Wolfling Winter | Astir's House
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				Title: <strong>Wolfling Winter | Astir's House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shii</strong> on <strong>24-07-2013, 15:35:12</strong>
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				Astir's house is set back in among the trees. It's not too far from the alpha house. He favors being a little closer to the center of things but he also likes his privacy. The house is reflective of it's owner's tastes. He has spent a lot of time slowly working on it here and there, frequently asking the artisans of the village to help him with this or that. It is well kept and tidy. The back of the house has a large deck he uses to practice or test the weapons he has fixed.<br><br>Inside the house is a large fireplace, a sturdy looking table, several bear skin and bison rugs dot the wood floor and a loft where a bed big enough for three people rests on a sturdy wooden frame. The far wall down stairs is usually cluttered with weapons needing to be mended. It has a certain charm but it definitely needs a feminine touch.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wolfling Winter / Astir's House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shii</strong> on <strong>24-07-2013, 15:36:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/bYHh3ak.jpg)</div><br><strong>Character name</strong>: Astir<br><strong>Who:</strong>&nbsp; Nesii<br><strong>Where:</strong> Astir's House<br><strong>When: </strong> Nightfall<br><hr><br>Astir lead her up to his house, crunching through the snow and opened the door for her. he shut the door behind them, locking the biting cold out. Embers burned on the hearth and he tossed a few more logs on the coals and they caught fire. He didn't light any lamps but rather let the firelight be the heat and only light in the room. Nesii was beautiful. The light of the fire bathed her skin in a warm glow giving her a vibrance. He didn't say anything as she took in the house as he removed his boots and left them by the door, bare feet soundless on the floor. Slowly he came over to her and took her chin in his hand, tilting it up to look at him before he kissed her gently at first and then more fiercely, letting his hand slide through her hair. Pulling her close to him she could feel the state she had put him in, hard against her hip. He certainly had nothing to be ashamed of in that department...<br><br>Still he didn't speak as his hands started there exploration of her supple body, backing her up against a wooden pillar. Teasingly he slipped a hand between her legs, touching her through her clothing, knowing she was hot and wet and yet he teased. A smirk crossed his lips as he looked at her. She was going to pay for teasing him all this time! His other hand brushed against her nipples and palmed her breasts, feeling the weight of them, the softness in his roughened hands. Slowly he ran his teasing hand back up and slid his hand down between the deer skin and her own soft, hot skin, slowly creeping down until his finger tips touched her hot sex, slippery with her own arousal. He teased her with his touches not fully giving her what she wanted, working her into a deeper state of passion barely touching her yet forcing her against the pillar, forcing her to endure it.<br><br>"Are you sure about this?" he asked, his voice deep with passion. He didn't want to force her and he knew it would be a long night. Satisfying his desires normally took the work of two or three lovers at a time. He hoped she was up to it sense he was going to make her cum until dawn.<br><br>(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=178679.50 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=178679.50))
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wolfling Winter / Astir's House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>26-07-2013, 05:59:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Brunettes/0174171c-e66f-4ab6-a7ba-929501e1e254_zpsb8c689c1.jpg) (http://s980.photobucket.com/user/caela_ecub/media/Brunettes/0174171c-e66f-4ab6-a7ba-929501e1e254_zpsb8c689c1.jpg.html)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> 'Nesii<br><strong>Who:</strong> Astir<br><strong>Where:</strong> Astir's House<br><strong>When:</strong> Nightfall <br><hr><br>'Nesii let Astir lead her through the snow, not even feeling the cold on her bare feet or all of the smooth skin that was still exposed. Her body stayed warm, despite the deep Winter, with the anticipation that hummed just under her skin. Stepping through his door she looked around while he added wood to the fireplace and took off his boots. What she saw made her smile slightly. It was very much the house of a man and not the home of a family. It reminded her of the state her Mother claimed her Father's hut had been in when they'd mated. Weapons and projects everywhere, animal skin rugs, but nothing to indicate a woman spend any time here, nothing to soften the rough edges.<br><br>Despite not having her own house (she'd never seen the point since it was just her though she certainly had the rank to have her own home), she couldn't help but to start decorating it in her own mind's eye.<br><br>At least she couldn't until he finally came to her, lifted her chin, and caught her lips with his own. At the first touch of his mouth to hers any thought fled her mind. She let him pull her close before she twined her arms up and around his neck, her fingers twining through the dark curls of his hair, stroking his neck gently while the kiss deepened, her touch light but firm enough to indicate that she didn't want the kiss to end. They'd been dancing around each other for years and now that they'd finally reached the culmination of that dance, she intended to savor it.<br><br>There was no fight in her now, no sparring, no quick remarks or teasing quips. She let Astir push her back until she felt a pillar at her back, trapping her between the hard line of his body and the unyielding strength of the wood behind her. The first touch of his hand between her legs, pushing the deerskin of the loincloth she wore against tender flesh, drew a groan from her throat and told her almost everything she needed to know. He was going to take her years of tormenting him in the sparring ring, out on her body tonight with his own form of torture! <br><br>Opening her eyes to stare at him, her own gaze was nearly black in the dim light, and it was clear in that look that there was nothing left in her mind but him, his touch on her skin, and the need for more of him than she had ever allowed herself before. There would be no stopping what they were starting now and while she hadn't spoken a reply to his words in the Alpha house, her response was clear enough in that gaze. A gaze that flared when his fingers slide under that loincloth to touch the heated flesh of her core, making her hips buck against his hand, rolling to the maddening tempo he was using to tease her with and making her reach out to cling to him, her nails biting into his shoulders while her body surged, trying to push hid touch where she wanted it and unable to do so!<br><br>Hearing his question a low growl filled her throat to answer, "If you stop, I'll rip your throat out and Ts'itu won't blame me for it!"<br><br>Sliding one hand from his shoulder up into his hair once more, she gripped the back of his head tightly, pulling it to her, claiming his lips in a savage, demanding kiss, her teeth nipping at his lower lip, tugging eagerly, while she fed him eager little noises from her throat. She had no idea of his full plans for her, but own included keeping up with anything he could throw at her.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wolfling Winter / Astir's House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shii</strong> on <strong>30-07-2013, 06:36:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/bYHh3ak.jpg)</div><br><strong>Character name</strong>: Astir<br><strong>Who:</strong>&nbsp; Nesii<br><strong>Where:</strong> Astir's house<br><strong>When: </strong> Night<br><hr><br>Astir had not missed Nesii's soft smile upon taking in his abode. Yes it was distinctly in need of a woman's touch yet it was clean and everything seemed to be in order. Women did not spend much time in his house. Sometimes he wondered who was using who when they were out the door while he was clamoring out of bed, the sheets cold and the loneliness back again. He wished he could claim a mate but he knew his family curse would never let him do so.<br><br>The taste of her hot, soft lips crushed against his own made him hunger for more. An appetite in him was wetted, her taste, her touch, her scent was all over him and he couldn't get enough. Soft teasing hands in his hair, on his neck. She was all softness and yielding against his continued demand for more. Oh but he was going to tease her! He was going to torture her with her own desire for him! Only when her need was clawing the walls and she moaned in desperation would he give it to her.<br><br>When she groaned he knew she had figured out that she was to be teased, teased as she had teased him and he couldn't help a devilish smirk from crossing his lips at the thought of her lithe body squirming under his. When he gave her sex the barest touch with his rough hand he felt her nails dig into his skin and he groaned lightly at the feeling while she bucked her hips into his hand. Ah, but he wasn't going to let her satisfy herself! <br><br>At her growl and her threatening answer he was all too happy to proceed with his plans for his lover. He growled as she gripped his hair and kissed him savagely. While she nipped his lip he flicked her wet clit and slid his fingers down her inner lips below feeling the slick, hot, wetness that made his cock throb. Still it was only a tease and he kissed her back giving her his own nip as he brutally took her mouth with his own forcing his tongue inside as his other hand yanked the loin cloth free so she was now naked before him.<br><br>He snarled and bit her neck when he broke the kiss again toying with her clit, flicking it, circling it, rubbing it before sliding down between wet folds to tease at her hot, inner workings, denying her the penetration her body craved. He let her feel his full arousal through his tight leather pants against her hip. He certainly had nothing to be ashamed of with his manhood throbbing at a good ten and a half inches. grabbing one of her hands in his he directed her to where she needed to be as he encouraged her to fondle him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wolfling Winter / Astir's House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>31-07-2013, 03:19:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Brunettes/0174171c-e66f-4ab6-a7ba-929501e1e254_zpsb8c689c1.jpg) (http://s980.photobucket.com/user/caela_ecub/media/Brunettes/0174171c-e66f-4ab6-a7ba-929501e1e254_zpsb8c689c1.jpg.html)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> 'Nesii<br><strong>Who:</strong> Astir<br><strong>Where:</strong> Astir's House<br><strong>When:</strong> Nightfall <br><hr><br>'Nesii quickly discovered that while she might be the Second to the Pack Alpha, that wasn't going to matter here in Astir's house. Even after her growled threat, and the savage, demanding, way she'd kissed him, he didn't give her control, didn't loosen his hold on her or give her any slack between himself and the post she was trapped against. He maintained his control of the situation, and of her body, and that fact alone made small shiverings race down her spine and whimperings she was already feeding to him only grew louder.<br><br>If asked, she wouldn't have been able to tell the last time she had let a man have control of <em>anything</em> but Astir wasn't asking, he was simply claiming and while she wouldn't have tolerated it in the sparring circle, she relished it here in his house.<br><br>A sharp pulling against her hip, her loincloth being torn from her body, drew a low cry of surprise from her throat and made her eyes snap to his! For the briefest second the deerskin cord ripping had hurt, but the savagery of it more than anything surprised her. Perhaps this dance had been drawn out too long, though in truth, until tonight, she hadn't been certain how to end it. Being Ts'itu's Second didn't always make her the most approachable person to begin with. Along with that was the fact that most of the men she knew, she considered to be nearly pups, and that many men stopped being attracted to a woman who could outfight them, and her experience beyond using the sparring ring as a means of flirting, was extremely limited.<br><br>Such thoughts evaporated however at Astir's snarl and the sudden sharp pain at her throat! Teeth on flesh drew a fresh cry and this time there was no kiss to muffle it! Anyone outside was likely to have heard that sound and would know their Second was yielding to their Third...and relishing it! There was nothing of pain in that sound, though the bite throbbed where his teeth laid claim to her flesh, instead it was a sound of surrender and abandon, and one that carried an edge of that same threat she'd voiced earlier. Every moment he taunted her body, drew her closer to the savagery that lived within her wolf and if he stopped now she had no doubt that savagery would be unleashed upon him.<br><br>Naked against him, she wanted a whole lot more than the way his fingers were taunting her. She wanted what she could feel against her hip, moving inside of her! Letting him take her hand she chuckled softly as her fingers tried to curl around him but were hampered by the leather of his pants. Instead her palm rolled against the length of him through that leather, her voice dropping to a low growl as she spoke to him, "You're really overdressed for this!"<br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wolfling Winter / Astir's House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shii</strong> on <strong>02-08-2013, 04:43:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/bYHh3ak.jpg)</div><br><strong>Character name</strong>: Astir<br><strong>Who:</strong>&nbsp; Nesii<br><strong>Where:</strong> Astir's house<br><strong>When: </strong> Night<br><hr><br>Astir was just as aggressive, creative and controlling in the sparing ring. It was not easy to overtake him and he was not easily daunted or intimidated. Years of sparing gave them a familiarity with one another's bodies. There had been hints of the man Nesii was looking for in him when they fought. He was no pup and he hadn't been a pup in a very, very long time. His physical age had nothing to do with it.<br><br>The needy whimperings growing louder, how her body squirmed, soft, supple, hot and wet, the scent of her arousal drove him. But he held himself back just enough to show her he was in control tonight and she wouldn't be getting that control back until he was good and ready to give it back. Nesii was his and he would enjoy devouring every part of her.<br><br>Astir loved the sound she made when he removed her clothes from her, those eyes held surprise within them when they met his own inky pools of desire. He gave her no quarter, not one inch to run with and in those dark lit eyes of his a primal lust burned that promised her sweet satisfaction now that he had finally brought the long dance to a close. Though he had been soundly beaten in the ring by her more than once it had never deterred him. It only made him become more diligent as he practiced. However tonight would see her on her back and if he had his way he would wring every last cry of passion from her so the winter night would know of such sweet surrender.<br><br>The first of many cries to come came when he bit her throat and it sent a shiver of pleasure racing up and down his spine. He made her walk that line, pushing her to greater heights of need, making that fire burn much too hot to turn back. Her hand on him through the leather made him moan low. A smirk passed his lips when she said he was over dressed. He teased her clit with one hand and her nipples with the other as he took his time to respond, letting her squirm. "Yes, I think your right..." he said finally and with that he bent down and grabbed her, throwing her over his strong shoulder and mounting the stairs. One hand kept her legs firmly in place while the other teased her from behind before he threw her down on the soft bed and proceeded to relieve himself of his pants. <br><br>Standing nude in the light of the fire and it's deep shadows he took a moment to look at her. So many nights he had wished it was her in his bed instead of another. Even when he was with Ts'itu. Though he considered even that a part of his duty to there leader. He let her use him how she saw fit weather that was in battle or in bed his loyalty ran deep. Crossing the space between them he came up, sliding between her legs. Once again his mouth found hers and drank deeply of her lips. His hand ran down her side and cupped her breast before he bloke the kiss and moved to flicking her nipples with his tongue before kissing lower, slowly making his way down, scrapeing his rough stubble on her soft belly as he went ever lower. Strong hands forced her thighs apart before he let her feel his hot tongue against her sex, licking her sweet juices, enjoying the sweet taste of his lover before he showed her the skill he had acquired through all his escapades.&nbsp; he teased her clit before sliding lower and suddenly penetrating her with his tongue as his thumb relentlessly stimulated her clit as he did so. he wanted her so hot that when he finally took her she would call out his name to the ever watchful stars of the universe and never any other.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wolfling Winter / Astir's House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>02-08-2013, 06:04:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Brunettes/0174171c-e66f-4ab6-a7ba-929501e1e254_zpsb8c689c1.jpg) (http://s980.photobucket.com/user/caela_ecub/media/Brunettes/0174171c-e66f-4ab6-a7ba-929501e1e254_zpsb8c689c1.jpg.html)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> 'Nesii<br><strong>Who:</strong> Astir<br><strong>Where:</strong> Astir's House<br><strong>When:</strong> Nightfall <br><hr><br><em>"Yes, I think your right..."</em><br><br>'Nesii might have come up with a smart quip to his saying she was right...if she'd been given half a moment to think. Instead she found herself suddenly slung over his shoulder like a sack of laundry! She couldn't stop the squeal of shock, surprise, and indignation at being held in such an undignified manner while he climbed the stairs to his bedroom! She wasn't some prize of war to be carried off! She was his Second and for a brief moment she actually remembered that and beat sharply at the small of his back with her fists but she found it hard to be effective since she also wasn't squirming because she wanted to avoid being dropped on those stairs!<br><br>Growling savagely she loosened her fists, turning her fingers so her nails pointed out like claws and raked them across his back when he shifted to toss her onto the bed, letting his own strength, and her momentum, leave deep grooves on his flesh that would rise to welts and just barely avoided breaking the skin. Looking up at him from the bed it occurred to her that she could leave. She could storm out of his house in a huff of wounded pride, but that was all that it would be and watching him in the shifting glow of the firelight she also knew that she wanted him, wanted the heights of passion he'd already inspired in her flesh, and she knew that if she let her pride get the better of her, she might never have the courage to let her guard down this far again.<br><br>Staring at him from the bed, she let him see the annoyance behind the passion and let him hear the growl in her throat. A growl that wasn't entirely annoyed as he let the leather pants fall away, leaving his body bare in own sight. There was appreciation in the growl as well, a clear indication that she wasn't going anywhere, just as her words did when she said, "If you ever do that again, I'll beat you badly enough in the sparring ring that you won't even want to <em>think</em> of your own bed for a week!"<br><br>Despite the threat she hadn't moved, and she didn't pull away when he approached her once more, she didn't close her legs against him, or try to block his access to her body in any way, taking some of the sting from her words. Words she all but forgot as he slid up between her thighs and caught her lips with his own once more. Feasting on that kiss she returned it eagerly while her arms twined around his neck, one hand sliding up in to the thick curls at the nape of his neck, while the other traced the claw marks she'd already left on his back when he'd tossed her to the bed. Somewhere in the back of her mind she planned on making more of those marks, enough that no other female in the Pack would dare approach him. <br><br>The very idea put a low growl in her throat and made her shift just slightly, her legs wrapping around his, caressing the back of his calves with her feet and holding him against in a possessive manner at the same time. The marks on his back were nothing to what she would do to any female who dared try to poach what was 'Nesii's.<br><br>She didn't hold him tightly though. When he broke the kiss and started to move lower her breath was coming in ragged gasps. The hand in his hair remained but the one on his back slid down, falling to the bed beside her and bunching in his sheets. The feel of his stubble teasing her stomach made her writhe, her back arching to press to him even as a soft laugh parted her lips and she exclaimed that such an action tickled! If he'd stayed there, teasing her stomach, she might have come more to her senses but he continued lower, continued teasing and the first touch of his mouth on the core of her need almost made her try to buck him off the bed! The pleasure that flared through her nearly made her head spin and the spinning only grew worse, or better, when his tongue actually entered her body. <br><br>The combination of his tongue ( and part of her wanted to both kill and thank all the women who'd made him so skilled with that appendage! ) and his thumb on her clit nearly made her come unglued. She gave over to every primal impulse in her body and surged against him. Her hips rolled to him, her back arching to try and bring him even closer, the hand in his hair tightening to hold him close, clearly unwilling to let him go. She might have begged him to stop taunting her, if she could have managed speech. As far gone as she was however the bed she could do was a series of moans that grew louder the more he taunted her body! Already she was close to the edge and all she could do was ride the surge of pleasure flowing through her in the knowledge that that tide would break only when he allowed it to!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wolfling Winter / Astir's House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shii</strong> on <strong>07-08-2013, 06:48:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/bYHh3ak.jpg)</div><br><strong>Character name</strong>: Astir<br><strong>Who:</strong>&nbsp; Nesii<br><strong>Where:</strong> Astir's house<br><strong>When: </strong> Night<br><hr><br>Astir had loved the squeal his lover let out at being thrown over his shoulder. He was sure he was not going to ever get to be able to do this again so he wanted to make it a good one. Of course he thought about all those times she had put him in an undignified position, usually to cut him down a notch when he had been a little too bold in pressing her authority. He pushed his limits, that perhaps, might be something she would both hate and come to love about him. When he let her down he hissed in pain as her claws raked his back but there was something in it that inspired deeper passions. The hot sting of the scratches all up his back was a good pain and she could tell by his reaction to it that he kinda liked it rough like that. He had paused there, seeing her hesitate, debate weather or not she wanted to leave the warmth and heat of his cabin and venture into the cold night. <br><br>Yet she wanted him and he knew it and she was proud, perhaps prouder than himself. Her growl rumbled in her throat as he disrobed, yet he detected the subtle appreciation for what she saw mixed with the annoyance. He smiled at her threat knowing she could do it he was sure. "Perhaps I'll think of yours then." he teased her gently, lovingly. he didn't want to hurt her and he never would hurt her.<br><br>The way she kissed him, eagerly, hungry made him love her all the more. Her hand in his hair and the other touching the marks she had left on his skin, caused shivers of pleasure to run through him. He knew as she traced those marks that perhaps she would rake him raw by the end of the night and mark him so that when he showed his naked back all would see the evidence of there passionate and violent love. A thought that was confirmed as she wrapped herself around him possessively. She would have a time telling some of the females to back off, especially some of the more persistent ones.<br><br>Her excitement was evident as he continued lower, and lower, her body writhing, her breathing panting so he was ready when she bucked against him at the touch of his hot mouth to her. He held her down and prevented her from bucking him off. He had ridden this out before! No, he made her endure the pleasure without the option of escape as his skilled tongue drowned her in it. He held her firmly as she writhed against him so as not to let her escape from the pleasure he suddenly swamped her sensitive, needy, flesh with. it was a few moments longer until he felt her give in and her body opened to him and he heard her moans becoming louder, her hand tightening in his hair as she nearly shook with pleasure. His own need was just as fierce as hers to see her driven nearly mad by his teasing made his cock throb and seep pre cum. he probed her deeper and flicked his tongue inside her finding that spot and teasing it enough to make her nearly cum before drawing back only to press her to the edge again. he repeated this each time coming closer and closer to her climax before he finally let her spill past it's edge and cum. It would be the first of many this night as he was far from done with his lover. No, he intended to take her over and over and over again past that edge in all the ways he had learned.<br><br>Lifting his mouth from her he nipped her open thigh and kissed and nipped it again. Then he shifted himself so he had her knees resting on his arms, slightly above the elbows as his cock head teased her entrance, sliding over the hot, sensitive, wetness that nearly drove him mad with his need, yet he was slow as he slid himself inside her. It was his turn to pant as he took care with his lover as he was not a particularly small man to take.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wolfling Winter / Astir's House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>07-08-2013, 16:18:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Brunettes/0174171c-e66f-4ab6-a7ba-929501e1e254_zpsb8c689c1.jpg) (http://s980.photobucket.com/user/caela_ecub/media/Brunettes/0174171c-e66f-4ab6-a7ba-929501e1e254_zpsb8c689c1.jpg.html)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> 'Nesii<br><strong>Who:</strong> Astir<br><strong>Where:</strong> Astir's House<br><strong>When:</strong> Nightfall <br><hr><br>'Nesii was fairly certain he was going to kill her! The pleasure that rolled through her body was overwhelming leaving her caught between barely being able to breath and filling his house with cries of need. There was no thought, no speech, only the primal, savage need for <em>more</em>! The way he made her body walk the line, driving her so close to release only to draw back and let it slip away was maddening! She could hear the growls that filled her throat each time he pulled her back from that edge and, later, she'd register the edge of danger in that sound, the threat carried in it even while the nails of her right hand tried to shred his sheets and her left tightened sharply in his hair, trying to tug him closer, to <em>make him</em> let her fall into that abyss that was so tantalizingly close!<br><br>Each time he drew back, only to push her higher, a part of her hated him and loved him at the same time.<br><br>And then it came, the time that he didn't pull back but let her pleasure utterly overwhelm her and she heard a sound, almost a howling, filling the air with no real comprehension that it came from her! The orgasm that ripped through her body felt as if it was going to tear her apart and it was his hands holding that kept her together. In that moment the only thing real and substantial in her world was his touch, the feel of his flesh touching hers. Everything else, even the bed underneath her, was ephemeral. <br><br>Nothing mattered but <em>HIM</em> and the passion flowing between them.<br><br>Still quivering with aftershocks, her body was soft and pliant when he shifted against her. She felt his lifting her legs and let her eyes flutter open, her gaze like dark liquid pools, warm and inviting, eager, but not yet satisfied. It was a look that said he'd done well...but that he wasn't done yet either. Just as she parted her lips to say something, the words were driven from her with the feel of his cockhead pressing against her still sensitive flesh. Her eyes flared wide and instead of words, a low moan escaped her throat and her body shuddered under him. The slick passage he was entering was warm, and wet, and oh so tight around him as he took his time joining their bodies. <br><br>'Nesii had only had one other lover and quickly determined that sex hadn't been worth dealing with the bruised ego when a male couldn't stand it that his lover could beat the hell out of him in the sparring ring. That had been four years ago. Four years, no sex, and her releases only those she gave herself had left her nearly as tightly walled as a virgin.<br><br>Feeling him slowly filling her, feeling her body stretching around him to take him in, she groaned once more and reached up, her fingertips tracing the strong edge of his jawline as a small smirk curved her lips. Sex with Astir might actually be worth a little drama, though she doubted his drama would come in the form of letting his pride be wounded when she beat him sparring. The thought of just what his drama might be (other females in the Pack) put a louder growl in her throat and made her eyes flash; that look was the only warning before her hand turned and what had been a gentle caress became a fresh set of claw marks, this time across his chest as she hissed sharply at him, "MINE!"<br><br>What she wanted was to sink her teeth into him, but the angle was wrong so she settled for raking her nails, using them like claws, to mark his flesh. She had every intention of leaving her mark where any other female of the Pack would see and not dare to approach him without going through 'Nesii first. On the heels of her words she tightened her legs around him. It would have been more effective if they hadn't been on top of his arms but the message was clear enough anyway, she had no intentions of letting him go.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wolfling Winter | Astir's House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shii</strong> on <strong>09-08-2013, 06:35:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/bYHh3ak.jpg)</div><br><strong>Character name</strong>: Astir<br><strong>Who:</strong>&nbsp; Nesii<br><strong>Where:</strong> Astir's house<br><strong>When: </strong> Night<br><hr><br>It was nearly as dangerous to tease her the way he did as it was to step into the sparing ring when she was in a murdering sort of mood. it would have unnerved most men but he knew he was fully in charge of the situation and he let her cum when he thought she had reached a peek of excitement. When she let out such a cry of passion and her body writhed in the intensity of her release he held her firmly and tasted her hot, juices of excitement, sweet on his tongue.<br><br>He loved the way she gave in to him as she lay a bit limply after such an intense high. He intended to continue it for her and let her ride this high onto the next. His equally dark gaze met hers and he could tell that she had enjoyed herself but not yet stated her hunger. His own need would no longer be contained as he eased himself into her with a low moan. Oh she was tight! He was panting, concentrating on trying not to hurt her as he advanced into her as she would take him. He shook with the pleasure that washed him as well as the effort to hold himself back from just ramming himself in. <br><br>The touch of her finger tips on his jaw made him look at her once more, liking the way she touched him, it sent liquid fire through his veins. The pitch of her growl and the way she gave him that look told him he was in for some pain. However instead of reacting to it in a way that would tell her it hurt he groaned in pleasure and had to pause a moment in his advance to get some control of himself back. The scratches burned and stung and he loved the way it heightened his pleasure. She would have known that he could take pain from the sparing ring but perhaps she didn't know that he kinda liked it too!<br><br>A smile passed his lips as he thrust the last few inches into her sharply before leaning down to growl in her ear, "Mine." He was confident he wouldn't hurt her with the thrust but surprise her perhaps as the angle made her spread her legs wider and feel the strength and muscle of his arms as he held her. Kissing her ear he worked down her shoulder as he drew himself out slowly and then thrust back into her, starting with long, firm thrusts. he knew she wanted to bite him, rake his body and he would let her and at the end of it he would have her crying out under him once again. It was sexy to him that she was so possessive of him, just as he was as possessive of her. He would not allow another man to touch her, to hit on her, to even look at her wrong before he would be ripping them apart. There had been an incident a few years back when one of his girls who he would not share with any other slept with another guy and he had nearly killed the other. It took five people to drag him off the man. The woman didn't deserve such a reaction. He of course had been in hot water for losing his temper like that but it was one of the things that set him off. Nothing made him lose his shit faster than another man sleeping with his woman.<br><br>He was a loyal, protective and fierce man. unfortunately Nesii might have a time getting some of the women to leave him alone. he would not pursue any others now that his Nesii was his but that didn't mean others would not make there own advances.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wolfling Winter | Astir's House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>13-08-2013, 04:34:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Brunettes/0174171c-e66f-4ab6-a7ba-929501e1e254_zpsb8c689c1.jpg) (http://s980.photobucket.com/user/caela_ecub/media/Brunettes/0174171c-e66f-4ab6-a7ba-929501e1e254_zpsb8c689c1.jpg.html)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> 'Nesii<br><strong>Who:</strong> Astir<br><strong>Where:</strong> Astir's House<br><strong>When:</strong> Nightfall <br><hr><br>She was learning an entirely new side of Astir the longer she was with him and she was enjoying it! He always held his own in the sparring ring with her, but he never took control of their sparring sessions the way he had taken control of the situation in his bed. Normally she wasn't one to give up control, to submit to another's will (except Ts'itu, but that didn't count!) but it felt natural with him. Here, with her body wrapped around him, it seemed only right to let him take the lead...even if her claw marks were a reminder that she wouldn't <em>always</em> let him retain that control!<br><br>Seeing the smile that curved his lips after she'd clawed his chest, she was about to say something (though she had no idea what) when he, finally!, thrust the last of himself into her, driving any words from her mind and pulling a fresh cry from her throat! She couldn't think of anything that had <em>ever</em> felt so good or right in her entire life and when he leaned forward and growled his claim on her in her ear all she could do was nod while her hips rolled toward him and that slick inner passage actually managed to tighten even more around him. <br><br>Staring up at him, she let her body move with his, her hips rocking to meet the steady rhythm he set even as her legs tightened on his arms, her body trying to demand more. His pace was amazing and frustrating and the feel of him inside of her made her want to howl her need and pleasure to the night sky. That thought made her realize that on another night she wanted to drag him out, deep into the woods, and let him use her where the Spirits and the Great Mother could see their pleasure in each other. <br><br>"More Astir! I need more!" she begged as she writhed underneath him, her arms reaching up, hands gripping his arms (the only part of him she could reach at this angle), nails digging into his flesh, though she didn't drag them this time but clung to him as if he were an anchor. Digging in so deeply that even as in control as he was, he wouldn't be able to pull away without either getting her to let go, or drawing his own blood on her nails. In part she just needed to cling to him, in part it was another way to mark him, another sign that he was hers and if she would lay her nails into her Lover so firmly, that it would be a bad idea to cross her path concerning him.<br><br>Any female in the Pack who saw those marks and still dared approach him in anything more than a simply friendly manner, would find themselves in far worse shape than she was leaving Astir in. She could remember his reaction when one of his past lovers had slept with someone else, and the idea put a smirk on her lips that she didn't care if he saw. Digging her nails in just a bit deeper she couldn't stop herself from growling softly, between whimpers when he would slide all the way into her, as she warned, "Warn off any other females who might have been making regular visits or I'll leave them in worse shape than the last male who crossed you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wolfling Winter | Astir's House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shii</strong> on <strong>22-08-2013, 07:25:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/bYHh3ak.jpg)</div><br><strong>Character name</strong>: Astir<br><strong>Who:</strong>&nbsp; Nesii<br><strong>Where:</strong> Astir's house<br><strong>When: </strong> Night<br><hr><br>Astir had danced with her in the sparing ring. The way they were together in the ring, the way they fought was like a dance to any who watched. It was passionate, intense and had a sexual tension that would make one's breath catch. He had enjoyed every time he was in the ring with her, win or lose or draw it didn't matter what the end result was, it was the communication of the dance they did that mattered.<br><br>She tightened around him and he moaned as she rocked her hips into him, needing it, wanting it. Her breathless begging of more drove him farther into his lust. He thrust into her harder and a little faster groaning at her nails digging into his flesh. What was a little blood between lovers? She had certainly drawn his blood before. Thrusting deep and hard her words came to him in a haze of passionate lust and desire. he growled and bit her neck, the beast had always ruled his passions more so than the man. It had taken him many years of practice to become a good lover and part of it was a deal he made to the wolf inside him. He let the wolf enjoy the highs of his passion if it could be patient and allow him to properly bed down the females. It was the wolf's turn now and his eyes shown gold in the flickering firelight as he bit his lover's neck firmly and thrust into her, unheeding of the abuse she raked across his skin.<br><br>He had his father's black temper. This was a thing he was ashamed of. He had actually felt bad about what he did after he did it to the guy but not bad enough to apologize, just bad enough to do the scut work he was assigned without complaint. He ran his rough hands down her supple body, palming her breasts, tweaking a nipple before sliding down over hips and thighs, one hand sliding under her to grope her ass. His response to her words was a wordless claiming of her body. It left no doubt to her that he would tell them to stay away from him, that he claimed only her. Taking her finally hard and fast he kissed her, nipping her lips kissing her breasts, licking then nipping her nipples. he found that spot inside her that made her body go tight with pleasure and her cries to rip from her throat and he pounded it mercilessly and on the crest of her orgasm he had his, holding her so tightly to him he knew his hands bruised her thighs and hips.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wolfling Winter | Astir's House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>05-09-2013, 06:05:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Brunettes/0174171c-e66f-4ab6-a7ba-929501e1e254_zpsb8c689c1.jpg) (http://s980.photobucket.com/user/caela_ecub/media/Brunettes/0174171c-e66f-4ab6-a7ba-929501e1e254_zpsb8c689c1.jpg.html)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> 'Nesii<br><strong>Who:</strong> Astir<br><strong>Where:</strong> Astir's House<br><strong>When:</strong> Nightfall <br><hr><br>Holding his gaze, 'Nesii could see the beast him, so near the surface, as close as her own. Unlike him, however, she had no bargain with her wolf, only a beast that made her snarl and snap her teeth, the black light in her eyes promising she'd find his flesh the second he dared give her a proper angle for it! She couldn't remember a time when she'd wanted to tear into someone so badly. It was like she just wanted to pull him into herself and hold him there, to make him a part of her on some primal level she couldn't even think to name.<br><br>She felt his claim on her flesh, the silent promise that he made to her body with every bruising stroke of his flesh into her and she all but howled her triumph with the knowledge of it! He was hers, every inch of him and she relished the marks she left down his arms as much as the feel of his teeth leaving their mark on her own flesh. Between whimpers she managed to gasp, "Next...time...you...get....bittentoo!"<br><br>The last word was barely past her lips when it all became too much, before the pressure building inside of her burst and her this time her howl wasn't triumph but pleasure, need, release, desire, and ecstasy all rolled into one while her body shuddered and her legs tightened so sharply they pinned his arms to his sides and the slick tunnel he was boring into clamped down sharply as if her body would never let him go! 
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