Iridescent Lagoon Sing Me A Song

Dated a little in the future. Want this to be the breeding thread?

March 15th, 2013 - Clear Skies - Close to Midnight

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.Her heart was jittery. The feeling that she had near Sloane was magnifying itself after a week of just being near him. Why is the feeling getting worse? Or better? She shook her head confused, dizzy, and squirming around trying to satisfy that feeling. However nothing she could do would satisfy it. Itching her back with her muzzle and teeth only brought more tremors down her spine and a fire that ached in her lower belly. At least she thought it was her lower belly. She tried urinating finding that it only relieved her need to pee and nothing else. Short whines came from her muzzle as Narimé wiggled around unable to sit still. She had no clue that she was fully in heat now. Nor that only her mates touch would satisfy her body's need.

Calm down and relax.. It's not the end of the world..

Her whines echoed off the rocks and across the glimmering water. Nari had originally left her little family after thinking that they'd all fallen asleep. She couldn't sleep the way she was, plus the silver woman had wanted to see the Lagoon again. Now that she was there Narimé found herself too preoccupied by the annoying desire filling her to do much of any viewing of the landscape around her.

What do I want? What does my body need?

A snarl turned to sigh escaped her muzzle. What was she supposed to do now? I won't be able to sleep if I go back to Sloane, and I don't want to bother him either. Nor do I wanna cuddle up to him with the others around... She growled at herself and began grooming her fur. The scratches on the back of her neck from the cougar had healed and now their scabs were beginning to fall off. Quickly the she wolf set to work grooming off all the unneeded scabs. Then she marveled at how the scars were well hidden by her thick silver scruff. Her chest was next to be cleaned, followed by her legs and tail. She noted her bodies reaction at her own touch as her tail slipped sideways. Embarrassed at herself she stopped grooming then stood back up again unsure of what to do with herself.

I need Sloane.. I need him now..

A few minutes later some onlooker might have seen a gray wolf trotting back towards her family then quickly changing its mind and padding back to the Lagoons shore. The wolf did this five times until a number of whines came forth from her muzzle and she began wriggling around again. A small howl turned into a song calling for her mate's company. As much as she didn't want to wake him she wanted to be with him even now.

(This post was last modified: Mar 14, 2013, 12:18 AM by Narimé.)

He had been sleeping contentedly, the soft sounds of his sleeping pack mates surrounding him and the warmth of his mate close by his side. He dreamed of springtime flowers blooming brightly and birds singing beautiful melodies while his family romped around the large den and the clearing outside of it. All was well and everyone appeared happy and healthy. Suddenly, he realized that something was missing. Someone. Narime' was nowhere to be seen among the pack surrounding him and his heart leaped into his throat. 'Where was she?' A panic began to overcome him and he found it hard to breathe....

With a start, Sloane awoke nearly gasping for breath. In the darkness he could just make out the sleeping forms of his pack mates, but the russet fur where Narime' had been snuggled into was distinctly chilled from her absence. Golden amber eyes wide now he looked around quickly, not seeing her silvery form in the cave. Having calmed slightly, realizing that her absence had been but a dream, his panic rose once more seeing that she was missing for real. She was a capable wolf, well able to take care of herself, but he wanted her by his side and in his sight. He had waited too long for the privilege and perhaps selfishly, he wanted her all to himself.

Calming himself enough to realize that her scent trail was fresh he rose to his feet, padding out of the cave almost silently. A mere shadow in the dark, he easily tracked his missing mate. The closer he got to her, the more urgent his pace became. The heady perfume that her body had been tormenting him with for weeks now was magnified ten fold tonight. His body called to her, but his mind screamed at him to hurry. If another male came across her right now, he might try to lay claim to her. That thought was simply unacceptable and he broke into a run, unerringly drawn by her scent.

Not long after he started to lope, her call rang out in the night. She was calling for him and the need and desperation in her voice spurred him on to even greater speeds that were not natural to his enormous form. She needed him and he needed her. That simple mantra alone fueled his lagging muscles to keep up their pace. Soon enough, his efforts paid off and he arrived at the Lagoon where his Lady awaited him.

Relieved that she was not harmed and that no other males had followed her, he slowed his pace as he approached her silently. His gaze met hers as he stood tall and proud before her. Then he couldn't help but come closer and run his body languidly along the length of hers, inhaling her perfume as he marked her as his. Not really knowing why, he slowly came back around the front of her and performed the same ritual on her other side, relishing the sparks that seemed to fly between them as he did so.

Coming around to the front of her once more, he nuzzled her cheek and buried his nose in her scruff for a long moment with a soft whine. Then he drew back and gave her a loving smile, lifting a paw to bat at her playfully, trying to draw her into a light spar to relax her and put her at ease. Perhaps relieve some of the pent up stress that seemed to be plaguing her with her inexperience. Though they both were inexperienced in these matters, he imagined that she might be the more anxious of the two and he didn't want her to be afraid of loving him in all senses of the word.

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Her heart wrestled with a lonely feeling and something akin to anger as she stood there finishing her howl. The grass uttered a soft sigh as she waited watching the horizon. What is wrong with me?

The flame burned slowly.

Then all of the sudden he was there. With no sound ushered from his handsome muzzle and an urgent look showing all along his tense body. They didn't need to "say hi" to each other. All the two wolves needed was to relish in the feelings that came with their being together. Her tail wagged glad to see him and all at once some strange energy filled the warm gray she wolf. She began dancing around on the ground before Sloane as he marked her as his own. The feeling she had felt before with him at an all time high making her somewhat dizzy and aloof. As if she was drunk on his touch. Drunk and willing.

The flame burned brightly.

Every time he slid along her side she arched herself along his side still dancing to some invisible tune. That drunk feeling messing with the decision making side of her brain added to Sloane's playful pawing erased all her worries. Instead she began dancing around him in circles occasionally throwing a foreleg over his shoulders and nipping playfully at his cheek.

The flame danced excitedly.

She wasn't thinking now. Just letting her instincts do what they wanted. Enjoying the little "game" they were playing and becoming weak in the knee's by the fire flashing through her body. With a few yips she tried getting him to play rougher with her. She raised herself onto two legs while batting at Sloane with her forelegs and nipping at his ears.

Her response to his actions excited him to no end. She moved her body into his as he lay claim to her and she danced about in response to his invitation to play. Every nip, every paw swipe only served to take his breath away. They played, but this game was far different than any that had come before. They danced and the heat grew in him, exponentially, calling for more but reveling in her attentions.

They reared up in an age-old dance, their paws entangling and their heads swaying to and fro as they playfully nipped at each others ears and muzzles. Once, her teeth caught his ear a bit harder and the small pain somehow only added to his anticipation. He nipped her silver ear again and then licked at the imaginary wound with his long pink tongue, nearly silent whines escaping his maw as they played in the moonlight.

The water's calm surface caught their reflection and for a moment he remembered the shy little yearling that had stolen his heart. She still owned his heart, but she had now grown into a beautiful silver vixen, slowly driving him mad with her womanly allure, but he would not rush her. He would let her set the pace for he knew that before this night was through, they would be closer than ever before. As close as two wolves in love could be. They would forever belong to each other. Heart, mind and body.

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The flame heated turning blue.

It worked! A tiny thought echoed in her head as she growled low and danced with her partner. She tried to push him over but he pushed back almost toppling her over. She twisted to the side letting his push roll off her chest then headbutted his neck while he gripped her ear. Her legs gripped around Sloane in a great hug as they teetered on their back legs. Low growls radiated from her muzzle. Not growls of anger, but low toned growls of pleasure that vibrated her whole body.

As they romped her tail slowly lifted wagging in a circular motion. The heat bounced around the she wolfs body surging through her veins. The air felt cold to the silver wolf now. As if they were moving through a fog, but her body was comfortably warm as a breeze created ripples on the Lagoon. The moment was all too perfect. As if their two souls were floating around like bright flames brightening up the lagoon with their warm fire. She couldn't feel her legs anymore. Nari just knew that she was using them. It almost felt as if her head was detached from her body and all she felt was warm.

The blue flame burns at the wick.

She wanted to feel his warmth all around her. She wanted that warmth to make those feelings in her gut more. The drunk girl wanted to feel his warmth on her back where the cold air was cooling her. Sending shivers down her spine.

Touching the ground with all four paws again she slipped up next to him twitching at every jolt that passed between their silver and rust pelts. With a playful nibble on his cheek and chin she then slowly moved her head under his. The silver wolf stood there cuddling with him for a few seconds then stepped forward dragging her back along his chin. Then she turned again and head butted his shoulder. Her blue gaze half lidded and a low moan escaping her muzzle. Again the she wolf slid up next to him wanting that warmth.

The playfulness seemed to instantly draw her in and they wrestled for a bit, exchange loving nips and licks. It seemed that words had become redundant as the two wolves frolicked together in the moonlight. They had wrestled a bit here and there, but never with such abandon and Sloane felt like a pup again.... and yet not.

Narime' changed tactics on him and mimicked his earlier actions of drawing her lithe form sensuously along his, causing his breath to catch and his throat to tighten with raw feeling and his body felt as if it would burst into flames any moment now. She nipped his cheek and then her form glided teasingly beneath his head once, now twice and he gave a low growl of possessiveness. This was his female... and yet he knew that he was just as much her possession to play with as she would.

Tonight, hormones raged through him and instinct drove his desires, but they both knew that she was now the one in control. He would do anything to please her. As her length passed beneath his jaw the second time he pressed his head into her back, letting her silvery plume brush across his cheek at the end and drawing in her scent which told of her readiness to couple, yet he held back. It was she that was setting the pace and he awaited her final invitation with bated breath and his blood nearly boiling.

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Why wasn't he doing anything?

When the russet wolf had pressed his muzzle down into her back as she slid under him that touch sent her leg muscles into limbo. Her legs felt like jelly unable to support her at full height anymore. Almost submissively her body lowered, not to the ground, but in between, almost like crouching beside the massive male. For a few moments her legs were locked that way ready to lift her weight plus another. Her legs stayed stiff almost as if a shock had gone through her and her tail moved quickly out of the way sliding to the left.

She was not rationally thinking. Her thoughts were hormone driven. Either wondering why he didn't help her satiate the need or frolicking through the multitude of feelings scrolling through her muscles. The silver wolf thought not of how young she was to be doing this, nor of how others might have thought on their young love.

Besides it wasn't young love. It was real true love.

The lagoon took no notice of the passion taking just a short trot from its shore. Instead the Iridescent Lagoon continued warming of its own accord. Ice thinning, and tree's lightly budding. Nothing would fully bud and bloom for another month, but the land was getting ready for it.

(That's all I got)

(This post was last modified: Mar 17, 2013, 04:05 PM by Narimé.)

Her reaction to the pressure along her back was exactly the one he'd been looking for, although how he knew it he could not have said. Some inborn instinct was now driving both of them. Her back end dropped lower and her silver plume shifted to the left, blasting him with another even stronger dose of her womanly perfume directly beneath his nose. Her final invitation had been given and he would deny neither himself, nor his sensuous mate any longer. Driven more by instinct than by any actual knowledge, his front legs lifted and after a few awkward moments of adjusting he became one with his mate.

The russet male was lost in a daze of electric feeling and pure emotion as they coupled under the soft glow of the moonlight. They loved each other and together they had founded a new pack. After this beautiful night they would have started a new family growing in the warmth of his mate's slender silver belly. He could think of nothing that could make their lives better in that moment. Nothing.

After time passed and their passions had cooled for the moment, he nuzzled Narime' lovingly, bathing her face and neck and feeling happier than he ever had before. This night would be one that he would remember forever. The first time that he and Narime' had shared their love with true abandon and complete trust and love. She was a gift that he would never make the mistake of taking for granted for every day, every moment, that they were together was a blessing to him. Burying his muzzle in her scruff he murmured, "I love you, my sweet Blue-Eyes," in a voice husky with sated passion.

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After a short time the rust and silver pair finally got down to natures driving law. A law as old as survival; a law called procreation. With the alpha pairs coupling the fresh new pack members within their family would have pups to help raise in the coming months. For another few days breeding will occur on and off and the female will become pregnant. Any tensions in the pack should diffuse after this time while Narimé's scent changed from heat to pregnancy.

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Narimé couldn't think of anything just then. All she could focus on was the warmth all around her and the sundry feelings that rushed around her body. The electricity between her pelt and his. The twinge of pain that splashed across the vivid pleasure arching through someplace inside. She wasn't sure where. All she could do now was wait.

Wait for that high feeling and the lust to diminish. The silver wolf waited there locked together with her mate then breathed a sigh of relief. The need to be with him wasn't gone, but it was controllable now. Once everything was over she growled contentedly as Sloane spoke to her. His deep voice reverberating in her gray ears as she attempted to move only to feel uncomfortable again.

"I love you more.." She answered in her usual warm tone flicking her ears at him. A wave of tiredness finally crept over her and for a moment Narimé wondered if she should sleep there with him for the night or head back to the cave. She tried to move again and felt a flash of pain someplace below her stomach. Not a horrible pain but one that made the silver wolf not want to move for a little while.

"Do you mind if we sleep here tonight?" She asked lowering herself to the ground somewhat carefully. Nari hoped she would feel better tomorrow morning so that she could get back to helping the pack obstruct the dangerous tunnels. They would need all the help they could get with that job.

(You can PP her on going to sleep if you want. :) I didn't think we would get this far into it. )

The huge russet male felt all the tension that had been building for weeks leave his body as he and Narime' completed their joining. This was what it had all been leading up to. He knew from past observations that the call to mate would come again many times over the next few days, but for now, both he and his bride were content and satisfied, it seemed. He laughed softly as she claimed to love him more, thoroughly loving the timber that her own voice had taken on.

When Narime' asked if they could stay at the Lagoon for the night, he was more than happy to agree. Although he trusted the others in their little pack, with Narime' in full heat, he wanted her all to himself. Perhaps they would even spend the morning here together. There was much to be done yet, but the others would continue on with the work in their absence. Keith would know why they were absent and if Simaea did not, she soon would. "Yes, my dear. I would very much like that."

He waited for her to lay down, curling up on the soft grass while he scanned the area with a much clearer head, assuring himself that they were indeed alone and safe. In his earlier passion and need for Narime' nothing else had mattered. He would have shredded a grizzly bear if one had dared to interrupt them. Satisfied that they were alone, he slowly curled himself around her lithe silver form, soaking in the electricity, now subdued, that formed between them. He shifted until he was a close to her as possible, sharing his warmth. In perfect bliss, he lay his head upon her shoulder protectively and sighed as they both gently drifted off to sleep, comforted with each others loving touch.

(fade to black with romantic music playing softly in the background...)

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