12-20-2017, 01:52 AM
I love the way you rake my skin, I feel the hate you place inside.
Femur knows that he just fucks the others. It is to sate a need that is primal to him being the male of his species. Wolf and stallion both need to dominate and collect. She recognizes this in him because he is nothing but an alpha to her. Well, he is more than just an alpha but she recognizes him as the dominant one in both his shapes and the sheer scope of knowing this arrests her to the spot. He’ll fuck them. He’ll fight others. But in the end, he comes back to her because stars aboves and bones below, that is how it has been decided.Longclaw & Femur.
The flaming warg and his ghost-girl.
Both of them have their eyes on their son as he gambols about. She never tires of seeing him test his legs or his limits. But she finds that her gaze drifts to Claw’s face. Something ignites between them, like a match to gasoline. Suddenly, this little glade is too stifling and she forgets the blue colt running around them in growing circles that dizzy her. It’s the air, she thinks. It has grown hotter and it paws at her flesh until Claw meets her and presses his mouth to her. No, it’s him and she has to stifle a pleading sob that knocks at her throat.
Femur can think of nothing else in this moment but of Claw mounting her then and there. Wildling be damned! That is their son but she has no concern for him presently as Claw presses her and the moment grows more primal and rife with heat. It makes her own need push to the surface, a beast hungering that begs before it’s master. Bereft of thought although her brain still fires commands down the line of synapses and nerves, her tail moves up and over to the side to let the strength of her estrus permeate the air as his snarls rip at her ears.
Snippets of the things he says to her ricochet around her head until Femur is all fanged smiles in answer and anticipation --
“...one for every star in the sky…”
“...one for every grain of sand…”
“...one for every leaf sprouting free…”
She can’t breathe. Seems he can’t either from the way his head nods against her. “You’ll give them to me.” There had been something so final and commanding in that. How could she resist? Her esteemed mate had made his decree for none but the land and themselves to hear it and Femur could not deny him. How could she? Her skin ached for the touch of his lips and his teeth. Longed for the feel of him on her back. Yearned to feel him part her thighs and dive into that deepest darkest part of her that would open to him like a flower, taking him in further until he was buried in the soft moist dirt of her.
Impassioned, she calls to their son and drives him off with two curt words - “Den and nap!” The blue colt neither questions nor stalls for more time to gambol. He is obedient, having learnt from her that she’d brook no backtalk or resistance on his part. She knew that Wildling knew the way already to Claw’s meranti tree because she had shown him it more than once. Made him practice taking various trails to get there so that he could rest assured he’d not been followed except by the likes of mother or father (or the pair of newer foals Femur had fetched home). Satisfied their son would not tarry but hasten right off, she turned the full breadth of her attention back to Claw.
It took one look from her to signify how deep her desire ran for him. One searing look that held all the passion and love she felt for him spiraling up out of her like a mythical beast’s horn until it would lance his chest in two. Lay bare that heart of his for her to feast on! Instead, Femur once more presented herself to him - naked and needy. Stars alive, there was nothing but him that she saw - a spectre of blue that swallowed her black gaze up until she rasped out his name in desperation, “Longclaw!”
Femur
@[Longclaw] whoa, me neither! she's like take me now! haha <3