Lions for Scottie

Every touch against her fur sent a ripple of excitement through her fur, like a gentle shockwave of static electricity. Its tingling sensation left behind warmth which flared and grew with each wave of adrenaline and serotonin. Kindling had been fed to the glowing embers and now flames hungrily reached with groping hands, licking and twisting like the end of a whip, desperate to latch on to anything flammable so that it could grow. So Sagacity felt her lust begin to swell and overtake her, and she allowed herself to be consumed by the passion she felt driving her closer and closer to a need that begged to be satisfied. And with every reciprocation which came from the swarthy man beside her came a greater need for him to touch her more; she'd sipped the honey dew and had become drunk with its sweetness- like any whose lips still bore the droplets of wine she craved more, with even more intensity.

She felt like a celestial body being twisted and warped as it passed by a quasar; so great was the pull to be nearer to Rhysis that she couldn't deny herself the want. And the more he gave her, the more she wanted until desire became an insatiable need. Her lips pulled back as she drew in a sudden, cool breath, closing her eyes as his muzzle rubbed along her own. Her back arched even as she lay on the ground, catlike. She leaned her body against his and tilted her muzzle so that it rested beneath his, to show how willing she was to be possessed and dominated by him. With gentle fangs she preened the coat of his chest and leaned her shoulder against him. But suddenly, she didn't want to be on the ground any longer.

She only pushed herself halfway up, not wanting to have her head over his. In a seated position, she implored him to stand by once again kissing his cheek- but with a fiercer desire now, paired with a more aggressive and less luxurious gesture. She knew she could not command him, but she needed him to stand; if need be, she would lift him up, so intense was this desire. With a small whine which faded to an imploring growl she snaked her muzzle beneath his and tilted her head back, hoping to life his head and indicate that she wanted him to stand.

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It was a small gesture, for her to preen his chest, but it began to rattle at the walls which he had tucked his inner voice into. Naira used to do that to him, to groom him as she sat beneath his chin, their bodies so close they could feel their hearts beating in sync. Bit by bit, the walls were going to crumble and he could only do so much to ignore the alarm system that was threatening to go off any moment. This siren, whoever she was, was going to unravel him. It was not her fault of course, even if she were playing him he was he who was letting down his guard but like before, he was entrapped within her spell, helpless to break away at that moment.
She shifted, pulling herself up to sit with her muzzle beneath him. An encouraging nudge was all he needed to follow her, like a love sick puppy, he sat up, imitating her in both posture and silence. He didn’t need to be told, in that moment he would have jumped off the very cliff if she had asked him to, because the deep desire within him was overriding what little common sense he had left.

Perhaps it was because of how very wrong the situation was that made it so very alluring. He was forever searching for a new obsession; the truth of his heritage, his own pack, his female… revenge. He needed a goal, something that seemed unobtainable just to feel alive and for now, the female he shared his body with would fill the void that had been left now all of his goals had been obtained. He wasn’t a wolf who could just coast through life with nothing to do and as wrong as it was, both for his relationship with Naira and for the way this would no doubt end, he could not stop just yet.

He lifted his muzzle, meeting her gaze head on and allowing the grey of his eyes to meet the bright gold of her own. They were beautiful eyes, soulful almost. They weren’t like Naira’s, her gaze was strong, confident and had purpose. Instead she seemed perhaps lost, wandering like he was. It wasn’t that she didn’t seem confident, but perhaps she was not quite as dominant as Naira and something about that fascinated to him. He wasn’t one to be a hero, but the idea of a damsel that needed a strong knight really appealed to his ego. She was so small in comparison, he felt sure she would fit right inside him if they were balled so tightly they could not breath.
With baited breath, he remained frozen, looking into the pools of her eyes at a loss with just what it was she was expecting from him- not just in this moment but where else this could go, tonight… tomorrow and even after that.

As the dim umber of evening settled over the mountainside, so too did Sagacity feel herself pulled toward darkness- both in the sense that having an affair with the alpha male was a sinful act and in the case that she felt herself being more and more drawn to the swarthy-pelted male. He sat up as the slightest request which fueled Sagacity's confidence. He was in this with her-- he wanted her as much as she wanted him, and for now their roles- and relationships- were cast aside like white cotton sheets pinned to a flimsy clothesline in the full gale of a hurricane. Whatever threads of restraint Sagacity had had before had been torn from her grasp like ornaments from a child's curious hand. But she let them go readily, in acceptance of the overpowering seduction she'd succumbed to.

His head turned toward hers and the girl momentarily remembered her place and refused to meet his eye. But when his gaze remained on her features she felt her eyes being drawn to meet his own, to gaze into the twin pools of mercury tinged with an aqueous cobalt. Such cool colours had been set alight by the flame of lust, which provoked a feeling of desperation within Sagacity. She knew she could not look into his eyes as an alpha- but she could not look away.

Even more impossible was the thought of putting any distance between them, and it was the silvered female who leaned forward to place a kiss upon his lips, to press her muzzle against his own and close her eyes for a moment to enjoy the feeling of having stolen something. For she had- like a thief in the night she'd broken through his defenses and had captured him, at least for this moment, but she felt just as equally that she was the item being stolen by an expert purloiner. And she very much wanted to be stolen.

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MK, I'll wrap this up with him running like the lil' bitch he is, feel free to post your leaving or we can archive. :)

It was funny, the dreamlike feel that crept over you when the blood within your body was set on fire. His pulse raced, each small touch of her body against his sent a rush of adrenaline to his veins- he felt as if he were trembling as she pressed a kiss to his muzzle. His mind felt fuzzy, soft around the edges like he were drunk. For a moment, his eyes closed and he leant into the embrace. He didn't care how wrong his actions were in that moment because she gave him what he craved, what he needed- what had been lost between he and Naira a long time ago. He was a hard wolf, stony to most, with little room for emotion, surprising really for a wolf who knew nothing of love and kindness that he had managed to find two females who were willing to extend their soft touch to him, who managed to etch away some of the ice that had frozen his heart still.

A gust of icy wind blasted his pelt- standing tall now he felt the blast across his entire torso, the current so strong that it was almost enough to part his fur right down to the very skin beneath his thick winter coat. Like a ton of water to the face, it stirred him from the dream like state he had been trapped within, bringing him back enough to release the inner voice that had been screaming to out, found a crack in the cell he had created and broke free within seconds.

He jerked back, at first just his head, pulling away from the warmth of her body, from the touch ofher muzzle. Next went his paws, trawling backwards, slowly at first but then quicker until there was enough distance between them that he could really look at her, away from the pull of her eyes to her lithe figure as she stood there, merging in with the icy winter terrain. Panic gripped him, his throat felt as if it were closing as the voice within his head told him to run and not look back. "I... I have to go." he said, his voice betraying his confusion and panic before he turned and ran, allowing his lanky legs to consume the terrain and within the blink of an eye, he slipped over the ridge and headed back home leaving nothing but a snarl in the air- not at her but at the shame that was himself.

When he pressed himself back against her, Sagacity's few fears were released like a silk ribbon into a zephyrean gust. She knew then that he wanted her and she felt completed in an odd way, despite knowing that the two of them would likely never be able to celebrate a life together. But for this moment he was hers, and she was his and there were no regrets. In that moment she felt herself long for nothing else but to be near him and to have him want her, a feeling she thought was reciprocated. And in that moment it was, but what a fleeting glimpse of beauty it was.

At first she thought that he'd recoiled because of the gust of cold wind, but when he continued to retreat she watched him with curious, worried eyes. He wouldn't look at her as he scuffled backwards, cowardly sneaking his way away from her. An excuse was uttered, one laden with grief and guilt before he turned and abruptly disappeared. A frustrated snarl was the last sound she heard as he disappeared, apart from the one uttered by the sterling dame herself when she managed to pry her gritted teeth apart. Scathingly she swiped a paw at the earth and sent a bit of snow and a few pebbles flying in no particular direction. Suddenly stricken by the cold she hunched her shoulders and moved off to find shelter and to nurse her racing, limping heart.

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