11-16-2017, 03:31 AM
I love the way you rake my skin, I feel the hate you place inside.
Maiden.Femur has never felt the penetrating touch that could rob her of her maidenhood. She has never conceived of the concept though what stallions and mares do together is not something that has never crossed her mind. It never occurred to her that she could partake in it, just as she never imagined she would meet someone like him. He sank his claws in her soul and his teeth in her heart, deep enough to know that she could never (nor would she ever!) escape him. But this is the last that she will be a maiden, pure as the newly driven snow that fails to fall in Tephra most of the time.
Mother.
But that is not what he will leave her as either. Their coupling occurs out of season. Nature rebels against it and his seed refuses to take place in her womb, leaving it as barren as the fields before the first frost set in. Femur will not mind this. Fate still has plans to make a mother out of her unbeknownst to either of them at the time that this coupling takes place.
Crone.
There will come a time when she might be this.
Riddled with arthritis, age, and a swayed back. But there is too much time between now and then. Too much, as he clings to her with hot lips that tell more of his hunger than his murmurs do. She will always remember this, even as things start to fall from her mind, lost to the shambles of time but this - this is unforgettable. Her first time. With him. Even an old crone will think back to that and remember, saliva on her lips alongside a smile.
Princess to a fallen kingdom, it is befitting that the flaming wolf is the one to take her. To push her across an unfamiliar threshold that promises pain and pleasure, the two woven together so tight that she’ll not be able to tell one from the other. It had been foretold the moment she laid claim to him first by that simple uncontestable utterance that proclaimed him as both her mate and hers’. Even now, her tongue swells fat with pride and passion as he rounds her hip and lingers there. He ignites her, fuel to the fire, and she cannot find the room to let out all the thoughts trapped in her fanged mouth because he is so deliciously distracting.
First, he trails his whiskers over her skin which evokes a girlish giggle from her lips because it tickles!
Femur cannot help herself in these moments. It feels like she is growing more combustible the longer his lips linger in the folds of her fur. Her want of him - for him - has grown singular and sharpened, much like the hitch of breath in her throat as he makes her forget that there are things like time and a world beyond the two of them. His mouth and his moans drown out all else. She can feel herself emptying out before him as his desire fills her up and renders her into a new creature, a resplendent beast of exploration and potential sex - it is all there, in the soft curving lines of her that give way beneath his mouth.
But the maiden is stupefied when he pulls back!
The loss of him is sudden, sharp, and it cuts her to the core. She flings him a look of pure desperation that fades the moment his blue shoulder finds her ribs encased in fur the colors of snow and gold. The moment of desperation is replaced with sudden excitement the moment his chest meets her buttocks and the pale tail that lays between him and the fulfilment of his hunger. He has gone savage so quick! It pulls a gasp from her mouth and leaves a moist ache in her loins that she has never experienced before. His teeth dance hard and fast over her croup and she swears the earth is starting to move beneath her feet from these little claiming bites alone.
Suddenly, his nose stabs between her buttocks and her tail is shoved aside though she had begun to lift it out of the way. Femur had not anticipated this, though! His tongue licks a tantalizing path across her skin that makes her knees go weak the same time a mewling pathetic cry escapes her fanged mouth. That cry holds all the power of her need in it. She needs him, more of him - in her, on her, him and her until she has no idea where one stops and the other begins.
Longclaw answers her; rears up and over her and she can feel the nudge of his erection against her legs, thick and full but there is no time to be terrified for in one perfect thrust, he stops all sense of time and even her heart.
When her heart starts back up, it is to the sound of his crooning snarl in her ears and the hot sudden rush of pain that lanced through her then dims as it tips over into the realm of pleasure. Satisfaction is a shadow that climbs up beside him and seems to ride her back in the rhythmic rocking that takes place as she gives every splayed inch of herself to him. Femur has opened like a flower beneath his unbridled and throbbing pleasure. Each gasp, each thrust makes her slick in her own want and need of him, makes her grasp him like a glove that milks him for all he’s worth in those moments as she meets him somewhere on the other side of thought, where it has all become sensation and nothing more.
Femur forgets that she has a brain.
She is the slap of his flesh on hers, the grunt and moan of their sex as it quiets the jungle around them. There is the grasp of his jaws on her neck and a moment of repositioning that allows him greater control, greater depth of penetration that sends her pulse hurtling into the stars. She even sees stars behind her eyelids! Bursts of them that stun her as much as each slow precise stroke of him does. He is masterful at this! Withdrawing bit by bit until she cannot stand it and longs to scream for him to bury himself fully inside of her, where he belongs.
Her flesh knows what to do even as he is almost out of her; it pulls at him, coaxing him to come back with a vigor and not wanting to give even this little bit of him up as he groans her name. He has become her god, and she has become his goddess and a lazy smile haunts her lips as she cranes her head to look back at him just this once, coy as he rests atop her in position with his member ready to strike like a snake and drive itself back into the dark wet warm heart of her.
Femur cries out;
His thrust took her not by surprise but the sharp rough slam of it has struck deep inside her that her mind shatters into madness. He keeps this pace up; builds it into a song of pleasure that reaches a crescendo inside her and scatters the pieces of her decimated brain to farflung corners of the universe. Somehow, they are among the stars, fucking as much as they are flying and Femur cannot get enough of it. She almost misses his ragged cry because she has flown so far out of control the moment her climax took her that she is spiraling up and down through the hazy happy aftermath of orgasm.
He empties himself into her and she has become a vessel for his seed. Meant to be filled up and she is, even as he relaxes on top of her and she has yet to come back to herself, still blind and deaf to all but the earthquakes that continue to rumble in her skin. It is the loss of him as he slides from her back and the thump of his hooves on the ground that make her jerk her head up and regain consciousness. Femur falls back down into herself from somewhere amidst galaxies of pleasure that had opened their nebulae to her like she opened herself to him - no, she did not open herself, he took but he also gave, and both lovemaking and fucking had left her sore and satisfied from soul to skin and back again.
Femur can feel him kiss her nose and it registers in the back of her brain as he pulls her closer to him in an embrace she does not fight to get free of. She’d never fight to be free of him holding her like that, or holding her still beneath him as he thrusts and claims her because that is what he had done, she realizes. He claimed her as no other can and she is still reeling from the pleasant shock of it to her system, still quaking as she nestles into him. She can feel the soreness creeping in, edging out the pleasure as exhaustion follows hot on its heels. Femur longs to sleep like a foal, legs tucked beneath her and chin curled around to her shoulder.
She also longs to bathe herself, to ease the soreness despite the fact that she wears the sweat, blood, and the seed that runs down her legs as badges of honor and pride. “I must look a mess,” she mumbles more to herself than to him as his confession sharpens her focus and rights her topsy-turvy brain. Her looks had never concerned her before but she feels a certain amount of decorum is called for now, a chance to tidy up her skin and press it to him once more, again and around until he smells of her and she smells of him. No end and no beginning, just them.
“You are the only thing that ever mattered to me,” she confides to him, pulling her head from beneath his to look him straight in the eye. Femur did not understand the truth of what she told him, just that she felt the rightness of the statement echoing around inside of her, gallivanting on the heels of her still settle pleasure and sometimes fanning it, like the hot embers of a fire, back to flame. She hadn’t known it until just then, had her suspicions of course, but he was the thing that completed her and made her feel whole. The moment he speared her maidenhood with his throbbing cock, was the moment of her unmaking as he made her into something shiny and new - his, always his, irrevocably his.
Femur could taste nothing but him, think of nothing but him, and feel nothing but the emptiness of him not being inside her and filling her up. She was her own soul housed in her own flesh, she knew that much still, but she felt changed in the aftermath. Older, but not diminished. Somehow brightened for having had him inside her. He belonged there, she thought, nestling up beneath his head again so that her ear rested against his chest and she could hear his heart beating inside it, beating itself into her brain over and over until her own heartbeat matched the pace of his, slow and measured, sure of itself.
She never knew love could be like this.
It was extraordinary!Femur
@[Longclaw] oh. my. god. that was a deliciously wicked read! i tried for smut but my brain took a wrong turn there and gave you something else that was novel-length and all over the place much like i imagine femur's head was because she was so oversexed and pleased as punch with it lol. <3