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Post by H.ostile on May 20, 2011 0:00:36 GMT -5
RUSSIA
, I DON'T WANT TO BE THE GIRL THAT FILLS THE SILENCE [/size] [/center]
The sky was painted a dark grey, clouded in frustration. No noise was heard, however, except the soft thud of Russia's paws lightly dabbing at the mud filled ground. Her tongue laid out of her mouth- Russia no longer caring to act like the lady she was supposed to be. Clots of dirt lay tangled in her coat, but she still managed to look as beautiful as ever. The perfect scowl was written across her maw, brows brought together in pure frustration, annoyance, and hatred. She wasn't one to put on a fast speed, but when the sky growled in anger she moved her pace a bit quicker, eyes staring straight ahead at the broken down mansion.
So, it wasn't very glamorous, but Russia had learned from a young age to expect the worst. Her head cocked to the side, she gave the old house one last thoughtful glance. Russia moved up the stairs somewhat slowly, cringing at the eery, squeaky sounds of weight being put on the wooden steps. Bringing herself on to her back paws, she gave a mighty push at the door with her front paws- and just like that it was open. The scowl on her face turned to a sneer, even something like that making her face glow. Sure, she didn't have thumbs on each hand, or feet to walk on just twos, but she was able to open that door. How impressive.
Russia never groaned, never gave away any emotions when around others. Sure, you'd see her eyes flicker and linger, holding your gaze steadily- even. But never did she come out with her feelings, or even let them break loose on her face. Instead, she tried to make the mansion seem as best as it could. Her eyes didn't wander anywhere- for fear that she may become disappointed with her new found treasure. She moved her massive body toward a dingy couch, her tail thumping the floor enthusiastically. With a mighty leap she was up on the couch, running small circles to get comfortable. Nothing was here to bother her. Nothing except that god damn Grandfather's Clock in the dining room. She could hear it ticking away, a sound almost threatening.
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Post by `nali. ♫ on May 20, 2011 0:33:48 GMT -5
 Looting... The black faced male was looting. The mansions in these parts always had valuable merchandise within them, things certain dogs would kill for. Whenever he had to make good on a bet, the vineyard was one of the first places he'd check. An old bottle of wine could square him away no problem depending on who he was dealing with. It was just a matter of finding a good vintage.
Besitzen currently prowled through the wine cellar. It was cold and dark, smelling of musk. But his eyes had adjusted well enough to the light and his nose was pointing him in the direction of fine reds. Enough bottles had been broken down here that the room was rich with the smell of wine. With some practice he had learned to distinguish the scents of the various types, a skill that had proved most useful. Thank goodness this place still hadn't been claimed!
Placing his teeth gently around the neck of a rather dusty Cabernet, the Belgian Tervuren carefully tried to maneuver the bottle out of its storage space. The sound of a door forced open somewhere upstairs was not missed by his sharp ears. In truth, it was enough to startle him and he panicked as he almost dropped the bottle. But the young male's grip held firm and the Cab remained in tact. His prize retrieved, he figured it was time to go investigate.
Jaws clenched firmly around the bottle's neck, it jutted out oddly from the side of his mouth. But it's weight was no hindrance as he trotted up stone steps and out of the cellar. He had to blink several times as his eyes tried to adjust to the brighter lighting of the ground floor. It was warmer up here too, and he gave his long pelt a good shake as he settled into the newer surroundings. The breeze from one of the open windows carried with it the scent of rain which meant he wouldn't be leaving here until the stormed passed. Hopefully the door had just blown open or something. Besitzen really didn't need a fight right now; he hoped his current creditor hadn't sent someone to check up on him considering he was late on payment.
But fate seemed to be shining down on the male. As he entered into one of the main rooms what met him was something he dubbed as far from awful. A pretty little female was curled up on one of the couches, looking to be some sort of Spitz variant. Smirking around the glass, Zen put on the suavest face he could muster, tail wagging slowly as he approached her. He had been in the market for a new lucky charm. As he set the bottle down at his paws, he wondered if maybe he'd finally found one. "Hey there beautiful. Vat brings hyu here?"
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Post by H.ostile on May 20, 2011 7:43:45 GMT -5
RUSSIA
, I DON'T WANT TO BE THE GIRL THAT FILLS THE SILENCE [/size] [/center]
Because of the lack of interest only one eye opened to look at the somewhat handsome stranger. He was larger than her, and held a thick coat like hers. Russia didn't bother plastering a smirk on her face, nor did she really care to frown. Her expression was blank, only the cold wind making her shiver. ''As if that's any of your business, nosey.''
[/b] Only then would she hint at a small grin, her mouth opening to show large canine teeth. A loud yawn escaping. She wasn't much of a talker, and after making sure there was nothing left for her to say she leaned towards the end of the couch. Slowly her body would come up, her back bending to she could stretch. And as quick and and swift as a tiger she jumped off the couch, a pretty big distance put between them. The distance would be gone in no time, however, as Russia moved back to him- circling him. She held a seductive grin on her face, moving her body just close enough to touch his. He smelled of alcohol, and a sharper scent.. probably mint, there was a lot of that on the island. Poor Russia probably smelled of a female in heat. Her tail would swing faster, her scent seeming to fill the room. With a soft laugh, she moved her hips towards his face, her tail curling around his snout before Russia would take long strides away from him, ready to move onto the next room. She wasn't bipolar, or a whore- for that matter. Russia, if anything bad, was mentally broken. Her children had been killed before her eyes, her mate still sided with the lady that killed them in the first place. So Russia didn't have the real admired life, but she was managing. This male had food, he had shelter. She needed both things. And when she came across a canine who could help her in some way, she used anything she had to her advantage. But she'd have to be more careful with this male, watch her back. He didn't seem too trustworthy, and it was breeding season. The house was like a fun house, filled with mirrors and neverending halls it seemed. She decided against the stairs, only assuming how old they must be. But there were enough rooms on the first floor to keep her away and hidden from the male. She wasn't exactly flirting with him, having a fun game of hide-and-seek. But if he wanted her attention, looking for her would be a good way to show it. [/color][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote] , THE QUIET SCARES ME 'CAUSE IT SCREAMS THE TRUTH [/size] [/center] |
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Post by `nali. ♫ on May 20, 2011 10:58:34 GMT -5
His took a moment to lick his lips, brow arching slightly as his eyes fixed on her lithe form. He watched every single move she made, from the part of her jaws in yawning to the way her back arched mid-stretch. And then she was off the couch and prowling towards him. The male was completely entranced.
He found it rare that the female ever dared to make the first move. Or, maybe it was because of his choice in type. Usually he would catch one off guard and charm her until she couldn't escape. Once under his spell, she would be his until she disobeyed him. More often than not such instances ended with the female dead at his paws... But this one was different! She was being forward! And as she brushed up against him, it was undeniable that she was in heat.
A deep growl rumbled in his throat, a pleasant sort of moaning sound that signaled his own sudden arousal. She smelled absolutely exquisite! When her tail found his nose, he took a step forwards, tongue flicking out in an attempt to taste her. For the moment his debts were forgotten. Here was a trinket practically throwing herself at him. If this wasn't a sign of good luck, he didn't know what was! She wanted him; that thought alone was enough to make him want her.
But then she pulled away. The growl Besitzen gave this time was much different from the first. It was more petulant and angry, like a child who'd just gotten his hand slapped for reaching into the cookie jar. How dare she put herself within reach only to tear it all away! He could feel his own body heat pooling for her. If she thought she was going to get away with denying him, she had another thing coming. It was her own damn fault that he now wanted her.
The Belgian inhaled deeply, letting the scent of her heat wrap around his mind for a moment longer. Then he was moving himself, his pace a brisk but smooth with the natural grace of his breed. The pretty little stranger had made sure that he would know her scent, and with his intelligent mind she was easy enough to follow. A scent that enticing was simply too hard to ignore.
From time to time he would pause, poking his head into one of the various rooms down the corridor she'd chosen. At the moment he was taking his time, deciding to enjoy the chase. He knew the mansion well enough, having been here numerous times in the past. And from what he could tell they were the only two on the ground floor. If she really did want him, she would give in soon enough. If she didn't, he would take her anyway. The weather was worsening outside, thunder rumbling off in the distance. By the time he caught her, she would have no where to go. His deep, German accented voice called out to her as he peeked inside another room, lust plain as day as he spoke. "C'mon out trinkent. I don't bite too hard."
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Post by H.ostile on May 20, 2011 11:24:21 GMT -5
RUSSIA
, I DON'T WANT TO BE THE GIRL THAT FILLS THE SILENCE [/size] [/center]
The darkness blinded her, and she couldn't see where she was going. Only a few times did lightning lash out and she hurried to any room she could see, but other than that she had to use her sense of smell, touch, and hearing to get around. She could hear his deep voice, full of amusement and something else. Russia couldn't put a finger on what that something else was, but it was dangerous. Sort of threatening, in a sickly sweet sort of way. Russia liked his voice, deep and pleasurable. She could get use to hearing it.
He hadn't found her yet, which was mildly disappointing, but he'd find her soon enough.
Her nails were loud on the wooden floor as she raced to another room. It wasn't that she didn't want to be found by him, but there was something about him that she didn't want to know about. But she could see herself with him later tonight, in the same mansion. Russia would probably regret everything in the morning, but right now doing anything with him sounded as nice as a hot shower. ''Is it the German accent that makes him so sexy? Or that muscular body.'' Russia spoke to herself softly, a small moan ending her sentence.
Thoughts clouded her head, she wasn't paying attention. Her eyes were no longer looking straight forward, but clouded in thought. She ran straight into him. Her eyes widened for a little less than a second, and she took on a fake, bored expression. Russia pretended as though she meant to find him, but in all reality she had been trying to avoid him. She meant to move past him, but he was blocking the hallway, and with both of them being larger breeds she couldn't fit passed him without him letting her.
So, instead, she sat back and licked at her sore paw. Her tail curled around her body and thumped to a steady beat. Only once did she look him straight in the eyes, her own filled with lust and selfish-ness. She wanted him, all of him to herself. For tonight, definately. Russia made sure he was paying attention to her, and then gave her lips a slow lick. Her eyes narrowed slightly, daring him to make a move.
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Post by `nali. ♫ on May 20, 2011 17:36:24 GMT -5
He pushed aside another ajar door, the light tap from his nose enough to send it swinging on its hinges. This one lead into a full bathroom. The wind whistled and howled as it streamed in through the shattered window, bringing with it the freshly falling rain. Glass littered the floor, and the curtain rod for the bathtub rested on an angle, the porcelain cracked from when it had fallen. Overall, it was another empty room. Zen backed out, careful to avoid cutting himself, and continued down the hall.
But this time he did not have to go far. The sounds of nails clicking against the floor was growing closer. Apparently the bitch had gotten herself turned around and was heading straight for him. "Oof." Strike that. She ran right into him. A dark smirk curled its way up his maw, tail wagging in delight.
"Hallo, trinket," he drawled, refusing to let her pass. It was easy enough to use his body like a barricade when she herself was a decently sized female. Unlike a toy, she couldn't just crawl her way beneath him to escape. So instead she sat down and his own smirk grew, dark eyes transfixed on her every move. When finally her eyes met his Besitzen could not restrain his hungry growl. He could feel himself crowning for her simply due to the desire in her eyes. Oh how he loved a female that wanted him.
He swallowed hard as she enticingly licked her lips. And then he closed the distance between them, using his size to trap her between his forelegs. His shoulder pressed against her chest, thick neck leaning down to nuzzle into her. He hadn't been lying about the biting. Gently his teeth nipped at her flesh, toying with her in a way that, should she struggle, would cause him to draw blood. Zen wasn't exactly a gentle lover, and he always made sure his females understood that he was the one in charge. Now that he had her pressed so close, he had no plans of letting her get away.
"Darlink, hyu smell divine," his rich voice moaned against her. His dark masked face was buried into her fur, breathing in that exhilarating scent. Ever so slowly his mouth was working it's way down her back, teasingly nipping her periodically. When he reached her hip Zen bit just a little harder, unafraid to show her exactly what he wanted. His nose was by her tail now and he nipped her rear again. Stand up. She needed to stand up. "I vant hyu."
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Post by H.ostile on May 20, 2011 18:00:22 GMT -5
RUSSIA
, I DON'T WANT TO BE THE GIRL THAT FILLS THE SILENCE [/size] [/center]
As pressure was pushed on to her she fought the urge to automatically stand up, that would only be giving him what he wanted. She tried biting at him, her lips coming back in a snarl. ''You smell like a drunk, now get off of me.'' She wiggled in his hold, ignoring the thought of the pain that he would soon inflict on her for trying to move. Russia wouldn't whimper, she didn't want to seem vulnerable- but it was hard not to in this sort of position. She could lay here now, refusing to follow his directions.
Russia couldn't wiggle from his grasp, but she did try yelling loudly, snarling. She bucked wildly up at him, her tail instinctively covering any parts he would try to take advantage of. Her body moved like a worms, left to right- up and down. And then she seemed to loosen his grip a bit. With another shake of her frame she quickly moved from his hold, her body seeming to fly a very far away distance from him.
Russia pulled her lips back in a snarl, teeth bared. ''Go to Hell.'' She turned her back to him, showing him what he would be missing out on tonight. After a second's notice, she ran to the stairs, going up as many as she could at once. Clumsily she moved up the stairs, tripping once and crashing back down to the ground. He'd be to her before she could start up the stairs again, but she had to get up. Limping, Russia tried traveling up the stairs- only able to take one at a time. ''He's going to catch me before I even make it half way'' She gritted her teeth, making a sickening noise. She wouldn't play helpless. If he thought she'd be submissive, he had another thing coming.
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Post by `nali. ♫ on May 20, 2011 18:53:30 GMT -5
A drunkard? Really? Well, he had been down in the cellar. Given how much alcohol had been spilled down there it was only natural the scents seep into his doubly thick coat. But the male was perfectly sober. He had been in the middle of a recon mission, not a party. If there was one thing in his life that Besitzen never did, it was drink alone.
Now how to handle the struggling ball of fur beneath his chin? Her actions were confusing him. She wanted him. He knew she wanted him (or at least he had convinced himself that she did). So why was she putting up a fight? His ears tucked themselves against his skull to block out the pitch of her voice. And then she bucked, her rump connecting with his lower jaw and causing him to bite his tongue. The Belgian snarled from the sudden pain, jerking his head up as he tried to assess the damage. The metallic taste of blood lurked between his molars, enough of a distraction to get him to loosen his grip.
The next thing he knew his trinket was running away from him. Confusion was written clear across his face. He didn't understand; what had he done wrong? Why didn't she want him? Why did she want to get away? Why did she think she could deny him? With that last question his expression morphed into cold fury. No bitch was allowed to deny him! The Eurasian was going to pay.
Zen went after her like a tiger chasing a gazelle. The beauty of being a herding breed was that very few dogs could match his speed and even less held his high endurance. He was a bullet as he dashed through the hallways, shaggy fur kicking up dust as he cut corners tightly and brushed against an end table, toppling it over. He barely noticed, ignoring the clatter as he gave into his one tract mind. In a matter of minutes he was skidding to a halt in front of the stairs.
"Vere do hyu think hyu are goink?" The growl that rumbled in his throat was threatening, an intimidating sound when coupled with the desire dancing in his eyes. Besitzen was watching her like a hawk again, biding his time for a moment. She was having a rather difficult time making it up the staircase. That would only make his job easier. But he needed to make sure she received a proper punishment for running off on him. For that to happen, he waited until she was almost to the top of the stairs.
Then he was bounding up them himself, long limbs making the ascent seem like child's play. In moments he was behind her, a dark chuckle echoing in the space between them. The dog's movements were swift and accurate as he wasted no more time. Without warning he sank as many teeth as he could into the scruff of her neck. Zen practically moaned at the taste of her blood, this new course of violence only serving to increase his arousal. He did so love a good fight.
A strong jerk of his head had him pulling the female off of the stairs, easily overpowering her lighter, injured form. He released her then, watching in sadistic pleasure as she tumbled down the stairs and crashed painfully to the floor. He was back down the stairs as quickly as he'd climbed him, caging her between his legs as he hovered over smaller form. His tone was low and menacing as his eyes bore into her's. "Stupid girl. Hyu shouldn't have tried to run."
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Post by H.ostile on May 20, 2011 19:19:22 GMT -5
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Post by `nali. ♫ on May 20, 2011 20:14:43 GMT -5
Mmm. That was more like it. She was starting to behave now, turning submissive as she licked at his chin. His neck bent low, their faces closer together as he tried to grant her better access. The fog of his mind clouded over his ability to interpret her expressions. All he knew were the sensations of his body, tender flesh peeking from his groin at the voicing of her desire.
Until events took an unexpected turn for the worse. An experienced fighter, such a move would not normally take him down. Especially not with the ease in which she'd acted. But this wasn't the fight ring, and this wasn't just any sort of battle. Besitzen had ceased to think straight the moment the female had made her desires clear. Lust was the ruler of his brain, and with his carnal need so close to being fulfilled it had greatly dulled his ability to judge his opponent.
A snarl tore through the air as sharp fangs found their way into one of his forelegs. He had not been expecting her to fight back, not after she was being so tender. Lifting the leg to try and free himself was another mistake. Somehow it had given her the ability to completely turn the tables. The next thing he knew he was being used as a throne.
This was not a position Besitzen was used to, especially when it came to females. He was an overly controlling bastard; this sort of weakness was nigh incomprehensible. And while her weight wasn't much of a problem (it was slightly harder to breath but she wasn't cracking any ribs), where she was sitting was. Her body was just out of reach of his manhood, tail brushing over the heated flesh on occasion. Every time it did his body would twitch, rear legs struggling to find some sort of traction in his horribly awkward position. He wanted, no, needed her to move back a little more. Conventional? Not really. Feasible? Probably not. But his flesh was aching for her's to the point that he wanted to feel her down there in any way that he could.
And she was licking him again. Damn distracting bitch. If his hormones weren't in control he would have pinned her again by now. Instead he was trying to hold in a moan as her hot breath fanned his face. His eyes had closed in needy bliss, the muscles of his body contracting and releasing in an attempt to release his own tension. Her tail brushed against his groin again and this time he could not take it. A low whine seeped out, betraying just how much he wanted her.
And then her weight lifted from his stomach and he was left feeling rather cold. Brown eyes snapped to attention, hungrily watching her retreat into the corner. For a long time he did not move, giving the appearance that he was actually obeying. But the Belgian T obeyed no one but himself. He was actually calculating his next move, judging just how much of an advantage she was unconsciously giving him. This time she would have no where to run.
Besitzen rolled over then, ignoring the pain in his arm as he pushed himself up to stand. He winced slightly as he tested how much of his weight it could bare. At the moment it would be easy enough to walk off, though by the time morning came he would have a more pronounced limp. As finally he stalked towards her, already his gait was a bit more awkward. But it did nothing to detract from the sneer of his face as he turned her own words against her. "I'll get hyu off alright." And with that he charged, planning to ram his full weight against her in order to slam her into the wall.
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Post by H.ostile on May 20, 2011 20:38:38 GMT -5
RUSSIA
, I DON'T WANT TO BE THE GIRL THAT FILLS THE SILENCE [/size] [/center]
She knew what to do even before he started charging. With a deep intake of breath, she turned her head to the wall, rump in his face. Russia hoped this would stop him from charging, him being so distracted by wanting to take advantage of her that he would forget all about charging her.
She swung her tail, meaning to hit him in the face playfully. Her head dropped, never had she ever been submissive and let a male take advantage of her. It was a humiliating experience on her part. She moved away slightly, not really running from him- but moving from that position. She smirked, remembering how excited he got when she was on top of him. The way he moaned and whimpered for just a small touch of his manhood to her own body part. She looked into his eyes once, hers holding a fake, soft expression. Lowering her head to his bottom half, she sniffed at his groin, letting her tongue touch it only once before she quickly pulled her head back up, snorting loudly.
If she kept this up, she'd practically be begging for him in no time. And it was one thing for her to whimper in pain, and be submissive, but she would never. ever. beg. She wasn't raised that way, she didn't raise her pups that way. And she'd be damned if she ever changed that. Nipping at him playfully, trying to make him forget about hurting her, she rolled onto her belly, her reproductive organ clearly exposed. She didn't bother bringing her tail up to guard it, he wanted it like this anyways. Her eyes danced, and her tongue hung to the side of her mouth. She groaned, ready to play fight him. She pawed at his bodice, wiggling her own form rougly.
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Post by `nali. ♫ on May 20, 2011 21:29:02 GMT -5
The thing about Besitzen was that he wasn't like most males. He always followed through with his decisions no matter how bad they were and he always made good on his promises. Right now he'd just promised this female that he was going to take her. But he was also determined to rough her up a bit more before finally doing just that. So when he was met with a face full of her ass, he hesitated.
His paws slid across the floor, claws scratching the wooden boards as he skidded to a halt mere inches from her. The male was completely transfixed, not to mention a little confused. For the life of him this was one female he would not be able to figure out. Every time he tried to give her what she wanted, she would deny him. And every time he tried to punish her for being disobedient, she tried to seduce him.
The swat of her tail against his black painted face was enough to snap him out of it. Growling again, he snapped at the offending appendage to give it a good yank. And then she shifted again and he was watching her. He had no idea what was running through her mind and that made it difficult to smack her around. What the hell was that look in her eyes? And where was she, what was she, oh god did she just? Besitzen's eyes nearly bulged out of his head when her tongue touched his family jewels. Hips jerking away from her, for a while he just stared at her in awe. And then he realized that he wanted her to do it again.
His steps became more cautious, more reserved, as her own took on a playful note. He growled when she nipped at him, returning the favor with a sharper nip of own. Gentle just wasn't in this male's vocabulary. Which is why he wasted no time the moment she exposed to him her beautiful holy grail. Roughly he forced her to roll on her back, securing her wriggling hips between his forelegs. It was more difficult to hold her given his injury, but what he had in mind was a little different from before as for the second time he stood over her. His own arousal hung just above her face, dancing with the swaying movement of his tail. And without giving her any time to react, he plunged his nose into her sacred area, licking and nibbling at every succulent piece of her he could reach.
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Post by H.ostile on May 20, 2011 23:06:00 GMT -5
RUSSIA
, I DON'T WANT TO BE THE GIRL THAT FILLS THE SILENCE [/size] [/center]
Russia would cry out softly, her legs twitching in pleasure. It'd been a long time since she actually felt like a female again, but the old sensations came back as if they'd never left. She couldn't help but pull away from him, knowing full well this wasn't right.
''You obviously aren't holding back'' She gave a small smirk, trying so hard not to run back to him.
''When are you just going to get tired of this teasing?'' Russia giggled, giving him a wink. Sooner or later he was really going to show her how mean he could get, and sooner less than later she was going to regret opening her big mouth.
Shrugging slightly, as if saying his reply didn't matter, she trotted back to the couch- making sure to shake her hips more than usual, tail held up and curled. Her paws reached to the back of the couch, leaning forward to look at him from the back. Her head was cocked to the side as she watched him to see if he'd follow.
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Post by `nali. ♫ on May 20, 2011 23:43:46 GMT -5
Artfully he teased her with his tongue, enjoying this new form of torment he was able to bestow upon her. Her cries were not unlike the ones he'd emitted during her brief period of sitting on him. Knowing that he could get her to make those same sounds was empowering.
But he could not keep up his ministrations without needing a pause for breath. Unfortunately, she decided to try and run from him again the moment his nose lifted from her rump. But this time she did not go far, pausing at the couch to look back at him. Besitzen quirked a brow, making a show of licking his lips to remove any lingering trace of her that still clung to his muzzle. She had tasted exquisite, a real delicacy, and now he knew exactly how badly she wanted him. The fact that his most vital part was exposed for all the world to see simply showed that he returned the sentiment. But he would not be the first to cave. He would take her on his terms and his terms alone. He would play her games until she begged, and only then would he give her exactly what they both wanted.
"My dear, I am a Belgian Tervuren. Ve are a breed renowned for our stamina." His smile was cocky as he stared at her over the back of the couch, mischievous glint in his eyes. "Now schtop runnink avay. Vhy deny hyuself the inevitable?" He would keep this up all night if he had to, considering the storm outside was only getting worse and for the time being he had no place out to go. But really, he did not want to if he could help it. His groin was starting to ache with denied gratification, and the leg she'd bitten was stiffening up. If he didn't get in her soon then he might be prone to snap. Besitzen really didn't want to have to kill her before having his way with her, but if she kept frustrating him like this there was no telling what he was capable of.
As if to prove his point he was charging towards her again. She may have thought she was safe up on her little pedestal, but the bitch would be sorely mistaken. This time he did not halt. The full brunt of his weight slammed into the back of the couch, sending it skidding several feet as he attempted to knock it over. If she was not off it after a second ram, he would drag her back down the same way he'd thrown her down those stairs.
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Post by H.ostile on May 21, 2011 0:04:39 GMT -5
RUSSIA
, I DON'T WANT TO BE THE GIRL THAT FILLS THE SILENCE [/size] [/center]
Even with the force being applied to the couch she managed to leap off with some grace, her tail flicking down from where it sat, coiled on top of her back. Her eyes were a golden color, seeming to brighten her entire face. Russia kept her eyes off of him, bending her head forward to lick at her vulva, removing his scent. She brought her head up, twitched, and then sneezed. Her head still ached from the fall, and when she sneezed a dull, throbbing pain began.
It was dark outside, clearly late at night. They couldn't keep it up forever, well, the crazy lunatic probably could.. but Russia needed sleep. But she wouldn't sleep until he did, of course, it was just too risky. So, rings would have to circle around her beautiful eyes- skin sagging in patches. Russia would stay up all night if need be.
Moving over to him with a smile on her face she threw herself at him playfully, hoping to knock him on his feet. A high pitched whine came from her as she nawed at his paw lightly, drool laying on the floor in a puddle. She made sure to hide any desire she had for him right now, no longer wanting to lead him on. He was definately a loose cannon, just ready to blow. Bored of trying to get him to play she stood up, shaking the dust from her amber-colored coat. She pointed her head towards the stairs, looking at him through the corners of her eyes. Slowly she picked one paw up after the other, carefully making her way up the stairs- being careful as to not fall.
Russia made her way through the winding hallways, coming to a pleasant looking bedroom. It held a king sized bed, filled with sheets and blankets. A nice smile played on her face as she looked at the bed dreamily. Perfect Moving towards it, she extended her limbs with great force, leaping atop the bed. Her rump was rising in the air as she stretched, doing circles on the bed to get comfy. ''Just the right size, him and I will surely both fit.'' Russia spoke the words without actually thinking, and her eyes widened. Sure, he wasn't there to see her- but her cheeks reddened. She hadn't actually just said she planned on sleeping with him, right?
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