Good lord. I thought I was on the wrong site at first @_@. Great layout! Also, how many pups are gonna come outta this?
Wow...lots of rambling in this post >_<
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The immediate atmosphere was tender with the brute's uniquely spicy scent; it burned the nostrils and cultivated a slow boiling lust. A smoky film lay gently across the golden brute's eyes; it was the curse of a male's one-track mind. Alas, Deacon wasn't like the other mindless brutes when it came to these kinds of situations. He enjoyed seeing their reactions, finding tender spots, and the like. To Deacon, as strange as it might seem, rutting wasn't simply an action, it was a passion, an art—to say the least. The brute wasn't as dumb as he might have looked.
That luxuriously golden spun tassel, rich and sweeping curved over the fae's tail, protectively. Scratch that. Possessively. Then again, the two could be mistaken easily. Perhaps the brute actually cared. Perhaps not. Nares flared softly, he was as relaxed as he could be, yet the fae...Deacon found himself grinning against her lush white pelt. Her heart sounded like a drum, or was Deacon's ego imagining things again.
Fluidly, the brute shifted his great golden crown over the fae's neck, although they still stood side by side, Deacon reached his muzzle over and rested his chin lightly between her shoulder blades. There was a soft pressure placed upon Deuce's back, the same pressure that wrapped around her tail. She could not see the brute's irises, but the cold indigo oculars were frosty with a glint of vile amusement lost within churning depths.
There was a mild heat in the pit of Deacon's stomach, one that the brute ignored for now. The time in which he would get to mount the fae would come soon enough. However, Deacon felt delightfully entertained with her reactions as of now. He'd advance slowly. Deacon's approach was often different, depending upon the femme he was dealing with, but the end result would never change.
"Wassa matter...Angel...? So quiet...Do I...displease you?" The brute's smoothly thick words were slightly slurred, as if he was drunk--which was half true. He was smothering himself with her scent, driving his nose deep into the fae's pelt, even sharply nipping at the tender flesh that lay hidden beneath. A rather feral grin landed upon his rooting muzzle; mockery. Endless mockery. It was as if the likes of Deacon really cared if the fae was upset with him. The demon within barked with darkened mirth. Deacon was weaving quite a fabrication; his actions were slow and gentle—almost loving. His words were sweet and submissive. Is this the same beast the struts across the lands bowing to no one but his own ego? You bet. It was the brute's satire of those bloody romantic airheads.
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(yeah...Shannon did a great job on it, I'm really thrilled! I figure like three. In Stellar, i'm playing her like she's almost ready to give brth. Another month or so. But I'm going from when this thread was started, not when it was completed. lol)
She almost would have purred when she felt the pressure against her tail, and then the pressure of Deacon's head against her neck, his sharp fangs nipping, but not piercing the skin. She shivered with pleasure. When he spoke, his words were slurred, but she understood well enough.
"no....not at all, Deacon. You could never displease me...." That was the closest she would ever get to telling the brute how she felt. The offering of her body wasn't enough....she wanted to be his for all eternity...but she'd settle for this. She crooned with pleasure and arched her neck, wordlessly letting the male know how she enjoyed his attentions. She shivered once with anticipation, then pressed closer to the male, almost as if cold.
Lips curled back, pleased with himself and the way this fae had taken so quickly to him. The brute even had half the mind to call her foolish. They were....nearly strangers. Hadn't the wild taught her anything? Inviting demons to her bed, quite a naive mistake.
He felt her weight against him, and smiled even wider. " So eager...Are you sure you're making the right decision?" The brute's vocals were strained and husky, his words seemed gentle enough yet still firm. Never lacking the hint of absolute dominance that governed the amber brute's basic existance. This far into the game, it was no long the femme's say in what was to result in all her flirting. Deacon had taken over, but it was always nice hearing input. Besides half the fun was in the psyche, hearing what was going through the fae's mind.
The brute's nips became sharper, just enough to give a sting of pleasure. They were slow and measured, allowing him to ease that sharp muzzle of his along her spine. He incesently breathed in the femme's scent, it coated the small caverns ten-fold and was particularly hard to ignore. It made the brute feel lethargic, and not in an aggravating way. He was relaxed, more so then he's able to achieve on his own, and those hauntingly bright indigo occulars were blessed with smoldering fires.
There was tight knot in the deepest pits of the male's abdominals, which made his vocals strum a low-lying growl.
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Sexy new aavy. ^_^
IC
His words werea gentle caress against her auds, and she smiled genlty. She'd wanted this for so long, how could she be uncertain? I know i'm making the right decision, Deacon. She paused a moment, chosing the right words.
Take me....I....I want to be yours, Deacon. I want to feel you against me, in me....I...I want you, Deacon. She met his eyes, hers fairly burning with her need for the golden brute. Take me....
Nonchalantly the brute listened to her voice. Her words brought a cruel smirk to swipe across his lips, one he didn't even bother to suppress and make it seem gentle. "Really now...." His tone was bored and slightly muffled as that smug velveteen nose rooted around her dense ivory furs.
The brute was anxious to be sheathed, the foreplay had been most painful to go through, but necessary to give Deacon an idea of this partner he was about to dance with. He does his research, on important matters such as this. "As you wish..." Vibrating vocals were softly placed near her auds, and disappeared as he moved down. The brute's body moved with a deadly sway, his regal tassel hailing high, and rubbing his entire body along her as he took whispered steps toward her unguarded hindquarters. He gave the fae's lean thigh a sharp nip, telling her of his presence.
A throaty chuckle rippled through the amber brute's chest, it was followed by his ascension. Deacon come up on two legs, muscles tightening finding the new position uncomfortable. He couldn't wait to settle down upon the pristine fae. A lazy paw swatted the fae's luxurious tassel to the side as Deacon took up position at her back. The brute's prick was close to her opening; he could feel the heat on the head and felt a haze of lust crawl over those piercing blue-violet oculars.
He brought his sharp snout close to her head, stretching his long body most comfortably to cover hers. A pause, and then...A sharp forward thrust. Lips curled in a quaking growl as he made sure to sheath himself in one forceful thrust. There was not time to ease in, the pheromones that were rolling off this fae was irresistible, especially since she was so willing. That long golden tail curled up, painfully high, but it was a sweet pain that only proved to arouse the beast further.
Deacon’s drawn out growl of distant thunder soon transformed into a low menacing chuckle. "Absolutely delicious." He whispered, making a trail of sharp nips along the side of her throat, accompanied by the slow rocking of his hips. He was going to take his time with this one.
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The silken fey gasped softly as he nipped. She sensed him rear up, and she tensed, but only momentarily. As the brute settled himself within her, she arched her back, much like a cat being scrathced, and crooned with delight, groaning the male's name with pleasure.
Oh...Deacon...Oh, god....@#%$ me hard, Deacon....@#%$ me hard..... She gasped and groaned softly, loving the heat of the two bodies and the sweet friction they created.
A tremor like growl easily slipped past silken lips. Once again his snout was buried deep within the folds of her lush winter coat, and he grinned fiercely. The fae's scent set his lungs on fire with every inhale. At this point in time, it was a drug that Deacon couldn't afford to be seperated from. The amber brute wouldn't go so far as to say he was dependent upon her, but they were both adults and this was a mutural 'I scratch your back, you scratch mine' situation. Right?
"With pleasure...Dear Angel.." There was a nasty tone to his voice, almost belittling. But it could have been twisted by the rumbling growls which teased his vocal cords. The caramel brute's lean thighs tightened, straining to remain upright as her picked up the speed. There was a merciless glint in those hazy lust-filled eyes, pupils dialated then shrunk to a familiar demonic nature. Great paws flexed, bringing those wilderness carved talons down against the fae's back, attempting to painfully tease along her spine as the brute's hips were slamming against her backside.
Nares flared and a lazy tongue rolled from its fanged confines. His great golden skull had been lowered to nudge her neck. His muzzle so close to the juggular, he could almost smell the blood that should be flowing rapidly beneath her untarnished snow white pelt. Apart from the sweet scent of blood, there was the equally inticing scent of their savage coupling. There was no leniency.
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The fey arched her back, an equally savage growl rumbling in her throat. Yes....this is what she'd wanted, from the very beginning. This was the pleasure she'd sought to steal from the male. This was what all the months of teasing and tormenting were about. THIS was the (pardon the pun) climax of all that was good.
As the male's hips slammed into the lithe fey's own, she whimpered softly, nearing the edge of the chasm, ready to lose herself to the pleasure she knew awaited the both of them.
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