Starlight [Roka] [Mature]

[Sabaoth]

MATURE CONTENT

On the morrow, he would leave for the Agoge.

It had been only a few hours since he’d returned to Ina’mos to find Roka upon the shore with Olympus, son of Zohartze who’d tried to teach her to fish – but failed due to Sabaoth’s intruding. All to soon he would be braving the ocean once more, returning to Vor’asa where he would reside for several months, training and overseeing the budding warriors. Admittedly he was reluctant to leave Roka when he’d only just found her once more, but it would give her an opportunity to familiarize herself with Ina’mos, as well as the remaining members of Kairos who would not be attend the Agoge – mainly the females and those too young. With time she would find herself well-adjusted to pack life, and while she would need to handle being away from him each season when the time for the Agoge arose, she would survive.

However, Sabaoth fully intended to spend at least one night with his mate before he left, both to ensure that she reeked of his scent by the morning to ward off some of the more ambitious Kairos males, and to finally have the opportunity to make her his in all aspects. Normally Sabaoth was a brute of great patience, but on this night he found that he had none. Heavy paws lead him towards the falls, relieved to find that no one lurked beneath the underbrush when he arrived. He’d departed from her earlier that day with the firm instructions to seek him out after night fell at the foot of the falls; from there Sabaoth had made rounds of Ina’mos, checking to see who was readying themselves for the swim, and who’d already left – namely Lilith and her brother, Typhon. Now that he’d finished his duties and even hunted to fill his belly, he had only one thing left to do, and that was devote his night to Roka. She’d followed him clear across the continent and to the heart of his homeland, and for that she deserved her reward.

He paused just before the clear pool, the rippling water coming to rest just before it met his paws. It was here that he waited for her, surrounded by the smells of the damp earth and the lilies in full blood. Above him the stars were out in force, twinkling merrily, but a thick set of clouds concealed the moon, casting the land below in shadows and privacy. It was the perfect location, although truly Sabaoth cared little for the beauty of his surroundings. More important things were to come, things that would make the stars and the lilies seem like mere props in the background of his life.

TAG: Roka
NOTES: A little rushed, wanted to get it up before leaving to take my boyfriend to work D; sorry! 

[Roka]

Sabaoth was probably the most demanding and stubborn male that she had ever met, but he was her male. He had told her to seek him out after dark, leaving her on that shore alone once again. He seemed to enjoy that particular past time, leaving. The sun had descended over the island and Roka realized she was going to be a little late to meet him. She always loved pushing his buttons, but this time was unintentional. Searching about for him had taught her how very little she knew about the landscape of his island and now she was good and lost. Turning this way and that she could never seem to find that trail that she thought would lead her in the right direction. Finally after what seemed an eternity she had stumbled upon his scent, fresh upon the ground. Roka was eager to return to him wanting to savor the little amount of time they had together before he returned to the mainland.

Walking along she began to feel the familiar prickle of her heat coming on. It was too early for her body to be reverting to it's most primal state, but it was too late for that now. She figured that this constant heat and being on such a strange continent meant that her body was trying to sort out the confusion. Perhaps it was Sabaoth being so near that was causing her body to revert to her heat. Her fur began to prickle and tingle as the first symptoms of the unbearable process began to unfold. She had barely survived the last seasons heat, almost desperate to find a solution to the ache. Something to ease the constant heat and discomfort. Following the trail that Sabaoth had left made her tremble with anticipation for what he had in store for her. He hadn't given any hint to the plans he had for her tonight, but something within her began to hope that he would make her his in every sense of the word.

Despite not having much interest in having pups just to have them she wanted to have his pups. Wanted to raise up a brood of young-lings with his blood. Wanted to carry on his legacy. She wanted him to cure the ache that had settled within her ever since she had met him. He had placed it there and now she hoped he had plans to soothe the passion within her. Pushing past the last but of foliage she found him standing there under the stars. His ebony body looked as stunning as ever beside the clear pool. She could still see his scars running across the front of his body. His scars matched her own marking him as strong, as a survivor. She had no thought for how the scars made her look, and she hoped that he didn't either. She liked the way his scars made him look. Stepping forward she felt the familiar tension that built up whenever they were close to each other. She had never discovered where that tension would lead her, but she wanted to find out with him. "You seem to have a knack for leaving me behind. One would think you enjoyed being without me." He had called her his mate during the encounter with Olympus and Roka had been more than satisfied with that title. She enjoyed that he was hers for the time being. She understood that there was a chance that Sabaoth would turn to another, but she would never hope for that. As for now she would do her best to teach him that she was it for him and that he would need no one else.

Stepping closer her body began to hum enjoying the paradise that he seemed to have picked out for them. The sentiment was lost on her for the most part but the scenery was nice. It didn't matter however because all she needed for tonight was him. Growling low in her throat she walked a little closer to him nudging against him. "Are you planning to enlighten me on these plans of yours. I don't much like surprises."

Sabaoth

[Sabaoth]

Silent and smooth, she stepped from the underbrush like a ghost, her good eye gleaming in the shadows. He watched her as she halted briefly, her eyes roaming across him as surely as his own roamed across her, devouring the sight of her, and then she stepped towards him. It was this movement that propelled her scent towards him, and the smell of it made him pause. It was both familiar and unusual at once, earthy and yet somehow feminine, but…thicker, more intoxicating, burning his nostrils as they flared. It was a scent he’d smelled the lingering recesses of upon his first trip to Ina’mos, musky and heady despite its staleness. But there was nothing stale about it now; it smelled as if Roka’s heat had come upon her, despite that it was far too late – or too soon, considering how one looked at it.

Confusion washed over him, broken only by the sound of her voice as she approached him, nudging him firmly. ”You seem to have a knack for leaving me behind. One would think you enjoyed being without me." His lips stretched into a smile that flashed a row of sharp ivory teeth, a deep chuckle sounding from within him as he tried to ignore the pull of her scent, seeming to lure him towards her. ”Or perhaps I simply enjoy making you pursue me,” he replied, his grin only stretching wider as she inquired after his plans. ”Tomorrow, I must leave for Vor’asa,” he informed her. He’d told her once before, but this time it was said more softly now that Olympus was not around to hear. ”But tonight, I will stay with you.”


He loomed over her as he stepped even closer, pupils dilating as her scent reached him once more upon a gentle breeze. There would be time later for talking and whatever else that it was she desired from him; now was not it. He circled around to stand on her blindside, much as he had the first time he’d encountered her, dipping his head low to murmur in one perked aud. ”There is something long overdue, which will leave no question of who you belong to,” he said, and if his words had not made it clear enough, he extended one foreleg over her back so that she was tucked partially beneath his check, his hindquarters still held away from her – but barely. She fit beneath him snugly, his chest brushing against her shoulder blades, his head still held beside hers as he awaited her response. Only then would he fully mount her – Sabaoth knew that no was not an option…but he also knew that it was a word he would not hear from her tonight.


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[Roka]

From the moment she stepped towards him it became apparent that he had smelled her heat scent. Roka could never tell the difference in her own scent, but she knew the signs of it. Had smelled it on others before. She waved her tail pushing more of the scent towards him seeing how he would react. His control was close to snapping and so was hers. She wanted him so badly that she began to pant in anticipation. Taking deep breaths in through her mouth she drew in more and more of his scent. "You smell so good." Her voice was gruff catching in her throat. Being mushy and giving compliments where they didn't belong wasn't like her, but she was brutally honest. He did smell good to her, better than anyone else. Masculine and strong he was what she needed.

Sabaoth had tucked her beneath his chest and a part of Roka knew that she wanted this more so than she had ever wanted anything. In this moment she was winning him, getting everything that she wanted from him. She snarled as he moved his body over hers making it apparent what he wanted from her. Roka moved her body, wiggling until her core was more firmly pressed against him. He was waiting for something from her, but she didn't know if it was the words or some other body language. Sabaoth was the only male who had ever attempted this most primal and intimate act and he was the only one who would ever succeed. Seeking to make her wholly his was what seemed to fuel this encounter. He was going to be gone for months helping with this Agoge thing so she was unsure of the timing. If she did become pregnant from this mating she would no doubt be giving birth on her own. It shouldn't surprise her considering that he was always leaving her anyways.

Repositioning herself so that her core was more open to him she pushed against his chest. Their fur mixed and mingled in so many places she could almost not smell any of her own scent. He had enveloped her and overwhelmed all of her senses. She became more insistent pushing more and more against him, her body moving almost by instinct. Her more primal sense knew what she wanted from him. "More." She demanded harshly wanting to find an end to her torment. Now that he was above her the heat seemed to rear it's ugly head knowing what came next. It was reaching a fever pitch and her panting became more rapid. "NOW!" She snarled hoping that he would take her soon. She wanted him and she knew he wanted her so she wanted no delay. She wanted to belong to him and for him to belong to her.

Sabaoth

[Sabaoth]

There would be no suggestive wordplay or teasing actions – this much was made clear from the very moment that Roka pressed herself against his hulking frame, her snarling demand drawing a soft, breathy chuckle from Sabaoth’s lips. It rumbled like a landslide within his chest, the feel of her pelt mingled with the fur of his chest and her hips nudging against him long awaited. Immediately he moved to position himself accordingly, reaching out with a thunderous snarl to grab the thick scruff of her neck between his teeth. He did not bother being gentle; if his teeth pricked flesh then all the better, for no part of their coupling tonight would be sweet or soft. He had a point to prove, and she was overdue for her punishment for taking so very long to seek him out upon Ina’mos. That, along with the fact that Sabaoth would soon be leaving to return to Vor’asa, spurred him. He would leave with his scent firmly upon her – she’d come upon her heat late it seemed, and Sabaoth would not be satisfied until she was marked, a firm warning to any male who might attempt to approach her.

He took her in one swift plunge, a guttural growl sounding deep within his throat. Despite their size difference, he was not gentle; she was sturdy enough to hold the majority of his considerable weight, although Sabaoth did not place all of his bulk upon her, instead using his harsh grip on her neck to hold her steady beneath him. He had no care in the world for the possibility that someone might stumble upon them, with Ina’mos being as heavily populated as it was. There was nothing in that moment but him and Roka as he took his fill of her body, his movements slow and controlled but merciless, a harsh reminder that she was his to do whatever he wished with.

”You are mine,” he snarled, releasing her scruff just long enough to mutter into one velvety ear before taking hold of her once more, his movements swifter and less controlled. Finally he reached the peak of his pleasure, marking her as his in one final way and - unknowingly in that moment - filling her womb with new life. For some time afterwards he remained still, his head resting between her shoulder blades until it was safe for him to pull away from her. He slid from atop her frame, his chest rising and falling rapidly, pale eyes alight with partially-quenched fire. It would not be the last time that he claimed her that night, and yet for now he was content to give her body a break – it was strong, but he would not push her boundaries too far during their first night spent together.

Unthinkingly he reached out to her, a rare burst of fondness blooming in his chest in the wake of their joining. Her scent was strong still, tempting him, but he refrained as he ran his muzzle gently along the side of her face, looping around one ear and then down to her neck, his tongue briefly darting out to soothe where his fangs had previously gripped. After a moment he stepped away, a wry, almost arrogant smile twisting his scarred visage as he remembered her heated demands just before he’d mounted her. ”Perhaps now you won’t be so troublesome.”

Roka

[Roka]

Her words seemed to spur him on and he was almost frantic in his attempts to join with her. His teeth were sharp upon her neck digging into the skin there as he used his monumentous strength to hold her in place. He had drawn blood, but Roka had no thought for whatever would there would be from this encounter. She moved herself closer to him not content until there bodies were finally joined. There was no gentleness in the way he took her, his initial entrance forceful enough to make her grit her teeth against the pain. She hadn't expected any kind of tenderness from him, but he hadn't expected it to be so brutal wither. She was no small femme who couldn't take the pain, in fact a part of her craved it. Craved whatever potent mixture of pleasure and pain he was sharing with her. Taking large panting breaths she began to relax allowing herself to move along with him. His movements became more firm and faster in pace. He was drawing close to his peak and he was dragging her right along with him. She took what he gave and she reveled in these new feelings. All too soon his movements slowed and then stopped and she could feel his ragged breathing over her. Her muscles felt alive as her breathing matched his rapid pants. When he moved off of her she felt their fur rub together once again. She could barely smell anything but him on herself, even the scent of her heat faint.

He looked rather pleased with himself a smug grin lighting up his scarred face. If she hadn't enjoyed herself so thoroughly she would have snapped at him for that look. She could see the fire in his eyes as he scented her, the heat tempting him to take her again. Now that she knew what awaited her with their coupling she was eager to join with him again. Despite her willingness her body needed a break before it endured his large size again. Her heart was hammering in her chest and her lungs gulped down the air she took in. Her legs were worn out from holding not only her weight, but some of his. He rubbed his face against hers and she rumbled in contentment, almost as pleased with herself as he was. Roka nipped at his chin letting her tongue lick his throat, returning his show of affection. He was finally hers in every way that she could fathom and she couldn't help but grin at him. She allowed her fatigued body to regain it's bearings letting her rear settle on the ground. "You like me when I am troublesome. Otherwise where would the fun be." She enjoyed teasing him and the results of getting him all riled up were will worth the effort. She wondered what his reaction would be if he ever caught her with another male. He had been grumpy enough when he had found her with the ebony pup.

Despite the fact that she would never allow another male near her now that she had joined with Sabaoth she still considered the results. It would be explosive to say the least and it made her tremble with both fear and longing. He had been rough with the joining and yet Roka had enjoyed it, almost as if the pain had enhanced her feelings. "I am yours, just as you are mine." She gave him a few more licks before tugging on his fur again, this time hard enough to pull some of his fur out. She wanted to push him, make him burn again, just like she was burning. He would leave her soon, abandon her on the island right after claiming her. At least he would smell of her body even after he made the swim. That alone quelled any urges she had to make sure he remembered just who would be waiting for him when he got back. She knew that he was possessive and would not tolerate her around any other male, but the same went for her. He was hers now and she would not hesitate to release hell on earth if she ever found him sharing his attentions.

Sabaoth

[Sabaoth]

"You like me when I am troublesome. Otherwise where would the fun be."

This admission, coupled with the devious grin upon Roka’s maw, prompted a quiet chuckle from the brute. He would not argue with her, for she was correct; there was something so deliciously infuriating about her, and he found that he very much enjoyed wrestling her into submission. If one might have asked Sabaoth months ago what type of femme might catch his disinterested eye, he would never have thought that it would be one so…challenging. And yet here they were, panting and satisfied after their joining, belonging entirely to each other in every aspect.

The sharp sting of her pulling at his fur drew a growl from him as he lowered his head, nipping harshly at the fur behind her ear. A moment later she was claiming him with her words, and a deep rumble from within him served as his agreement. Never again would anyone doubt who she belonged to; her pelt was heavy with the scent of him.

His legs carried him away from her, halting near the pool of water. He paused to drink, enjoying the crispness of the liquid upon his tongue before lifting his head, droplets trickling down his muzzle as he slowly lowered his massive form to the bed of soft grass and moss surrounding the pool. His gaze flicked back to Roka then, and he gestured towards the space beside him as he commanded, ”Come here.” It could not be said that Sabaoth was an affectionate brute, and yet he yearned to feel her beside him, their fur mingling as it had so many times before. There was a very real possibility that he would not see her again for quite a while, unless he had time during the Agoge to make the swim back to Ina’mos and visit – which he doubted severely.

”It is not an easy life that you have volunteered for by following me here,” he told her, his voice quiet in the gloom of the night, the bass of it carrying it to her over the hum of the falls. ”I will be gone for some time, and it must happen each season – multiple times depending on the number of pups born. And you must stay here, to acquaint yourself with your home and learn the ways of Kairos.” There was little emotion offered in his tone, but he watched her for a reaction as he waited for her to join him by the water. He did not think that she would refuse – not when they had precious little time before he had to depart.

”When the Agoge is over, I will return, and I’ll be yours for months on end,” he told her, his lips quirking upwards into a vicious grin. ”I regret that I cannot stay now…but we will have ample time together to make up for that which is lost.”

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[Roka]

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[attr="class","pltxt"]Sabaoth tugged on the fur behind her ear before moving away to lap at the water below the falls. Roka took a minute to look around at the scenery surrounding them trying to memorize everything. This was the first and only male to ever take her body and she would accept no one else for the rest of her life, not for sentimental reasons, but because she had chosen him. She wasn't sure if she was a creature that could love, not after her previous life of hate and survival, but she couldn't deny that she was already fond of Sabaoth. She preferred his company above any other and even if he was a pain most occasions she couldn't deny her feelings. A small part of herself wanted to just leave this place and never look back, she had blindly put her faith and trust into this hulking male and she knew nothing about him. Knew of no previous life and he knew just as much about her as she did him. Perhaps she should have never come to this island, never made the swim, but to was too late for that now. With their joining she was his forever, she would never leave now that they had taken this step together. She wondered if there mating would come of anything, if it would result in offspring. A part of her hoped that it would so that she had yet another thing to bind her to him, but another part of her balked away at the thought of being a mother. Especially to his children for they would no doubt be just as much of a pain in her ass.

He laid there in the soft grass demanding that she join him and a part of her wanted to deny him that pleasure. That was until she remembered that he would be leaving her yet again. She took one step then another until she was standing before him. Leaning down she licked his maw before settling into the soft moss, considering his hulking frame took up so much she had to press up against him to get anything at all. He spoke of the agoge and how he would be gone for weeks and months at a time to teach the young ones of the pack. Roka could not fault him for in a pack everyone had to pull their own weight and contribute. Roka planned to make a place for herself here and start contributing as soon as she could. If he left her and she did become pregnant she wondered how long it would be until he returned to find his babes. Would they still be suckling or would they be old enough to call him father. "When has life ever been easy? I will learn to live here just like I have everywhere else." She would not cry over his departure, in fact she didn't feel the least but sad. She felt a little angry that he had satisfied the burning within her only to replace it with a deeper yearning, one that was possessive and volatile to the core. It was as if she couldn't survive without having more of him. "So it was your brilliant plan to fuck me than skip town? That is cruel to both of us." She growled only half kidding.

The thought of him in a foreign land did cause her a small hint of jealousy but that was until she reminded herself that the only wolves with him would be young ones as well as other males. Roka could only hope that she would plague his thoughts as much as he did hers. "That is for sure. There is something between us that will take more time than just these few precious moments to tame." Hopefully it would take them a lifetime to figure out what made the fire burn so brightly between them.

Sabaoth

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[Sabaoth]

Satisfaction settled within Sabaoth as Roka moved towards him, taking her rightful place at his side. The feeling of her side pressed against his own, her warmth seeping into him, elicited a quiet rumble of pleasure from the brute. She was no small femme by any means, outweighing many of the Kairos mothers, and yet still she was dwarfed by his bulk. Regardless of this, she’d handled his rough advances without so much as a complaint, and now as she spoke in response to his previous comments, she proved her strength further. She was no whining, simpering femme who protested against Sabaoth’s duties, and it was this that drew him to her nearly as much as anything else. His brother seemed to fancy small females; dainty, elegant wisps who made him look downright gargantuan in comparison. Perhaps Goliath would not understand why Sabaoth had chosen once such as Roka, with her scars and her upfront personality, but it was these imperfections that had drawn Sabaoth to her in the first place. She challenged him, and Sabaoth never turned down a challenge.

”So it was your brilliant plan to fuck me than skip town? That is cruel to both of us."

Deep laughter rumbled inside of his chest as he glanced towards her, cerulean gaze lit with satisfaction and amusement. ”If I ever tried something so foolish, I’m sure you’d hunt me down,” he murmured, the image of Roka hell-bent upon chasing him across the earth prompting a chuckle once more. It was easy enough to laugh about the matter, but deep down Sabaoth knew there was no fleeing from Roka, or she from him.

As she spoke again he nodded his agreement. He would think of her while he was on Vor’asa when he was not consumed by the task of training young warriors, and when he returned to her, he was sure that the flames that roared between them would burn more hotly than ever before. For now, Sabaoth knew it would not be long before the sun began to rise over the distant horizon, and he would enjoy the time he had left with his mate, no matter how little it may have been. With a quiet growl he nudged her, half-heartedly lifting his bulk to settle over her once more, a swift lick to her muzzle the only softness he offered her for the rest of the night.

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NOTES: end thread! <3 I had to get this posted before leaving to run some errands, so I hope it was okay that I went ahead and ended it!