprised the Wolves would still want our union - especially with what is to come."&nbsp; She moved to the saddle bags on the horse's side, intending to remove them.&nbsp; Unclasping them, they fell to the ground in with a large clinking thump.&nbsp; The rest of the cave was nearly too small for the wolf, and was definately too small for the horse.&nbsp; She tugged on the straps, and determined they were too heavy for her, even one of the large bag was.&nbsp; "Ughn...&nbsp; I think my father was overly generous...&nbsp; Probably trying to bribe you to wed Abagail."&nbsp; She grunted, resigning to drag the thing - not even thinking to ask the Wolf for assistance.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Roseless Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>seekeroftruth22</strong> on <strong>09-05-2014, 07:17:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				of course the princess would have never seen a male, rolling his eyes Ghost pondered why humans always hid their bodies from each other, most likely because they had no fur. Ghost tilted his head when she said it wasn't proper for them to bath together, he didn't like the way she went tom 'until' to 'unless' when speaking about their mating pact. he took a moment to calm himself and thankfully he did because she continued <strong>"when a wolf is promised something only the one it was promised to can end what ever deal was made so by our laws only I can change or demolish our mating."</strong> when she bent down to drag the bags full of her yellow metal Ghost walked over to her, he grabbed it from her and 'accidentally' allowed his impressive member to pass with in six inches of her face. Ghost acted as if nothing happened at all as he calmly picked up the bags and carried them to the back of the cave <strong>"will I have to beg you to take a bath with me? there is no use in me taking one unless I can clean every, inch, of, me."</strong> he said the last few words slowly and deliberately in his most sensual tone&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Roseless Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>09-05-2014, 07:38:52</strong>
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				She barely kept her composure as he flaunted himself.&nbsp; "I wasn't aware my father made that promise to you," she said, she'd thought he'd only talked to Ghost's father.&nbsp; Made the promise to him years before they were both born.&nbsp; She patted down the horse's nose as he took the gold further back - letting him know about the hidey hole it needed to be deposited in.&nbsp; When he came and returned, speaking of the bath she'd intended to take alone...&nbsp; She flushed, keeping her eyes studiously on the horse's mane as she brushed her fingers through it.&nbsp; "I'd intended on bathing alone...&nbsp; The water about here is cold.&nbsp; I don't think every inch of you wouldkeep itself shown if you bathe in it," she said, licking her lips slowly as she tried to keep her body calm against his gravely sensual tone.&nbsp; It seemed with her human sense of propriety, she'd be a little harder a maiden to lay than he thought.&nbsp; "Perhaps we are to wed, Prince...&nbsp; But we are not yet, and it would not be proper for such a thing..."&nbsp; Right that moment with him being shown was even more so, even as it tugged at things very low inside of her.&nbsp; Things that said a bath with him would be a good idea - when her head knew it was not.&nbsp; "I know it is a natural thing in your culture to...&nbsp; act on such passions, but it is not so for mine," she said, both for him and herself.&nbsp; If propriety weren't a thing to worry over, she'd have fled to his furry arms and let him have his every way with her - but there were many things to think of for her.&nbsp; The human's way of rule had much more politics, and it would be all the harder for her to gain and maintain her leadership if she ruined herself before returning to the capital.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Roseless Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>seekeroftruth22</strong> on <strong>09-05-2014, 07:53:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Ghost took her words into consideration and decided to tell her something that he was sure to please her turning his back to her he tried to keep most of his emotions out of his voice but it was hard to hide the nervousness the prince was not used to feeling <strong>"it may be natural for Wolves to explore sex and many of my friends have had pups already, if my men found this out I would be laughed at. I have taken no mate, ever. I was raised knowing of the promise between us, weather it was made to my father of me counts little among us, I was the one who was mentioned in the deal. once I was old enough to understand sex I was taught you humans do not share pleasure before your mating ceremony and I made a vow that I would follow this weird human law to try and please the she-human I was promised to. I wanted to mate her . . .mate you as pure as you would like a human mate to be."</strong> he stayed with his back to her as he lowered himself so he was sitting while facing the cave wall. <strong>"I shall bathe in the morning if that is acceptable to you princess Alea"</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Roseless Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>09-05-2014, 08:10:02</strong>
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				She continued to pet the horse's neck as he spoke, her eyes widening at his words.&nbsp; He'd never...&nbsp; "You..."&nbsp; She looked back at him, if that was true, what was with the display he'd first given her at their meeting.&nbsp; Her body astride his - his scent had started then, and she'd felt him through her pants grinding up against her - she'd pulled another blade on him for it.&nbsp; "I take it my handmaiden was that poor a substitute for you to proposition me at our meeting then," she said with a chuckle.&nbsp; "Abigail isn't that bad...&nbsp; She has a pretty face, a kind heart...&nbsp; I don't know why she's so afraid of Wolves..."&nbsp; She sighed as he spoke of bathing come morning, "If we are both calmed down...&nbsp; I may help you with your back then."&nbsp; She patted the horse's neck, "Can you build a fire for us in here while I go to bathe?"&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Roseless Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>seekeroftruth22</strong> on <strong>09-05-2014, 08:46:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Ghost looked over and said <strong>"as you with <em>Lerato</em>, and if you ask when you get back i just might tell you that words meaning."</strong> he nodded when asked to build the fire, which he did swiftly. he knew that his actions at their first meeting was not helping his words be true but to be fair he was going to call off the mating and on his way to do so he runs into the most beautiful creature he had ever seen, <em>wait i should remember that and tell it to her when she get back from her bath.</em> he hoped that she would accept what the word meant with out slapping him, humans and their damned modesty, its amazing that modesty wasnt the cause of the great war! Ghost refused to say anything more until after the princess left, then looking to his horse he said <strong>"how am i suposse to tell a she-human i wish to mate with her? for all i know she has a male at her residence right now waiting for her. if she was a wolf i would know what to do! i should have paid more attention to those stupid mating rituals humans do, like that dating thing."</strong> looking at his horse he mutters <strong>"your of no help at all."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Roseless Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>09-05-2014, 15:43:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She nodded as he said he might tell her the meaning of the word, taking the last saddle bag off the horse - this one smaller, and able to be carried easily.&nbsp; Leaving him in the cave alone, she went to the stream not far off - he could still hear a few of her louder movements and sounds.&nbsp; Undressing, she took off her coat, a few daggers lining it, and then her Sword, laying it on top of her coat before she started working on a loosely tied corset.&nbsp; It would be scandalous, her going about in a bit of underwear.&nbsp; Even if said corset was designed to be seen.&nbsp; Undoing the laces up front, she slit it off.&nbsp; The breaches and boots were a simpler affair.&nbsp; Just a tug and they were off, more scandelously, she had nothing on underneath the breaches.&nbsp; There was nothing small enough to not bunch up uncomfortably beneath them.&nbsp; She'd have worn a skirt, but it was silly to fight in one.&nbsp; The cool air about her didn't do anything to cool her body - she knew his scent was in her clothes.&nbsp; "Shiiiit," she cursed softly, drawing it out.<br><br>Sighing, she brought a small cloth from her bag and went to the water.&nbsp; It was barely knee deep, but it would do to at least get his scent - and a bit of hers - to die down.&nbsp; She yelped as she started to wade into it.&nbsp; It was nearing fall, and the water was cold.&nbsp; Kneeling in the water near a large rock, she dipped the cloth into the water and ran it up her legs, trying to get used to the coolness and hurry.&nbsp; She had no soap, so water would have to do.&nbsp; She trembled as she brought the cold water over her skin, leaning against the rock as she did.&nbsp; It did nothing to help the heat he'd made - and with just his scent!&nbsp; She gave a loud moan as she brought the towel over her breasts, "D-Damn wolf...&nbsp; Uhn..."&nbsp; If anything, her bath was making things worse...&nbsp; She could always...&nbsp; No...&nbsp; That was very improper, but maybe it would help her last the night.&nbsp; Did she have enough time?&nbsp; She didn't know - but her hands had already laid the cloth on the rock and were going along her feverish skin.&nbsp; She groaned loudly as she dipped her fingers between her legs.&nbsp; Wet with water and her honey, her fingers slid easily through her folds.&nbsp; "Oh, gods..."&nbsp; She leaned back hard against the rock, bracing her body against it.&nbsp; She closed her eyes, her body trembling for the cold and for her fingers playing through her sex.&nbsp; Another loud moan came through her throat as she dipped a finger through them, finding that spot that had made her nearly quicken on the horses.&nbsp; Her body jumped as she found it, the little nub on fire with the first touch.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Roseless Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>seekeroftruth22</strong> on <strong>09-05-2014, 18:16:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Prince Ghost hear the princess yelp and was instantly up and had a hold of his sword, sneaking out of the cave and moving towards the lake he looked around for the reason for her yelping. seeing none he glanced into the water and what he saw caused him to lose the ability to move, the princess was fully naked before him, hearing her pleasurable moan brought his previously calmed down member back to life in a instant and what topped it off was her saying 'damn wolf' and being the only wolf in the area he knew that she was talking about him. he knew that he should leave her alone to bathe privately like she wished but his feet would not move especially when she put the cloth down and started running her hands down her body, he nearly came when he watched her hands slid into her most private of areas and the moan that followed made him grab hold of his member, realizing what he was doing he shook his head and quietly went back to the cave to join the princess in a play session with himself. <br><br>once he was back in the cave Ghost put the horse outside so he would be alone while he pleasured himself. leaning against the back of the cave he closed his eyes as his hand found his aching member causing him to let our a deep growl of pleasure that vibrated the small stones near by. he knew the princess was far enough away that she would not be able to hear him so he allowed himself to say <strong>"<em>Lerato</em> Alea"</strong> a pause for another stone shaking growl <strong>"mine."</strong> in his mind he was picturing him rushing back to the lake and replacing his Alea's fingers with his tongue quickly followed by his manhood, holder her against his fur as he mated her and marked her with his scent so all males would know she was taken 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Roseless Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>09-05-2014, 19:56:56</strong>
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				She groaned as she played with the little nub - only to stop as she heard a snap of a twig.&nbsp; Her eyes shot open to see him, his body turning and his large member out again as he went back to the cave.&nbsp; Her face flushed as she realized what he'd seen.&nbsp; Her fingers moved away from her body, planting themselves on the rock behind her.&nbsp; Oh, this wouldn't work...&nbsp; This would not work...&nbsp; Them in a cave together, overnight...&nbsp; She went to her things - she was clean enough.&nbsp; He still had her cloak, which she could do without.&nbsp; She pulled on her breaches and boots, struggling with them since she was still wet.&nbsp; She left the small washing cloth on the stone as she pulled a white shirt from her pack and stuffed the corsette inside.&nbsp; Finishing her dressing with the shirt and her coat, she slung her pack over her shoulder and went to the horse patting it's nose before she mounted it, urging it to move forwards as she heard the wolf growl.&nbsp; She'd been gone from the village too long, anyhow.&nbsp; Her mentor would be worried...&nbsp; A night's ride or two would get them there the day after next.&nbsp; <br><br>She closed her eyes as she could still smell that smoked spices scent.&nbsp; She needed to get away from him - for her own sanity at least.&nbsp; A marriage between them...&nbsp; It had been a good idea once.&nbsp; And until peace reigned again in her country, she could not let their passions force something that might make it all worse.&nbsp; As soon as she was sure he wasn't following - at least close, she urged the horse into a canter, then a gallop, all to get away from him.&nbsp; Her people were forefront in her mind, even if that damned wolf was certainly trying to sneak his way into her heart and body.&nbsp; She couldn't put her people - or his - in danger...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Roseless Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>seekeroftruth22</strong> on <strong>10-05-2014, 07:50:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				even while pleasuring himself Ghost was a trained warrior and clearly heard the horse moving outside and thought little of it, when the sound go further away then he stopped his hand and quickly doused the fire and retrieved his weapon. opening the vines he saw the rear of the horse and its rider, he bolted for the lake and saw the princess was gone and so was her gear. thinking the worst Ghost bolted after the horse and found the horse was galloping, which he couldn't gain ground at that speed but he tried anyway. running as fast as he physically possible for him and then juts a little more, pushing himself to the point of exhaustion. there was no was in the shadow land Ghost was allowing her to get away from him, weather she was taken or left on her own Ghost was going to be there by her side to help her and protect her for she was his and everyone knows never to touch what a wolf has claimed.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Roseless Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>10-05-2014, 15:12:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Even a wolf couldn't hide the sound of going full speed - the heavy footfalls, and the harsh breath...&nbsp; Alea had thought death was perhaps taunting her a moment till she saw Prince Ghost coming behind them.&nbsp; Her eyes widened - even as comfortable as she was with a Wolf, they were still terrifying coming at you at such speeds.&nbsp; She reigned in the horse, turning it so that they'd round about behind him.&nbsp; "Prince!&nbsp; What are you doing," she demanded an answer, the horse excited for it's run, it pranced a bit, cooling it's legs.&nbsp; She pulled it to move around in a small tight circle once before she dismounted, "I am going back to my men - it is not a good idea for us to stay a night alone together."&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Roseless Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>seekeroftruth22</strong> on <strong>10-05-2014, 17:23:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				when Ghost stopped he nearly fell down, stumbling a bit he grabbed the closest tree for support. after hearing the reason for her leaving he finally looked at her, his blood red eyes locked on to hers as if he was trying to see her soul. laboring to breath as he spoke caused him to pause every couple words <strong>"Princess . . why is it . . not good? I . . am your . . betrothed. out of . . my entire . . kingdom . . I will . . always pick . . my<em> Lerato</em>."</strong> the tree Ghost had used for support was a relatively small tree and it took that exact moment to break in his hand sending the prince to the ground <strong>"shouldn't have . .run so fast."</strong> he said as he sat up, his eyes, burring with a unknown need, returned to hers
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Roseless Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>11-05-2014, 02:24:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She flushed as he looked at her, unable to hold that penetrating gaze, she looked away.&nbsp; Feeling guilty, even though she knew there was no true reason to be.&nbsp; And again, there was that word - that title.&nbsp; "Lerato," she said softly, "You...&nbsp; You haven't told me what that means...&nbsp; I refuse to bear a title when i do not know what it is!"&nbsp; And they weren't betrothed - not truly anymore.&nbsp; She was disowned - her name given to her second hand.&nbsp; By all legal accounts, he was betrothed to the girl, not the woman in front of him.&nbsp; "And I am not Princess Alea!&nbsp; We are not betrothed!&nbsp; I am nothing that can be betrothed too!&nbsp; I am no one!"&nbsp; She looked up at him finally, her eyes not giving him the sight of his need - but instead a lost look was in her eyes.&nbsp; As if she'd been set adrift at sea with nothing to guide her, not even the stars to brighten the dark nights. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Roseless Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>seekeroftruth22</strong> on <strong>11-05-2014, 02:49:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				the look in his mates eyes cut through Ghost worst then any sword ever could. stabbing his claws into a larger tree he forced himself to his feet with out taking his eyes off of Alea as if she might vanish into thin air if he did <strong>"you say you with to know the meaning of the title <em>Lerato</em> then I will tell you. it means 'the one I wish to bear my pups' when I first laid eyes upon you I gave you this title with out knowing who you are, I have refused the kings female and I have chosen the one I wish to be with. I have turned my back on that princess and chosen a bandit as the one I wish to be my mate. I have chosen you Alea and have given my heart, now I must win yours or . . well I must."</strong> his voice wasn't as steady as he would have liked but he hoped she could understand such a odd concept, that title was porously not given to the humans to learn because it was believed they wouldn't understand it or they would abuse it for their gain like the way human males use the word 'love' just to get what they want from a female.<br><br>through his mental power along he stood and walked the distance between him and hi she-human and with out warning wrapped his large arms around her and spoke <strong>"you may not be the princess, Alea but you are the most important women in all of the Wolfen territory. no wolf would dare disrespect you and all would guard you more loyally then your palace guards. just because you believe you are no longer a princess does not mean you are no one."</strong> his anger at the king for making her feel this way was like poison in his veins and the only cure was that males death and Alea's happiness.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Roseless Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>11-05-2014, 03:11:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She looked at him as he explained the word - it was a strange word, by human understanding.&nbsp; But she knew how precious it was to the wolves to choose who'd they'd finally mate with.&nbsp; "You..."&nbsp; She couldn't look at him again as he spoke of choosing her, feeling none of the importance he placed on her - and speaking of how he needed to win her heart.&nbsp; When he wrapped his arms around her, she gasped softly at his embrace, thinking to fight it for a moment before she stilled herself, her body trembling.&nbsp; "Prince..."&nbsp; Tears threatened her eyes, and she let herself be close to him, turning her head into his furry chest.&nbsp; It became moist with the few tears she'd let fall, her fingers tangling in the fur of his chest and belly - trying to keep him near.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Roseless Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>seekeroftruth22</strong> on <strong>11-05-2014, 05:45:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ghost felt Alea's tears on his fur as she held onto him as if her life depended on staying close to him, he wondered just how long she had been hiding her feelings and forcing herself to be strong for her people. the fact she was allowing him to see her crying was a gift he could not express. lowing his mouth to her ear he whispered as tenderly as he could <strong>"I am here my <em>Lerato</em> right by your side."</strong> putting his hand under her chin he raised her face and gently licked her tears away, once he was finished he looked her in the eyes again <strong>"and I always will be"</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Roseless Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>11-05-2014, 06:12:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She stood still, a blush on her cheeks as he made her to face him, licking her tears away.&nbsp; A flush of shame and desire coming to her cheeks, even as she still clung to him.&nbsp; "Ghost," she murmured softly, reaching up for his big head, she kept it still as she raised to tip toe to kiss his muzzle gently.&nbsp; She trembled as she did something so intimate, so forbidden to one she was not yet wed to.&nbsp; But she couldn't help it - she'd waited for him for years...&nbsp; Dreamed of what their first touch would be like - it'd been rough, harsh as she landed atop him, and toppled him to the ground of his horse, not the gentle touches she'd thought.&nbsp; She'd dreamed of what their first conversations would be of, of favorite treats and the best way to hunt down a deer.&nbsp; Not of robbery and treason as it had been.&nbsp; But the kiss...&nbsp; It was what she thought.&nbsp; He couldn't quite return it, but his fur was soft and warm against her lips, her fingertips buried in his soft neck fur, his body large and warm against hers...&nbsp; It was not before a priest, but the gods were always watching...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Roseless Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>seekeroftruth22</strong> on <strong>11-05-2014, 06:41:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ghost was pleasantly surprised when the princess graced him with a soft kiss, the kind of kiss he believed was only shared between a pair of humans who had, or were in the process of getting, mated. in that moment Ghost wished with all his heart to be human just to return this sacred kiss but he could, and did, hold her tightly against his chest. pulling away a little he spoke with reverence for the gift she had given him <strong>"thank you Lerato, I mean Alea."</strong> he corrected himself <strong>"I wish our first meeting would have been the ones I dreamed about and prayed for my whole life, I do not care what it costs me. I will do everything in my power to make you happy and carefree, weather you choose me as your mate or another just know I will always be here for you."</strong> the thought of her with another male made his stomach turn, and like all wolves Ghost couldn't stop his facial expressions as he talked so it would have appeared on his face the moment he mentioned another male
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Roseless Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>11-05-2014, 13:31:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled softly at him running her fingers along his muzzle and cheek, "You honestly think my heart could choose another?&nbsp; When all I've ever wanted is in front of me?"&nbsp; Then again, it might not be her heart to make the decision - but she didn't want to think of that.&nbsp; She kissed his muzzle again, her body trembling at the thought.&nbsp; Her human mind was already thinking of ways this was a bad idea - though also of ways to be sure it was what would happen.&nbsp; She needed to return to the village and her men.&nbsp; Winter was coming...&nbsp; They needed to baton down and plan for spring.&nbsp; There were towns...&nbsp; Other villages on the way...&nbsp; "A priest," she murmured against his fur, surely there was a priest on the way back that would marry them.&nbsp; She went back to her full feet and pressed her face to his chest, "We should go back to the cave for the night...&nbsp; On the morrow, I need to return to my men.&nbsp; But...&nbsp; If you would accompany me, prince...&nbsp; I am sure in the few days ride, we can find a priest to marry us..."&nbsp; That way, even if it was a bad idea - even if there was a better choice politically for her marriage - t here would be nothing short of killing him in order for her to marry another.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Roseless Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>seekeroftruth22</strong> on <strong>11-05-2014, 18:27:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ghost smiled back at his Alea, his and no one else's. he knew that when his men heard he was to be mated they would try to make a party out of it, if there was anything a wolf loved more then a fight it was a celebration. when he heard her mention a priest he almost groaned as he remembered the human mating ceremony, something else to celebrate with their men. <strong>"If we are to make it back to the cave we must both ride. the priest can be brought to us easily I just have to tell my men what to look for and they will ask the closest one they can find to come to us."</strong> from what Ghost knew of priests in all likely hood there was at least one in each human village, it would be a lot harder to find a Wolfen Shaman to bind their spirits together, that is if they could find one that approved on the union. <strong>"after are mated in your custom I would ask you to be mated in mine."</strong> humans would know little to nothing of a wolfen mating ceremony 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Roseless Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>12-05-2014, 01:43:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Your men are out looking for mine," she said, "I think t'would be faster to find a priest on our way back to the village that has housed me and my men," she said with a chuckle, then thinking on his cerimony - she knew not what it entailed, other than a wolf shaman was involved.&nbsp; "It may take a while to find a shaman...&nbsp; But I would be married to you in such a way," she said softly, running her fingers down his furry neck.&nbsp; "I want us, Prince Ghost...&nbsp; I've never thought of another..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Roseless Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>seekeroftruth22</strong> on <strong>12-05-2014, 02:48:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ghost chuckled with her as well knowing full well that his men were right now in the process of stalking her men, most likely they had already taken their equipment back. <strong>"I never knew just how much I wanted you until I saw the one they replaced you with, in that moment it seemed my whole world had vanished before my eyes and suddenly it comes back as I get knocked off my horse by the most beautiful female I have ever seen."</strong> as he spoke his hands trailed up and her back, careful not to allow his claws anywhere near her
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Roseless Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>12-05-2014, 14:54:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She flushed at his words before gasping as his fingers trailed up her back.&nbsp; Even through two layers of fabric, his touch affected her.&nbsp; She bit her lip, trying to tell her touch starved body to calm down.&nbsp; Clearing her throat, she smiled softly at him, trying to step away, "We'd best go back to the cave for the night...&nbsp; We can go to the village come morning..."&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Roseless Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>seekeroftruth22</strong> on <strong>13-05-2014, 03:27:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ghost grinned as he learned his touch effected her like this, but she was right they would need to get to the cave if they wanted to get a early start. Ghost simply picked Alea up with one well muscled arm and barked at the horse, which came at his call <strong>"if its the cave you wish to go then let us ride."</strong> . getting into the sable was a bit odd while holding his female but having her pressed against him was well worth the trouble <strong>"now wrap your arms around my neck, it will make riding easier."</strong> which was mostly true, once they started riding he planned on shifting a little bit at a time so that she would end up with her chest against his and her legs on either side of him, if she was like that while riding with him the implications of the sexual act would hopefully make her aroused again, Ghost had found that he loved the scent of her arousal 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Roseless Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>13-05-2014, 04:37:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She squirmed as he maneuvered her with her front facing his, riding backwards was awkward.&nbsp; As they rode on however, she realized his intent...&nbsp; She hadn't realized wolves could be crafty.&nbsp; She whimpered, her face flushed as she was pressed against him closer and closer.&nbsp; She brought her hands down to clutch at the fur of his chest and sides, her legs resting on his the way he planned as they rode.&nbsp; "Prince...&nbsp; Would it not be better...&nbsp; For me to turn about," she asked, feeling his cock inside of his sheath though her pants.&nbsp; This was not proper by far...&nbsp; But she couldn't help how it made her feel, his arousing scent surrounding her...&nbsp; His body pressed against hers so intimately...&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Roseless Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>seekeroftruth22</strong> on <strong>13-05-2014, 05:07:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ghost gave Alea a naughty smile as he presses his sheath against her so she could feel his member getting harder and poking out a little more with each passing moment <strong>"it might be better my Alea but I prefer you right where you are for now."</strong> he said with his need for her clear in his voice. inhaling deeply he savored her scent and hoped that he would be able to taste her and feel the warmth of her womanhood before he closed his eyes for sleep tonight, the only thing that would stop him was her and even that would take great effort on his part to stop once they returned to the cave, which was quickly approaching as he was speaking
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Roseless Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>13-05-2014, 14:58:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her body clung to him as she jounced about on the horse.&nbsp; Riding backwards was a very hard thing to do - she couldn't focus her center of gravity to keep herself still!&nbsp; Feeling him grow hard against her made her skin flush a darker hue, and his words had her scarlet from her forehead to her chest.&nbsp; She was around men often, and was used to their randiness - but having that aimed at her was a completely different thing from having it just talked about!&nbsp; When she felt something begin to poke her belly, she gave a little surprised yelp, looking down between them.&nbsp; She immediately looked back up and pressed her face against his chest.&nbsp; Her legs tightened against his thighs involuntarily as her heat began to build.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Roseless Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>seekeroftruth22</strong> on <strong>14-05-2014, 02:31:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				as they rode Ghost took the reins in one hand as a wicked smile crossed his face, taking his now free hand he trailed his fingers down her back the same way he did before mounting the horse except this time he didn't stop at her lower back, those teasing fingers trailed all the way between her twin moons and stopping just shy of her rapidly heating womanhood before going back up.&nbsp; just to tease her a little more Ghost angles his sheath so that as his member hardened and came out more it would travel along her belly so she could feel every inch of his desire for her. Just to make sure he had enough time to tease her he went in a large circle around the cave, which she would be hard pressed to notice since she was riding backwards and being teased the entire time <strong>"your cheeks are red Alea, what ever is the matter?"</strong> he whispered to her as he quickly licked her on her neck 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Roseless Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>14-05-2014, 03:29:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Prince Ghost!"&nbsp; She snapped - even as she whimpered at his teasing touch along her rear end and nearly all the way to...&nbsp; "Y-You know exactly wha-what's the...&nbsp; M-Matter...&nbsp; Uhn..."&nbsp; She groaned as he licked her neck.&nbsp; They were not yet wed...&nbsp; But she swore she'd burn if she pushed his hands away, even if they were what were making her hotter.&nbsp; She shut her eyes tightly and moaned as she felt his large shaft all up against her belly, separated only by her shirt.&nbsp; "Prince...&nbsp; This isn't...&nbsp; P-Pro...&nbsp; Prop-oper," she studdered as he continued to tease her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Roseless Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>seekeroftruth22</strong> on <strong>14-05-2014, 05:46:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				listening to her stuttered response made Ghost extremely happy, but it was time to see how his mate would do once she was off the horse <strong>"if this is so improper Alea, then why don't you tell me to stop?"</strong>. it was only a few short moments before the horse stopped in front of the cave and took a firm grip on his females rear so he could dismount the horse and at the same time pressing his member tightly against her. once he was on the ground he lowered her to the ground and took one step away so that she could all of him <strong>"well my Alea, how quickly can you get out of those pesky clothes? if you take to long I just might rip them off which might not be a good idea since we are returning to your men on the morrow. tick tock Alea."</strong> as he said tick tock his member twitched with anticipation of seeing her with out those strips of cloth
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Roseless Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>14-05-2014, 14:29:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She gave him a lust filled glare, her head so hazy with his scent, she didn't realize the heat in her gaze.&nbsp; "I...&nbsp; Because..."&nbsp; She growled, shaking her head and trying to clear it.&nbsp; "You should...&nbsp; Know...&nbsp; B-bette-Ah!"&nbsp; She clung to him as he picked them up and off the horse, stumbling as he released her.&nbsp; She held onto the wall of rock behind her body as she looked up at him.&nbsp; Very big...&nbsp; Very male...&nbsp; His threat to her clothing made heat burn in her belly.&nbsp; But this wasn't right - they were not yet wed by either of their customs...&nbsp; "P-Prince, I..."&nbsp; Her face was flushed an absolute red as she looked away from him, trying to clear her head of him to say no.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Roseless Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>seekeroftruth22</strong> on <strong>17-05-2014, 18:25:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ghost loved that lust filled look in his mates eyes and he didn't like her looking away from him, he knew she was trying to get her reason to overpower her arousal. with amazing speed he was suddenly right there, just inches from her <strong>"times up Alea."</strong> with a very careful stroke of his claw the wolf prince sliced the front of Alea's shirt open, exposing her breasts to him. once her breasts are revealed Ghost wastes no time in licking those little pink nipples with his warm and rough tongue
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Roseless Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>17-05-2014, 21:12:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her eyes opened wide as he came close.&nbsp; The heat, the smell of him overwhelming her senses.&nbsp; She reached out, pressing her fingers against his belly as if to push him away as she gave a pitiful noise - a whimper mixed of lust and denial.&nbsp; When his claws came towards her, she gasped as she felt the smooth curves against her skin before he ripped the shirt she wore open - scarce able to give a gasp before his tongue was on her skin.&nbsp; Hot, wet, rough...&nbsp; She gave a groan as his hot breath caressed her skin and his tongue found her nipples, the dusky pink points tightening to small hard pebbles to his tongue.&nbsp; Her hands met the fur of his neck, digging through and clinging with her fingers as her body trembled.&nbsp; "G-Ghost...&nbsp; This...&nbsp; Ahn..."&nbsp; It wasn't right - they were not wed or mated...&nbsp; If anyone found out, it would be yet another point of many against her when she took her kingdom back...&nbsp; "I...&nbsp; We...&nbsp; Ghost...&nbsp; Please!"&nbsp; She gasped as she managed a real breath, pushing his head up to receive her kisses, "P-please...&nbsp; Tomorrow...&nbsp; Await tomorrow...&nbsp; And I'll be yours in this way, Prince.&nbsp; I'll beg for every inch of your fur against me...&nbsp; I'll beg you inside, your seed planted in me...&nbsp; But, please, just one more night...&nbsp; We must wait."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Roseless Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>seekeroftruth22</strong> on <strong>20-05-2014, 06:03:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ghost allowed her to pulls his head away from her perfect breasts for her kisses it was hard for her words to get through to Ghost in his current arousal but hearing her beg allowed his sanity the small foot hold it needed for him to restrain himself. he lowered himself to his knees and places his head against her bare chest and sighed, his breath traveling along her stomach. leaning back he looked into her eyes he saw how hard it was for her to refuse him, her lust was clear to him in her eyes, <strong>"your wish . . . is granted, one more night."</strong> leaning away from her so he was sitting on his legs <strong>"I have waited this long for you what's one more day?"</strong> looking at her ripped shirt, and her exposed breasts, made him moan a little <strong>"you need a new shirt"</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Roseless Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>20-05-2014, 17:06:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She whimpered as his big head pressed against her chest.&nbsp; The fur was so soft against her skin...&nbsp; "Oooh..."&nbsp; A tremble went down her back as his breath caressed her skin.&nbsp; She smiled as he spoke a whispered thanks before he moved his body away from her to sit.&nbsp; A blush went to her cheeks and chest as he moaned at the sight of her, and she nodded, "I can wear the corset...&nbsp; I'll be fine..."&nbsp; Her eyes scanned over him before she moved for her bag on the horse, giving him a wide berth so that she could avoid smelling any more of his maddening scent.&nbsp; Certain she'd go back on her own words and begin begging him to do the opposite if she was pushed to smell him more.&nbsp; She pulled the corset from her bag before she pulled her jacket off, her shirt coming off with it, leaving her top half completely bared before him.&nbsp; She brought the corset up around her ribs and body, tugging the thing around front, she reached forwards with one hand to grab the laces from her pack and started on the slow process of lacing it up.
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