Misery Loves Company [rapture][mature]

[legacy]

The only sound she could hear for miles was the gentle whistling of the evening breeze. Though the sun was still high, it was ever so slowly creeping towards the western horrizon. It would be dark soon. The stars would be smiling down at earth's inhabitants, the darkness wrapping them in its cool embrace. Legacy didn't care, however. She was too wrapped up in her inner most thoughts to take much heed of the passing sun or the wind that played about with her scent, casting it in the direction of unwelcome company.

August was upon Anikira, the summer preparing to fade into fall. The birthing season was wrapping up, and as young pups grew so did the Mexican' fae's depression. Legacy yearned for nothing more than a child of her own, having given up on the idea of romance long ago. If she could not love a male, she would use one. Unfortunately, her last attempt had resulted in no children. She was unsure as to the reason why she had not conceived, but for now she would not dwell on that. It had only been her first time, after all. Next mating season she was resolved to do better.

Now if only she could find a worthy and willing partner. The girl could be quite picky at times and was nothing short of shallow. Her own pelt was a beautiful arrangement of reds and creams. She would accept nothing less for her offspring, and as such was not above picking potential mates solely on looks. Personalities were molded, not inherrited. Besides... It was much harder to charm a well intentioned brute than it was some moral-less rogue. Legacy did not want a future. All she wanted was someone to love, no strings attacted. The way she saw things, the only way to acheive such a thing was through a child.

Laying her red caped head atop her paws, a sigh fell from her maw and caught on the breeze. Sure, it wasn't really the smartest thing to be laying in the middle of Chamoru Plains, unprotected and out in the open. Legacy just didn't care though. There was a sort of romantic allure in the ability to be a sitting duck. Should her presense attract danger, it would at least take the edge from her misery. Charming her way out of a sticky situation could prove interresting, reguardless of whether it was a male or female that crossed her path. If someone did stumble upon her, however, she hoped it wouldn't be someone sweet. Legacy wasn't sure she'd be able to stomach the happy sight of a mother with child, or even a chivalrous brute wishing to look out for her best interests.

[rapture]

[Ooc: I posted in Sloth's thread his departure. Just FYI.]

It had been a while since he'd traveled onto his path along the Chamoru Plains. The Acacia type tree was in view, a few yards away. The place where he first met Denali, where all this commotion first began. Rapture was in control for the most part, but his urges for sex was driving him to this place. Fiery eyes scouted the area, hoping Denali would be there. No such luck. "God dammit." Rapture spat under his breath. Looking around again and sniffing the air. 'Whenever I need something, it's never available.' Grumbling, Rapture didn't follow his path for once, instead, he headed off in a different direction.

Rapture knew; if he did find a female; that it wasn't mating season. But Rapture never cared about a female, he'd never love. He'd just get what he wanted then leave her to carry his offspring. Pups, something else he never cared about before. If he ever came in contact with his own offspring, he'd kill them all and take in the female once again. There was only one occurrence of that happening in the past, but Rapture has yet to recall who and what the female looked like. But looking on the past, padding up the hill decorated with yellow flowers. On top of the hill, looking out across the Chamoru Plains, but something intriguing caught his sights.

"Oh lordy, you haven't failed me after all." Eyes focused on a single small female wolf playing in the flowers. Rapture's hormones kicked into gear once more, slowly slinking through the tall grass towards the female of his familiar breed. "What a lucky son of a bitch I am..." Rapture muttered, closing in on the Mexican fae. Stepping through the grass, his body covered in many assorted blood types. Rapture growled, a smirk on his face, eyes narrowed as he eased closer. Placing a single paw on the femora's tail, for once someone he could take advantage of that was smaller than himself. "Well hello there."

[legacy]

Tan lids lazily drooped over her lusterous orbs. Legacy wasn't really tired, but she had nothing better to do. She wasn't in the mood to wander at the moment, and time was passing too slowly for her liking. She saw no harm in taking a little nap. Sure, it probably wasn't the smartest idea seeing as she was right in the open, able to to be found by anyone. Being a sitting duck had a certain romantic allure though. Danger was thrilling, exciting. Sitting around moping in her own misery definately was not.

Unfortunately, her position up wind did nothing to aide her. Despite only slumbering lightly, the femme picked up on no subtle clues as to the danger lurking behind her. Thus, her nap was rather short lived. A light weight pressed against her tail, causing her eyes to snap open. Her body went tense, though she made no sudden movements. Legacy did not yelp aloud or leap to her paws. There was no fun in spooking. Instead, ever so slowly she raised her head and tilted it to look over her shoudler. The voice that fell from the brutes maw sent a shudder down her spine, but the sight before her eyes was enough to make her smirk. Even with the blood stains the boy was rather handsom. Now to have a little fun and find out just how stupid he truly was...

"That's not very nice," she practically purred, only a sharp jerk needed to free her tail. Tucking the offended appendage into her side was the only move she made, other than relaxing her muscles as she exhaled. The fae saw no reason in being afraid. Fear would only add to her usually sour mood. Flirting, on the other hand... Flirting her way out of this rather sticky situation could be exactly the pick-me-up she needed. It was certainly the more amusing option, that was for sure. "Now why don't you start from the beginning and try again?"

Brown eyes had started at the Mexican male's paws and slowly traveled up his legs and chest until finally finding his face and locking onto orange orbs. Vaguely she wondered as to the cause for all that blood soiling his pretty pelt. The reason wasn't all that important though. Maybe it'd end up a topic for conversation. Or if the brute was really lucky, maybe she'd offer to clean him up a bit. Of course, that all depended on good behaviour. Legacy wouldn't play the sweetheart if he didn't play the gentleman.

[rapture]

Powerplaying accepted.

A gust of wind brushed through his thick matted fur, fiery eyes staring down at the Mexican femora before him. Tension in his abdomen resumed teasing Rapture, but a little toy time with the female would be fun. His claws kneading into her tail, then she quickly pulled if from under his grasp and spoke. Rapture was intrigued by this female's reaction towards him, she didn't seem phased by his bloody appearance at all. "I don't care." Rapture replied back to her, a rumbling growl forming in his throat while a bloody smile on face.

"Now why don't you start from the beginning and try again?" Her voice rang in his ears, Rapture began to get slightly frustrated. He didn't want to make small talk, he didn't want to make a friend, and he didn't want to love this female. Rapture just wanted her physically, then leave her. "How about you not tell me what to do." Spacing out each word, spitting them out with venom. Licking his lips, his posture hunched and eyes wide and crazed.

Words couldn't describe Rapture's feelings at this moment. For one, the Mexican brute hated being told what to do, especially by a smaller female. And secondly, anger and horniness were not a good combination, he'd have to roughen up this bitch a little bit. "Lets quit with the chat and get to business..." Rapture snapped, hovering over the Mexican female with an annoyed sneer. Placing the same paw on her left hip, shoving with his weight until she laid on her side. Sliding forward in a untouched pin down, Rapture stood quietly over the female, licking his lips and bringing his face close to hers with a short cackle. "Now then, shall we make this quick and painless, or slow and extremely painful?"

[legacy]

Legacy's head slid side to side in a slow shake. This boy was not scoring any brownie points with her, reguardless of how good he looked. Then again, he did seem overly eager for her company. If he really did want her the way she thought he wanted her, that could have its advantages. Too bad it wasn't mating season. Had it been, she would have had no concerns. As it was, the brute's personality was doing nothing to turn her on and Legacy had no intention of letting him rape her.

"That's really no way to treat a lady," she hummed, deciding it wiser to not struggle as he forced her onto her side. From her new vantage point she could clearly read the desperatism in his expression, and that thought made her smile. If he needed her help that baddly then maybe, just maybe, she'd let him have what he wanted. Legacy needed him to play by her rules though. Just because she wanted a brute with no strings attached did not mean she didn't have her own strings holding her in place. Mating was not a game to the Mexican fae. It was not something done purely for sport or fun. The purpose for mating was to produce offspring, and though her chances were far greater during mating season, there was still a slim chance this encounter would leave her with young, right?

She could feel his warm breath against her skin as he face drew near; she watched as he hungrily licked his lips. Briefly the realization that pups with this stranger would be purebred filckered though her mind, sending a sting of desire through her. Okay, so maybe he could get her on his good looks alone... The lust was only fleeting, however, as once again his speech left something to be greatly desired. The brute could turn her off even quicker than he could turn her on. A pity really, for she really had been considering letting him have his fun.

Her head craned up slightly, bringing her nose close enough so that her words were nothing more than a whisper in his ear. "That really depends on whether or not you think you can actually do something with me all the way down here." Then she bit him, hard, teeth sinking into the tender skin of his aud as she lowered her head back to the ground. After a moment she released her grip, head tilting to one side as she gazed up at him through half-lidded eyes. Though she still lay beneath him, she in no way felt trapped. For him to have the most fun he really would have to let her up. "Though if you'd like to talk business, as you called it, I'm sure we could come to some sort of agreement. You shouldn't get to have all the fun." She may not have been ready at the moment, but should he agree to exactly what she had in mind... There was no telling exactly what a chance to fulfill her dreams would do to Legacy, with or without mating season.

[rapture]

Rapture didn't care about this female's feelings. He didn't care it was off season either. He was determined to get what he wanted, wanting her to suffer his wrath, wanting her to scream for him to get away and to stop hurting her. But this female, was completely different, and not giving him the response he wanted from her. She wasn't struggling, and she was completely calm in this situation. "That's really no way to treat a lady," She spoke, a growl formed in his throat, ignoring her remark. Continuing to stand over the Mexican femora, her acts stunning Rapture in many ways possible.

Her whispering in his torn ear were only murmurs, his hormones blocking out any sign of intelligence, though, Rapture's intelligence wasn't fully developed anyhow. But through her breath in his aud, a piercing pain heated his ear, gaining back in reality as the bitch actually bit him. Lowering herself back and bringing his face down also, Rapture growled, purred in sound. The pain, was nearly as good as when he actually got that chunk taken out of his ear many ears ago. By a femme who fought back, was suffering and struggling to get away.

A single bubble of crimson formed where she had bitten, a smirk formed on his face as she spoke again. "An agreement?" Rapture snorted, but widened his eyes with pleasure as she mentioned him getting all the fun. But if she was willing for him to have his way with her, what was the fun in that? "Tell me female, what this agreement is all about." Rapture snapped, licking his lips as the warm blood trickled slowly towards the tip of this ear. Rapture still wondered if this female was still worth his time.

[legacy]

"Mmm, try Legacy. Female is just so impersonal." She hadn't missed the purred growl in his voice when she'd bit him, and that dark smirk on his maw told her she had this brute right where she wanted him. He would listen, and ultimately comply. After all, what brute wouldn't jump on the offer she was about to make? That blood stained Mexican really had no clue what he'd gotten himself into by chosing Legacy as a target. It may have looked like he held all the power, but the fae was positive she was the one currently in control.

Deciding it was about time to get up, Legacy placed a paw on the brute's chest and pushed just enough to allow herself to wiggle free. With poise and grace she rolled to her stomach and rose to her paws in one fluid motion. She then stepped much to close to the male, her head tilting to one side as she eyed him through her lashes. Though her body was not ready for what she was about to do, and she would probably regret her actions later... Legacy was an excellent actress. She would fake it now in order to get what she wanted when the time was right.

Taking another step foreward, she ever so slowly nuzzled her maw into the stranger's chest. A smirk again crossed her muzzle as her jaws parted just enough to let her soft tongue roughtly cleanse a small section of his pelt of dried blood. A moment later she pulled away, lazily rubbing against the entirity of his side as she began to circle him. "Mating out of season isn't much fun for us femmes," she began, every step she took slow and deliberate as she pressed her side against his. "You're desperate for me, yet I don't really want you. There's gaurenteed to be a certain degree of pain..." At the word pain she was directly behind him. To accent the word she sank her fangs into his rump, nipping the skin roughly before continuing up his other side. "...involved on my part. So if you have your fun now, can we play again in winter? I'd like to have my own fun with you."

Crouching down, she wriggled her way beneath the brute's stomach and forced her head and shoulders between his two front legs. She crawled foreward on her belly just enough to twist her head back to look up at him. Her eyes glistened with mischeif as once again she was trapped beneath him, a seductive smile on her maw. "What do ya say, big boy? Wanna tell me your name? My last partner said I'm a screamer." Truth or fiction, they'd probably find out soon enough. Legacy was too disgusted with her own selfish behaviour to so much as summon even an ounce of arousal. All this to ensure a chance for gorgeous pups come next mating season? The Mexican fea really had hit a new low. The only thing she was sure of at the moment was that the brute would never know of her new found low.

[rapture]

The Mexican brute licked his lips thoroughly, the permanent tingly taste of iron in the blood soaked through his mug was always pleasing. Her words were processed into his mind, 'Legacy,must be her name...' Rapture grinned, eyes narrowed with enjoyment. Her movements caused unsureness as she pressed a paw to get away. 'Yes...Fight to get away...' But his desperate grin faded into a smug grimace as she weightlessly managed away from him, but walked towards the brute.

'She's just playing games, she can't really be serious...' Rapture, by this time, was growing impatient and confused. Legacy wasn't afraid of him at all, nor was he towards her. The Mexican fae was seducing the brute, batting her lashes at him, nuzzling into his chest and running her core against his. 'What is her deal? Maybe she needs to be taught a lesson...' As much as Rapture enjoyed the attention, he can't stand a female enjoying her time as well. He had to be in control with everything, he won't let her get away with this...

"Mating out of season isn't much fun for us femmes. You're desperate for me, yet I don't really want you. There's guaranteed to be a certain degree of pain..." Rapture kept his fiery orbs on her every move, but once she reached behind him she was out of view. Yet, another sharp pain was inflicted on his rear end. Rapture groaned in a pleasing way, he loved how she hurt him. It felt nice. "Mmmm... Go on." He whispered gruffly as she released. "...involved on my part. So if you have your fun now, can we play again in winter? I'd like to have my own fun with you."

This agreement was not one to be expected at all. She was allowing him to take her right now? And in the future for offspring? Rapture personally didn't like pups, but free sex was good enough for him. The Mexican brute stood tall, orange pools watching her, feeling her crawl underneath him. Looking down and spying that she was looking back from between his front, scarred limbs. The right position she was in for him to take her, but her voice spoke out once more. "What do ya say, big boy? Wanna tell me your name? My last partner said I'm a screamer."

Closing his eyes and sighing with contentiousness, he didn't care at this point if she wanted this or not. She did say there would be pain for her, and that would have to be enough for him. "Rapture." He simply stated, lowering his body on top of hers, grazing his rough stained crimson tongue along her soft coated neck. "And I say, if I can f*** you whenever I want to. I'm perfectly fine with the idea." He exhaled with a raspy moan and swallowed hard. "And if you feel pain, I'm expecting you to scream... a lot."

Rapture didn't insert himself inside her just yet, she would have to feel his own wrath, his own foreplay. Before sex, he just had to know how she tasted. Sliding his tongue towards the base of her neck, his fangs sank in, piercing the skin until it oozed the savory smell and taste of her blood. Once the scent hit, Rapture's hormones kicked into gear once again. Gliding his tongue over where he had bitten, absorbing the bitter taste with his tongue. "Mmm... Oh yeah. That's perfect..."

Rapture continued to graze his canines across her neck and back, along her spine until backing himself to reach the base of her tail. Keeping his orange eyes and ears all on her, in case she resided to an attack for what he was about to do. Her seasonal scent wasn't portrayed, simply because she wasn't in heat. It didn't mean that Rapture couldn't taste her there anyways. Without making any sounds, he slowly nestled his muzzle under her tail, gathering the scent and taste of her, moaning in pleasure in the process. Then swiftly nudging her tail to the side as he stepped forward again on top of her. Now, he argued whether to wait for her magic words, or take her for himself without any say on Legacy's part.

[legacy]

Though she was in the right spot, she wasn't quite in the right position. She'd have to stand up for him to take her. That didn't seem to be a problem yet though, for Rapture's body lowered so that he lay atop her, his tongue caressing her neck in rough strokes. Legacy let out an involuntary moan, the feel of him so teasingly close it was enough to distract her from the force of his weight. Ready or not for the final course, she was indeed enjoying the forplay. "Whatever you want, baby. You're the boss..."

Her voice hitched and trailled off as he began to move backward, his mouth leaving a moist trail down her fur. If he was going to be so tender, maybe she could forgive herself for allowing such a disgusting deal to occur. Or not... Sharp fangs pierced the excess skin on her neck, drawing blood. Legacy jumpped up with a startled yelp, brown eyes wide as she tried to wrench herself from his grasp. Of course, struggling only made the sudden pain worse and his name rolled from her lips in a stretched out whine. "Raaaap-tureee!"

Legacy continued to whimper as he drank her blood, the feel of sharp incisors grazing her back sending a chill down her spine. Her body trembled as he continued to move backwards, a mixture of fear and extasey. What she was allowing to happen both terrified and disgusted her, and had it not been for the fact that his tongue felt so good she was sure she would have wretched.

Finally, Rapture was off of her and standing completely behind her. The fae could not control the tremors of her body as his nose prodded around in places it did not belong. She felt his tongue graze her teasingly, tasting her in the most intimate manner as he inhaled deeple. Her legs were locked in place, unable to move no matter how much she willed them. Her mind was made up. At the cost of her dignity she would go through with this no matter what. She just wished he would hurry up and get it over with. The more he teased her the more anxious she became. Anticipation was hell for her, especially when she was filled by nothing but dread.

"Whatcha waitin' for big boy? This is your lucky day." Her voice was hoarse as she choked out the words, eyes clampped tightly shut as she waited for Rapture to seriously begin. Suddenly he was on her again, her tail pinned against her side. She could feel him dangling near her entrace, brushing against her without actually entering. In a way it pleased her knowing how desperately he wanted her. That wasn't enough though. That little fact could not drive away the guilt, the despair, the disgust at what she knew was about to happen. All Legacy could do was stand there and take it, and if need be she'd fake it a little as well. The ball was officially in Rapture's court. So long as he held her trapped beneath him, he had all the power. And, as much as she hated it, the fae was going to let that brute abuse his power from sundown to sunup if he so desired. That is... if he ever stopped being such a tease.

[rapture]

For all the Mexican brute knew, she was struggling to enjoy her pain. Either faking it or not, Rapture could care less. Her voice fueled him, when she whined his name while he bit into her neck to taste her blood, all of it was just perfect. Rapture just wanted to eat her all up... Literally. The smell of her fur, her area, the taste of her blood, her area, all the scents and tastes continued to repeat in his head as he memorized them.

Then, her charming voice rang in his ears as he stood over her. "Whatcha waitin' for big boy? This is your lucky day." Rapture sighed contently, which was her Que to begin. Lowering his head down, grabbing her scruff roughly as he forced her to rise from where she laid. His hind leg craning her lower half upward as well. He didn't care if he inflicted pain on the fae, and he figured she stuck around this long to not care either. The pink flesh carelessly caressed her, searching for her core. His teeth clenched tighter onto the skin of Legacy's neck as he roughly jerked himself inside the Mexican female.

How the brute missed the feeling inside a female as his member stroked inside Legacy. Though this time she may not enjoy it so much, she promised Rapture he could come around for sex anytime, right? Especially during the mating season coming up in the Winter. For every time he thrusted inside her, his teeth sank in deeper into her scruff, causing even more blood flow to swim inside his mouth, which also caused him to get even more worked up. Groaning with pleasure as his member made its way deeper inside, beginning to swell, filling her walls and pressuring himself even further. It began to grow more difficult to thrust, the painful feeling was creating more excitement for Rapture, her moaning and tension was just enough for him to finish the process.

Her blood slithered through her pure coat, staining it with dark crimson. Rapture had yet to release his grip from her scruff until the deed was done. And when he finally reached his climax was when the sharp tugging at her skin began to occur. Snarling, tearing at her flesh with pleasure as her blood dripped inside his mouth. Rapture couldn't hold it any longer, with a final, hard thrust, the Mexican brute tied with Legacy as he began climaxing inside of her. His possible future children, though would be highly rare for them to be produced off season.

Panting, but refusing to let the pain subside just yet on Legacy's part. Rapture tugged at his lower half, forcing the tie to be broken, which would cause extreme pain if broken when not ready to be. With his front paws on her rump, Rapture pushed at her while his back legs kicked off as well. He shouted with pain, growled and thrashed about. The pain in his erection was swelled inside her walls, but being forced out of her. He couldn't imagine the pain she must have felt, and didn't bother to wonder if she'd change her mind afterward. But this pain felt so good, he couldn't stop moaning even after his member left her body.

The feeling to just collapse and rest was very tempting for Rapture, but the right thing for him to do was just to leave her there in her pain and misery. But Rapture stuck around for a little while, sitting down and cleaning himself up thoroughly. A smirk crossed his maw, watching the the Mexican fae suffer in pain, and Rapture knew he'd be feeling pain in his abdomen for a long while. It might even be painful to urinate. Oh how life was perfect for the time being. "What do ya say, am I good enough to crawl back to?" Rapture chuckled softly, her blood stained on his maw and eyes narrowed towards her.

[legacy]

"You asked for this. You asked for this. You asked for this..." The words repeated over and over in her mind as the male began to writhe above her. Again she cried out as sharp incisors sunk into her tender flesh, her body forced upwards and more fully beneath Rapture's. She could feel the blood pooling within his mouth, sliding down her neck and matting in her fur. He hadn't even began and already Legacy was regretting the deal she'd made. Was so much pain really the price for gorgeous offspring?

The feel of him searching for her treasure failed to stir any permanent feelings of arousal. Though Mexicans were small compared to other breeds, the tender flesh pressing against her rump was anything but. Rapture really was a big boy. Had she been able to turn her mind off, able to stop dwelling on the negative, maybe this experience wouldn't have been so bad. As it was, her mind had begun to blow everything out of proportion. The pain in her neck was making her see red, and the fear of what was to come made her moan in terror.

Fangs sank deeper into her flesh as finally she was impaled upon the brute. He rammed her from behind, his grip on her neck further pulling himself into her. "F***! Raaapture, go~d!" Her voice was a mangled scream of pain as he practically clawed his way inside of her. She couldn't tell which penetrated her more fully, his teeth or his penis. Both seemed to sink deeper with every one of the male's thrusts. It didn't help that her body was wound more tightly than a ball of twine, refusing to accomodate the growing member inside of her.

Rapture seemed to take her body's rejection as a challenge. He was relentless, the feel of him overwhelming. Eventually, the pain was too much for Legacy. Her front legs buckled, dropping her to her knees. This only egged the brute on as he held her rear firmly in place, loving her like no one ever had before. Her whimpers were incessent as a tie began to finally form, and silently she was thankful that it was almost over and done with. Then she could go wallow in her own misery and count the days till mating season. "Rap!" The cry was sharp, a boardline howl as she felt his final thrust. Though she herself felt no climax, she reveled in the feel of his warm seed spilling inside of her. Maybe pain was the prelude to good fortune, and she would be pleasantly surprised by unexpected pups.

"Rapture," she murmered again, relief flooding her voice at the thought of being finished. All they had to do was wait out the tie, and then they could go their seperate ways. Or so she thought... She'd barely been given a minute of rest before the brute began squirming on top of her again. She whimpered in fright as pain sudden shot through every fiber of her being, originating from where the two wolves became one. Rapture was trying to break free, and unlike Legacy he was enjoying every minute of it.

The pain he'd inflicted on her neck was nothing compared to what she was feeling now. His claws raked down her back, pushing her down as he tried to free himself. Every jerk of his body sent another nausiating wave of pain through her, tears form in her eyes and trickling down her muzzle. She was tossed around like a ragdoll as he thrashed more violently to get out of her than he had to get in. Her cries could be heard for miles as she screamed her discomfort; her body felt as if it was being torn in two.

Finally she was free of this sick and twisted bastard. She had no strength to remain upright, falling into the dirt unceremoniously. Legacy continued to cry as she lay in a mess of blood and semen, her body on fire. That was officially the worst experience of her young life, and yet she knew she'd end up putting herself through it again. Legacy somehow still had her pride, and she intended to keep her deal with this devil. So he played a little rough. Rapture was still gorgeous and completely noncommital. In what way did her feelings matter if shoving them aside got her exactly what she wanted?

His voice once again tickled her ears, bile rising in her throat. She had to choke down her own vomit as she forced her head up. Ever so slowly she turned to lock her gaze on his, every muscle in her body protesting the movement. Legacy truly would travel through Hell and back to have a child. Her voice was like ice as she gave her retort, eyes sparkling with unshed tears. Though it lacked the flirty tone from earlier, it was hard to miss the fact that she was dead serious. "I hope you come for me in winter like you came for me today." She didn't care whether he got the innuendo or not. Instead she laid her head back atop her paws, hoping he wouldn't linger much longer so she could suffer her breakdown in peace.

[rapture]

After cleaning himself, Rapture rose to his quads, not as easily as he used to, but managed. A mid life crisis wouldn't be much of a problem for Rapture, he was almost as healthy as any younger wolf. Except for his minor problems, eating disorders and blood obsessiveness, another five years could look bright for him. But it'd be highly unlikely. The short disappearance from the band of rogues was worthwhile, he had free, amazing, painful sex with a pretty fae of his breed, and nothing else mattered.

Pacing around the flowered fields, circling Legacy in a haunting manner. Legs and joints stretching and popping, though in his groin area throbbed with pain with each lift of the leg. Grinding his teeth together with a fowl sneer on his maw as he eyed the Mexican female sob in a mess of her own fluids and some of his. She finally managed to choke out a response to his question, which only made him exciting for mating season. "I hope you come for me in winter like you came for me today." Rapture rolled his eyes at her silly pun, it made him chuckle slightly.

"Of course Princess, anytime." Rapture said flatly, emotionless. There was no meaning in his words, he had no feelings for this female, but what did it matter. She gave him free sex anytime, all she needed to do was call for him and he'd be there. For now, Rapture knew it'd be best to head back to the group before they noticed he was gone. "And now that I got what I wanted, I shall be on my way." Without any other forms of saying goodbye, or without another glance at the suffering female, Rapture trotted off back to the rouge gang.

[legacy]

Legacy let her eyes slide closed as the beast she now called lover dared to circle her. She couldn't begin to fathom how he enjoyed suffering through such pain. She knew her body wasn't the only one that was sore beyond belief; the severed tie had affected them both. Where she seemed to wallow, however, Rapture revelled. Even with an inconvenienved walk the brute still managed to prance around like some deranged prince. All she could do was lay there while her body throbbed, silently wishing he'd leave her to sulk in her misery.

It was quite the odd companionship the two had just forged. Had Rapture really gotten what he'd wanted, just like he'd said? Or, had Legacy gotten exactly what she'd asked for? She hadn't put herself through such torture just for the fun of it. She'd had a purpose, a purpose she clung to with tooth and nail. If that dreadful demon meant purebred pups then so be it. She'd f*** him for all he was worth and then some. Rapture was exactly what she wanted. He was committed to being non-committed. He could have his fun with her whenever he pleased, no strings attached. Except... there were many, many strings attached. The pair had unwitting just become mates, in a way. Their meeting was for procreation; their parting held the promis of another rendezvous. There was no love between them yet they each saw no problem with using the other for personal gain. Rapture would have his fun and eventually Legacy would get her pups.

The Mexican femora paid little attention to his departing words and offered none of her own. She currently did not have the strength to clean up. Pain was shutting down her mind, and right now she wanted nothing more than to force all memory of that dreadful event out of her mind. Legacy did not watch him leave either. He was her f***-buddy, nothing more. Whatever trouble Rapture got himself into when not with her was none of her concern. She wouldn't even care if he had himself another fae or two before crawling back to her come mating season. He wasn't hers and would never be hers. To Legacy, all he was was another pretty face, someone with the genetic potential to grant her deepest desire. Yes, she would see him again. No, she would not think on the days until their next meeting in Hell.

Silent tears finally fell as Rapture dissapeared on the horizon. Her heart was as heavy as her aching, exhausted muscles. Legacy had no control over her emotions presently. Her misery flowed freely, failing to ease any of her physical pain but greatly releiving her of emotional baggage. Eventually she drifted off into a dark, dreamless void. Her body shut down, using sleep to recover. It would not heal her, but it would give her the strength to live through at least tomorrow. The fae lived her life one day at a time, knowing that another sunrise meant another chance for a better life. Even she could have a bit of optimisim in her pessimistic world.

->severalhourslater.

Eventually she awoke, every muscle sore an stiff. She ached to her core and stunk to the high heavens. It was an effort to rise, whimpers falling from her maw as she stretched her back and legs. Rapture's scent still consumed her, no amount of licking enough to cleanse her of his presence. Eventually the stench of sex would fade, becoming nothing more than another bitter memory. Until then, she finally forced herself up to all fours. Every step was painful, but right now her desire for fresh water and food, and possibly shelter outweighed the horror that had been the last few hours.