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Post by `nali. ♫ on May 21, 2011 0:41:35 GMT -5
 Good. She got down. Which meant he wouldn't have to bruise his shoulder with another shove. The male trotted around the couch to see the state his prize was in, tail wagging with pride at his handy work. He had only just met her and already she was putting up more fight than a lot of the girls he'd been with for at least a month. That small fact was enough to make him desperate for her.
And then she came into view and the sight of her caused him to groan. She was licking herself. It was a sight that caused him to lick his lips, fondly remembering the taste of her body in heat. That made him want to drink from her again, and he advanced forward without caution.
But she had finished before he could close the gap and was up and moving as well. As he approached, he thought maybe she had finally come around and was ready to seal the deal. Instead she hurled herself towards him, and, unable to dodge, he took the brunt of her blow on his injured arm. A snarl was drowned out by the howling wind as his forelegs buckled, body forced down into a bow. That darn wound was getting worse the longer they toyed with each other.
So his eyes closed as he clenched his teeth, waiting out the pain. He would not get up until it had subsided back into the dull throb it had become. And he ignored the playful nips at his paws as the female tried to get his attention. He would deal with her after he was sure he could still move his leg.
Slowly but surely Zen finally rose back to all fours. He took a light stretch and then opened his eyes, looking for his little trinket. It seemed she had grown bored with her latest game and was wandering towards the staircase. If she thought she was going to try that again, she had another thing coming. He had already thrown her down them once; why would he hesitate to repeat that incident?
This time was different though. He just barely caught her peeking back at him and took it as a sign of invitation. Weight supported mostly on three legs, he lazily trailed after her. The stairs were a bit harder to climb now, but he made it up them with relative ease. And as he rounded the corner it was just in time to see his trinket disappear into one of the bedrooms. Listening to her move about, he waited at the door just out of her sight. It seemed she was talking to herself, and the words she spoke made his groin twitch. If he hadn't been sure before (which he was), Besitzen now knew beyond a reasonable doubt that this female had a craving for him.
"Yes, I'm sure ve'll fit just fine." It was then that he chose to appear in the doorway, lust the only emotion he was emitting for now. He had had enough of this. She wanted him up there with her, so who was he to deny a fine lady? He did not wait for an invitation as he leaped onto the foot of the bed, careful to keep his weight off his injured leg. The mattress was surprisingly plush and very well furnished. He would sleep well tonight. But first...
Hunger consumed him as he prowled towards her, burying his nose into her fun upon reaching the spot she'd claimed. He was banking on her being too stunned from her own embarrassment to try and fend him off. So he continued to nuzzle against her, nibbling her flesh every so often until his snout found its way to her ear. He nipped the tender appendage once, voice husky as he whispered his intentions, body shivering with anticipation. "I vant hyu. I vill have hyu. Now."
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Post by H.ostile on May 21, 2011 14:51:22 GMT -5
RUSSIA
, I DON'T WANT TO BE THE GIRL THAT FILLS THE SILENCE [/size] [/center]
Russia's light caramel fur mixed against his darker fur as she pushed her bodice closer to his for warmth. Well, for warmth wasn't the only reason here. She had a serious expression on her face, nuzzling her head into his chest fur, bringing her forelegs up to talk them under her own chest. Russia brought her head up momentarily, licking at his cheek, and running her tongue around his ear. She didn't bite or nibble at him; the strokes of her tongue long and gentle.
His words weren't unexpected, but they still sent a chill down her spine. Her heart beat would pick up an irregular beat, her breathing becoming unsteady. Russia was no longer embarrassed, but ready to take all of him. Her eyes wouldn't meet his, but she pushed her head further into his chest- signaling for him to stand up. When he stood, Russia rubbed her body in front of him like a cat would, purring loudly. ''You're so strong. Look at all that muscle.'' She growled, nipping at the well built forelegs he owned. Russia smiled a flirtatious smile, wrapping her tail around him, doing a full circle around him. When behind him she sniffed under his legs, blowing out a mouthful of hot air. Russia would giggle, straightening her body to continue going around him.
''You're very handsome, too.''She gave a small whine, returning in his line of vision. She licked at his muzzle, her nostrils flaring from smelling her own scent on his snout. Her licks became sloppy and rough, her body pushing into his. She wouldn't run from him this time, she wouldn't hide. This is what she wanted, she wanted him. Pushing her mouth to his ear, and making sure she was close enough for him to hear it, she let out a small moan- ending it in a whimper. ''Beg me.''
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Post by `nali. ♫ on May 21, 2011 15:21:16 GMT -5
She was being receptive. No, she was more than receptive as she returned his embrace. To think, their foolish games were finally coming to an end. Anticipation made him shiver again. Her tongue on his face was inviting, and he returned the affection with rough lust. He refused to be gentle with her, instead showing her just how badly he wanted her right now.
When she pressed her nose into his chest, asking him to stand, he eagerly obliged. His weight sunk oddly on the mattress, but he didn't care how off balance the springs could make him. The female was all over him now, for once not breaking their contact. He groaned as she pressed between his chest and chin, his nose seeking out her hind quarters to give them a hungry link. And then she dragged herself down the length of his body, for the second time peering beneath him.
While another caress from her tongue would have been nice, what she did next made him whimper. The feel of her breath against his heated flesh caused his rear to twitch and wiggle. He tried to stretch his back legs out, desperate to remove at least a little of the built up tension. Going so long without release was probably not a good idea. But she had waited just as long and already was moaning for him.
He lifted a foreleg to drape it over her body, securing her beneath his chest. She would be able to feel the vibrations of his lusty growl with ease. If one of them was going to beg, it would surely not be him. That was the one request he would not grant. Instead, he took it upon himself to move their sexcapade along. "Darlink, I do not beg."
The whisper had ended with a soft snarl. And then his fangs found the back of her neck, sinking in to give him a firm hold. Tugging sharply, he forced her body completely against his, forelegs rather roughly gripping her around the middle as most of his weight became supported by his hinds. He would not let her go without a fight as his crowned jewels dangled just outside her entrance. Slowly he rocked his hips against her's, teasing her body with every brush and touch without yet actually entering. He wanted her, yes, but now that he had her right where he wanted her it was time for one last game. "I think it is hyu vho should schtart beggink."
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Post by H.ostile on May 21, 2011 15:44:55 GMT -5
RUSSIA
, I DON'T WANT TO BE THE GIRL THAT FILLS THE SILENCE [/size] [/center]
She let him put his weight on her back, her tail wagging enthusiastically. When he called her darling she could feel herself practically melt. Russia had never wanted a man more than she wanted this stranger now. Then again, she'd never really thought about many sexual things.
She stuck to old traditions; when you mated with a man, you were partners for life. She had had her first litter of puppies, and probably her last. Russia had the ideal family life.. and then it had all been stolen away from her. In the blink of an eye reality rushed back to her, and she smiled at his words. ''Always time to try new things.''She tried pulling the skin on her neck from his mouth, so she could turn around and give him one of her breath-taking smiles. But he was holding her roughly, and she decided not to struggle.
When he teased her, she could feel herself go slick- mentally begging for him. He was holding on to her tight, and she liked that. Sure, she loved being in control, but she loved it more when a male took control- putting her in her place. Her ears lowered, Russia was afraid but ready.
Scoffing at his next words, she pushed backwards- feeling him almost go in. A small whimper escaped from Russia's mouth, and her tail flicked downwards to build a wall between the two. Of course, he could easily break the barrier and she wanted it that way. She wiggled her hips eagerly, waiting in anticipation for him. ''Just say, 'pretty, pretty please with a cherry on top?' and I will be happy.''
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Post by `nali. ♫ on May 21, 2011 16:10:09 GMT -5
Besitzen chuckled darkly as she tried to push backwards. She nearly succeeded in engulfing him, and for a moment he let her try. He hovered against her for a little longer, letting her feel exactly what she would be getting. And then he pulled his hips from her completely, steadying himself as he held his manhood just outside her reach. It was his turn to be the tease.
It was cute how she thought she still held some power, her tail trying to serve as a guard. He released his grip on her neck completely, stretching his neck forward to roughly lick at the base of her ear. He took the appendage into his mouth, teasing it with a mixture of soft nips and ticklish licks. Even with her tail down she was still trying to connect her hips with his. His mouth released her ear to laugh into it, his hot breath blowing against the shorter furs.
"I don't think so," he growled somewhat harshly. And then he nudged her tail aside with his hip and entered her in one smooth motion, forcing his entire length inside. Burying himself in her, he held his body still again; now they were joined. But he was refusing to move as he forcefully held her body against his. He wouldn't let her try and pull forward and he had no plans of pulling out. Not until she begged. "Now, vat do hyu say, darlink?"
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Post by H.ostile on May 21, 2011 16:25:44 GMT -5
RUSSIA
, I DON'T WANT TO BE THE GIRL THAT FILLS THE SILENCE [/size] [/center]
Russia gave him a cold look as he teased her, growling lowly. If he was just going to tease her the rest of the night she might as well just go outside and get struck by lightning. And then her eyes would grow wide as he pushed far, farther, as far as he could into her.
Her whine of pleasure would turn into a cry, her forelegs collapsing onto the bed. Her breathing became rapid, her mouth dry. He held her deathly close, close enough so she couldn't pull away from him. But he wasn't holding onto her neck, and so it was easy for her to turn her neck to look at him. The look in her eyes was filled filled with amusement and pleasure, she'd gotten what she wanted- regardless of if he begged or not. ''You think this is going to make me want to beg? I rather like this position, actually.'' Her voice broke off mid-sentence as she moaned in between. He didn't want to do any work, so she'd move her own body back against his. A frown was on her face, so this wasn't exactly how she'd imagine it all going down. But you know, it worked.
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Post by `nali. ♫ on May 21, 2011 16:39:54 GMT -5
Damn, stubborn bitch. His willpower was waning fast as he resisted the urge to move. The sounds she made were driving him up a wall, egging him on. He wanted to make her wine again. And the fact that it had been so easy to make her knees buckle? So what if she didn't beg him verbally? Her body was begging enough for the both of them, especially given how hard she was trying to start up a rhythm.
"Fine," he finally conceded, groaning as he slowly pulled himself out of her. It wasn't an agreement to beg; he was only agreeing to the physical. Because the foreplay was making him needy and his own desire was becoming to great to ignore. He gripped her neck again, forcing her back up onto her paws. Then he bit her, hard, as he forced himself back inside. This process continued for several strokes, pace agonizing as his body adjusted to the feeling of her's. She felt so damn good the longer they danced, and as a steady rhythm built between them he did not hold back his pleasured moans.
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Post by H.ostile on May 21, 2011 16:58:35 GMT -5
RUSSIA
, I DON'T WANT TO BE THE GIRL THAT FILLS THE SILENCE [/size] [/center]
Russia liked the feel of his cool tongue on her face, but she moved her head so her tongue would connect with his. She lapped at his tongue, but it wasn't a sexual gesture. Merely just a way to keep her thoughts from lingering back to her dead children, and her traitor of a husband. That was the past. He was the present, possibly the future. And ruining any chances with him would mean being alone on her part.
She moved closer to him, sitting practically underneath his form. He was warm compared to the cold wind that blew into the room. She pushed her head into his chest, closing her eyes and about ready to fall asleep. Russia wasn't going to tell him about her past, she didn't even know his name. But he made her feel better, even if all he wanted to do was make her better so they could have sex. He reassured her, and she liked that.
She leaned against him, his own frame was holding hers up and if he moved away from her then she'd fall. Almost asleep she gave a small whine, her body twitching. her paw gripped for his body, as if she thought he left. But when her paw connected with his body she let out a relaxed breath, snuggling against him.
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Post by `nali. ♫ on May 21, 2011 17:37:06 GMT -5
Besitzen had a one tract mind now, focused solely on the task at hand. He let go of her neck at some point, eyes closing in bliss as he picked up the pace. He was far from concerned about the state of his partner, oblivious to any pain he was causing her. All that mattered was that he was in her, and the longer he was the more euphoric he felt.
She was close, he could feel it. His own release was not far off as well, and it would not be long before they were tied together in bliss. But the more he worked her over, the looser his own grip became. The male was caught off guard when she slipped from his grip completely, leaving him hanging and unsatisfied. He bounced a bit as his forepaws connected with the mattress, groin twitching with the agony of pleasure denied.
"I'm not finished vith hyu," he snapped, following her movements with his eyes. His teeth were clenched, lips curled with a snarl. But as she laid herself down he realized that she wasn't running away. Something was... wrong. Confusion ate away his frustration, and while he wanted badly to finish what she'd started, he hesitated. She was crying.
Cautiously he approached her, dropping her head to nuzzle against her curled up form. He used his tongue to dry her tears, lapping sweetly at her muzzle. "Vat's vrong, trinket?" His voice was soft, almost caring as he nuzzled her again, trying to sooth her. He didn't like seeing his precious new toy like this. It had been her fiery, seductive spirit that had first attracted him to her (and the fact that she smelled so strongly of a bitch in heat, but that was beside the point). So to watch her crumble and break apart of course had him concerned. Had he done something wrong?
He may have been a possessive bastard that used violence as a form of punishment, but he was not without his softer side. When his women were behaving, he could be downright charming. And right now his current girl was crying. So he was being tender and nice, trying to cheer her up. In truth he wanted to get her back in the mood to fuck, but that little technicality was only made known by the fact that his manhood had not yet receded. Anxious for his partner, he continued to gently nudge at her, a soft whimper escaping as he licked at her face.
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Post by H.ostile on May 21, 2011 17:58:28 GMT -5
RUSSIA
, I DON'T WANT TO BE THE GIRL THAT FILLS THE SILENCE [/size] [/center]
Russia liked the feel of his cool tongue on her face, but she moved her head so her tongue would connect with his. She lapped at his tongue, but it wasn't a sexual gesture. Merely just a way to keep her thoughts from lingering back to her dead children, and her traitor of a husband. That was the past. He was the present, possibly the future. And ruining any chances with him would mean being alone on her part.
She moved closer to him, sitting practically underneath his form. He was warm compared to the cold wind that blew into the room. She pushed her head into his chest, closing her eyes and about ready to fall asleep. Russia wasn't going to tell him about her past, she didn't even know his name. But he made her feel better, even if all he wanted to do was make her better so they could have sex. He reassured her, and she liked that.
She leaned against him, his own frame was holding hers up and if he moved away from her then she'd fall. Almost asleep she gave a small whine, her body twitching. her paw gripped for his body, as if she thought he left. But when her paw connected with his body she let out a relaxed breath, snuggling against him.
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Post by `nali. ♫ on May 21, 2011 18:20:54 GMT -5
It was odd to feel her tongue on his as the rough muscles brushed against each other. He had never kissed in this manner before and he wasn't sure quite what he thought of it. But it seemed to be calming her down, and that was enough to get him to return the tender gesture.
Her tears had slowed; he watched as she slowly moved to get up. Then she was sitting beneath his standing form, tucked safely into the long fur that hung around his chest. Besitzen dropped his head then, caging her beneath him in a protective embrace. The living cage seemed to be what she needed right now. He could feel her body relaxing as she used him for support. But dozing off was not currently in her best interest. When she wildly groped for him with a paw, he reassuringly licked her side.
Then he pulled his head away nudging her gently in an attempt to get her to stand. "Come on, darlink. Up." His voice was deep and soothing, holding promises of something better. The mood had changed completely now. It was no longer about aggression, fun and the thrill of a power struggle. He genuinely wanted to help her feel better the only way he knew how. If he wanted to keep her then he would have to be gentle, and while there was no guarantee that he would succeed, he would try. Because in that moment he wanted her and for some strange reason she needed him. And he wanted to reassure her that he wasn't going to leave. Because Besitzen never left a female. They always left him...
"I make love to hyu and hyu vill feel much better. Then ve vill sleep. Hyu are safe vith me. I promise."
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Post by H.ostile on May 21, 2011 18:40:06 GMT -5
RUSSIA
, I DON'T WANT TO BE THE GIRL THAT FILLS THE SILENCE [/size] [/center]
Russia shook her head vigourously. She couldn't stand up, wouldn't stand up. That wasn't on her mind anymore, and she didn't want it to be. Russia looked up at him with fatigue-filled eyes. They fluttered shut for a moment, her breathing relaxing. ''But. I don't want to.'' It obviously wasn't the most mature thing to say, it made her sound like a mere pup- who had to have her way all the time. But that wasn't true, it would never be true. For one thing, she never got what she wanted, and she wasn't even close to being a child.
She flicked her tail up and then let it fall, the silence growing louder. She couldn't see outside the window, blackness covered it; either grime or midnight, possibly both. Russia stood to push the blankets back with her snout. She crawled inside, moving to the end of the bed so her full body was covered. He'd have to take her dead if he planned on getting his way with her tonight. Sniffing softly, she laid there a few minutes, so close to dozing off.
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Post by `nali. ♫ on May 21, 2011 19:02:20 GMT -5
Zen sighed. She would not have him, which meant he was at a loss for what to do. When she glanced up at him, she looked pathetic. He almost made a comment about it but held his tongue. Now just was not the time. Not when she was acting petulant and started to pull away.
He let her get up, watched as she nosed her way under the comforter until she was out of sight. The Belgian frowned then, disappointed that he would be getting nothing from her. At least not tonight. After all, he wasn't the type to rape her just because he wanted to get off. Such force was only used when he needed to teach a female a lesson. Right now he wasn't playing teacher.
Sighing, he sat down on the bed and turned to clean himself up. He had not wanted to end the night with masturbation, but he had no choice. He needed release before he ended up blue balled and forced to spend the night him pain. The fact that he could taste her on him made it a little better. He liked the way their flavors mixed together, creating something unique that was all their own.
Like it or not the male had fallen for her. But Besitzen always fell fast. He didn't actually know the difference between lust and love and always forced his relationships to go too fast. He didn't even know her name and yet he had this strong urge to curl up with her and keep her with him forever. Chances are it wouldn't work out; for him romance never worked out. But at least for the night he could confirm her as his and that's all he ever wanted out of life.
Finished with his little deed, he uncurled his body and licked his lips. He leaned forwards in a stretch, resigned to the fact that their night of wild passion had come to a close. With some effort he flipped the comforter up over his head, creating an entrance to the warmth beneath it. Then he crawled on his belly until his large frame was covered, searching out his little trinket in the dark. Curling his body tightly around her's, he gave her ear a gentle lick. Then he laid his head on his forepaws, letting his eyes drift closed. "Good night, trinket."
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