With the mating season drawing to a close, Legacy had decided she'd spent enough time away from home. Home... If she really could call Kamari that. Was it her home? Nothing but awful things had happened there since she'd joined, many of which were instigated by herself. She'd gone crawling there after making her morbid deal with that bastard. Then, while out looking for her he'd managed to kill one of her pack mates and turn a second against her. That second female was dead now to... During the war he'd knocked her up (which she'd soon learned really wasn't what she'd always wanted out of life). The only reason Zethrox had let her remain within Haishin's borders was because that monster murdered his own kin. She wasn't even sure if Terror was a blessing or a curse anymore. Her son was full grown now; the older he got the more the pack try to take him away from her. He needed to learn independence, they said. Hah! Would they be doing the same thing once Revan's pups were of age?
Revan... A growl rumbled deep within the Mexican's chest. That prissy little bitch had gone and gotten herself knocked up and what happens? "Oh Revan, congratulations!" No one had made a big fuss about her bastard offspring. Not that Legacy had actually stuck around long enough to find out what had happened. After that day Revan had intruded upon her little bath, she hadn't been home since. Part of it was because she didn't want to return.
Sure, the north was a bit too cold for her liking. It was nice though. There weren't too many others around to bother her. For free lands, they were awfully quiet. She didn't have to worry about being present for the birth of those stupid little mixed-breed pups (at least when she whored herself out it was to a same species male). The fact that she hadn't seen hide nor hair of that bastard Rapture was just a plus.
It was ironic really. For so long she had been the reason she remained in Haishin. Her excuse to the pack was "for protection." But, how protective could it be considering there were multiple occasions in which Rapture waltzed right into the territory just to screw with her. Hah, protection! She stayed in Kamari because it was convenient. That bastard always knew where he could find her, and she never regretted it quite enough to turn him down. Truth be told she rather enjoyed their violent encounters. Unfortunately, it had taken the sight of him about to f*** some other bitch to realize just how deeply down the hole she'd fallen.
She'd run then, ran away from all of it. She left Akihra to be raped, unable to face the reality of her situation. She'd fled to the north in another failed attempt to cleanse her body and her soul. She'd told the awful truth to some poor kid trying to find himself, saddling him with the burden only she had a right to carry. Then she'd spent the remainder of the season wandering about the norther lands in freedom. Needless to say, it was rather peaceful. The days she managed to not dwell on herself were days spent not thinking at all.
The only reason she was going back now was because of her son. She missed Terror. Never before had they been apart for so long. He was probably missing her too. She wanted to see him, coddle him, know that he was okay and that the pack was taking good care of him. The pack had wanted her to give him his space, let him develop on his own. Well, now that they'd gotten their wish she was ready to take her son back. Legacy just hoped that slipping back into the lands of Kamari would be as easy as it had been to slip out.
They've made a pact, so where did that bitch run off too? As he aged, all his senses and mentality were slowly diminishing– however his sense of smell and memory of Legacy's perfume hadn't escaped his mind. He had followed her for days– weeks even. Just tracking– stalking his prey. Yes, that Mexican bitch was his live prey and since they had kept a promise to each other he had no choice but to pick up the pace and find his female. As he moved onward, her scent was becoming more and more potent with each gated stride. Rapture knew he was getting close, so close that her paw prints were imprinted in the grass he walked on. Not only was Rapture disappointed in her departure at their previous meeting; being interrupted by a couple frisky females. Rapture was fairly blunt to realize that Legacy left because she was pissed off at him for mounting another female– But when did Rapture ever care about another wolf's feelings? And to add, when did Legacy have strong feelings towards him?
Safe to say Rapture barred a few extra scars to his collection, the two females had some fight in them for being youngsters. Nevertheless, the Mexican brute didn't mind the pain in his flanks and shoulders, he was hating to admit he was aging but he blamed the wounds and not his age. He wore the blood proudly around his mane and face– fiery eyes scanning the lush green hills for any trace of Legacy. If not her form sound, it was the scent that led him here. His nares flared again, held to the sky as he pinpointed her location. Just up and over that hill, she appeared to be alone which was always a good thing. He was rather surprised to of caught up the the fae this quickly– he had been sore after all and kept his pace on the slower side, regardless he his search was dwindling to a close. He would soon have his prize, take what's his and leave again. A mundane task that happened twice a year, every year until he no longer existed.
His serrated gait carried the bloody Mexican to the top of the hill, panting as he reached his peak– rather tired from his expedition. But it didn't go to waste, because Rapture was in luck– Legacy was in plain sight now. A wry smirk fell upon his lips, eyes wild with craze as he targeted his female, stepping jaggedly down the steep slope. "Leeeegaaaacy~" His gritty voice droned out in a low, howling tone as he slowly approached his female with caution. She was unpredictable, but he knew she longed for him. It was peaking around the ends of mating season, she was still in heat. Even if she wasn't, he'd still take her forcefully with little hesitation. "Where did you run off too, baby? I was only saving the best for last," He explained, trailing his snout along her spine while hissing the word 'whore' in her ear. He could smell the other males on her, but he was far from jealous. She could do what she wanted, and he would do what he wanted. It was just how their relationship was supposed to be, nothing more or less.
The sound of a familiar voice call her name caught her ears much sooner than she would have liked. Rapture. The bastard had caught up to her. From her spot along the base of one of the hills she never bothered to look up. A slight twitch of her ear was the only indication she'd heard him. The rest of her kept moving forward, headed home, pretending to ignore him. This time, the Mexican male would not have her. She had long since made that her resolve.
Unfortunately, his chosen path of descent made her current trail bring the two of them closer that much faster. She only stopped moving when he touched her, blood running cold and flesh heating all at the same time. She didn't want to admit to the strange attraction to them anymore, the fact that she enjoyed their brutal encounters. She wanted her body to deny the sensation of longing he caused within her. She hated the fact that the mating season was practically over and Rapture really was the best she could do.
"Whore," he whispered? Hah! She may have felt like a wretched, filthy whore but in reality she had been faithful. Dreidoj had stood her up, showing more interest in old Zethrox. And as for Dura, well, she hadn't had the heart to play with him like that. So while their scents may have lingered on her, inside the Mexican still owned every little bit of her. She was still his, and the fact that he was no longer hers only added to her revulsion.
A snarl rang true in her throat as she jerked away from him, tail raised in dominance. Her hackles were raised, fangs barred as she glared at him, shifting her stance every time he tried to near her in order to keep him at bay. "Best for last?" she scoffed, disdain and jealously sinking into her expression. "I was waiting for you, wanting you, needing you, and how do you repay me? You f***ed some young harlot in front of me. You made your choice, Rapture. We're through."
Legacy had carefully chosen her words, hoping their weight would sink into his thick skull. They weren't a complete lie; she did look forward to their dangerous liaisons. But maybe he would see how big a mistake he'd made. Her body had been craving his since the season started, and when they finally had some time together he had left her high and dry. The female was horny and bitter and if he wanted her this time he would not have her without a fight. This time she would be doing the blue-balling.
Rapture cautiously watched the Mexican female lurched away, studying her imperious behavior towards him. Hair standing on end, tail raised in authority, and baring her fangs? My, my, someone woke up on the wrong side of the den today! Rapture merely smiled in response– his posture calm yet careful. Besides, Legacy was one of his most unpredictable partners he'd ever had. She'll be enjoying herself but hating it all the same, not that Rapture particularly cared about her feelings to begin with. She was just another bitch to fuck, although her rant about her desperate needs for him had the brute feel a little flustered on the idea. Wasn't it her idea just to let them do as they pleased without any mutual relationship being involved? Legacy has allegedly allowed herself to develop further feelings for the bastard?
Rapture's laughter thundered through the rolling hills of Nyjoro.
"Oh no, dear, we are most certainly not through." His words was serenely smooth, yet the voice tainted with a coarse intonation as his smile dissolved into a dangerous smirk. Yellow-stained teeth bared to match hers, and while he wasn't acting dominate– he was the one in charge of their fucked up affair, she had just affirmed it. The larger wolf faltered his steps as he moved forward, as in attempt to block her path; not as if she was going anywhere to begin with. Rapture didn't travel all this way just to be turned down– that just simply wouldn't do! He either got what he wanted or... Actually, that was the only option.
"You're stuck with me bitch until I say so, it's futile to break this bond now just because you're a little pissy~" Rapture replied in a sing-song tone, flicking his torn ear as his fiery orbs glittered in anticipation. Was she going to fight him this time? Would this be a forceful matter, to get what he wanted? To be on the safe side, she wanted him. There was no way of getting around it. His pink tongue grazed against bloodied chops as he fixed his eyes on hers, daring her to make a move. "Now, are you just playing hard to get?" His question was up in the air just based on her standpoint and defensive exterior. He chuckled though, bowing his head further as his tail lashed side to side. "You can't resist me Legacy, deny all you want... You need me."
His laughter brought a soft growl out of her. Legacy took a step back, trying to find a spot to force herself past him. The big oaf was doing a find job of blocking her though. Every time she moved, he moved too. If she wasn't careful, he was going to back her right up against a wall. The section of hill she had been passing was corroded by the weather, it's surface steeper and more difficult to climb than certain parts of the land. And every time he cut off her path, Rapture was pushing her closer to this natural blockade. She needed to find an escape and fast.
Though her face did not show the panic masquerading under her skin. Mostly the only emotion she was showing was lusty anger. He was right. She couldn't deny that she wanted him. Her skin had heated just at the sight of that beautiful bloodstained face of his. Her body had been denied its pleasure for far too long. A part of her ached for him. The female was just thankful that ache was not yet great enough to overcome her fury.
"The only thing I need is for you to rot in hell." The glare in her eyes was like ice despite the fact that she was moving more like a caged rabbit every second. When finally her rump brushed against the side of the hill, Legacy realized that she had no chance of running. The Mexican demon was relentless, and in her vulnerable state she was losing any power she used to have.
Growling again, she finally decided on her course of action. "Why don't you be a good boy and go die in a ditch?" Lunging forwards, her jaws parted to reveal glistening teeth. She knew all about the male's passion for pain; attacking him was probably futile. But he was in a pretty sorry looking state at the moment... Maybe if she hit him hard enough a couple of times it would be enough to buy herself a chance at freedom. At the moment she was aimed for his front flank, ready to tear into his tender shoulder upon contact. Given their closeness, there was very little chance for him to dodge.
Despite his old injuries and aging joints, Rapture had managed to keep up with her movements– keeping the female in place as he tangoed with the bitch to keep her from running off. The smirk plastered on his face had only enhanced in a bloodcurdling manner as her threatening words entered his ears. It was useless, she couldn't escape now nor would he ever take her advice. He had another few good years on him; unless something unexpected would have happened to of ended his life short. Regardless, the war had done nothing since he barely participated in it. Considering he was with this female during the majority of the endeavor on the Knaves' part. Which just so happened to fail indefinitely.
"You're just spouting nonsense now, love." Rapture hummed as he cornered her against the near-ninety degree angled hill– closing his eyes for a brief second. And just as unpredictable as Legacy was just proved his point when she lashed out at him– catching her teeth against his shoulder. His eyes slowly opened once more as he gazed at the cloud-covered sky, the pain just now registering into his head as the crimson began to pool and mat his fur on the flank she successfully struck. Inhaling sharply through his nares as he inhaled the metallic scent of blood, a sinister grin marring his features as his copper-hued eyes flickered to meet with her caramel ones. Just like any case of inflicted pain, blood had rushed between his legs as his hinds began to shudder from the feeling of the tepid liquid seeping down his leg.
"Oh Legaaacy! You really know how to turn me on, baby~" The Mexican brute hollered out as his tail rolled like a propeller behind him. He then closed the gap between them– rendering her escape fruitless as he advanced. An almost feral smile decorated his agape jaws as his tongue slithered out, moistening his chops thoroughly as he stepped on her paw– flexing the appendage so his charcoal tipped claws dug into that thin, sensitive flesh. Leaning his narrow snout to her face– not the least bit timorous to his face getting bitten off in the process– as he hollowly hissed into her ear, "You outta arouse me like this more often, I greatly enjoy it..." He nipped at the edge of her ear before swiftly jerking away, cackling all the more as his feet airily cavorted along the grass as he edged his snout to her hip– nudging her rear away from the blockade so he could prepare for what was coming next... He figured she wouldn't allow due to her temper, didn't mean he wouldn't force it.
The female's blow had struck home, metallic blood dancing on her tongue as it seeped out from around her canines. Truthfully, she was a little caught off guard by his initial unresponsiveness. Brown eyes stared at the male from their corners, most of her focus on tearing into his shoulder. Her jaw was tensed to the point of being slightly painful. When finally he did make his pleasure known she eased up slightly, only enough to try and reposition herself.
Unfortunately, she took one wrong step. Rapture's paw was on top of hers now, his claws digging into her flesh. She snarled around her mouthful of his skin, quickly losing her hold. When he nipped at her ear, she let go completely, giving him enough room to reach at her hips. His nose near her area brought up familiar sensations; the want was hard to suppress as he shifted her stance against her will. At least now she wasn't backed up against the wall. She was too invested to flee now, though. His arousal had given her a different idea. She would get him good and ready before taking off, leaving him without the satisfaction he was already desiring.
"No means no, asshole." Legacy jerked away from him again, moving her body so that they were perpendicular. At the same time she advanced further, throwing her weight into him and sinking her fangs in at the base of his ear. There was something oddly thrilling about the situation, though she did not want to admit as much. They were discovering a new kind of foreplay. Except, if Legacy got her way it would lead to nothing for either of them, the only thing to be sated her own ego.
A snarl ripped through his larynx as he darted away, standing offensively perpendicular to him. There was little amusement in his expressionless eyes as he stared daggers into her, awaiting for the bitch to make her next move. Blood began to drip from his shoulder wound, the feeling all too familiar and all too exhilarating– it pumped him up further. He was growing more anxious by the second, and when she lunged again just sent incitement surging through his body as her fangs sank into the tender flesh behind the ear.
His body shuttered from the shock of the attack. By now, one would think his body would be used to such harassment by the thousands of scars be bared. But no, the initial sharp pain sent electricity throughout his body, lingering into his groin where he much appreciated the pain most. Rapture let off a small moan once Legacy chomped down the flesh under his ear– Hell, he even thrashed his head to the side so the skin would be torn. Another waif of blood swarmed his nostrils as he inhaled, his heart was pumping erratically as he darted to her backside and began to nudge it in the direction he wanted.
Her words had fallen on deaf ears as he was on a mission now to get what he wanted. However, he did reply with a gruff tone moments later. "Your may be mentally pushing me away, but your body is craving me, you cannot deny that, Legacy." His tone was cold, determined as he eyed the area hidden by the tail between her legs. Salivating at the heat flowing from that forbidden area, he didn't hesitate to shove his nose where it didn't belong, nestling and numbly nibbling at her entrance with little concern of his well being. She was sure to jump away again, being the selfish bitch she was. But it was useless, she couldn't escape him now, he would get what he wanted. The sooner, the better. With no second left to spare, the Mexican male curled one paw over her hip to keep her in place. Struggling was sure to come, but he kept his grip– dewclaw digging into the flap of skin conjoining her waist and leg as he brought her closer. Flicking his tongue out to caress her warm flesh between her legs, by now, (if he was lucky enough) she would just give in and let him take her like a good bitch she was.
Her teeth again made contact, pulling at his tender skin. It was a pity he was enjoy it though. The jerk of his head to cause more pain loosened her grip. She could feel her hold slipping away as her face and chest slowly became coated in his blood.
With her hold lost a second time, Rapture finally made his move. The bastard was annoyingly quick. Appearances really were deceiving. Of course, the female really wasn't in a proper state of mind. That was proven when his nose intimately invaded her personal space. The wave of lust that washed over her body had her eyes rolling back as she subconsciously let out a moan. That one moment of weakness was enough to let him get a leg up on her. The feel of his mouth exploring every inch of her just felt so good! She let him pull her close, hind quarters pushing into his tongue and teeth. The male was being far from gentle, but it was attention that was getting her off and leaving him in the dust.
Maybe she could get out of this with total content on her part. Her rear moved in rhythm with his tongue, body giving into the ministrations. If only he would hit her sweet spot. Then she would regain enough clarity to break herself free. Or... she could just let him keep going. The anger was beginning to melt out of her as she gave in to the pleasure. Every time his tongue struck deeper she would let out another moan or whimper. And his teeth! The feel of his teeth was just divine! It really had been much too long. Her mind was clouding over fast, losing sight of her original goal.
To Rapture's surprise, Legacy was being awfully cooperative. It didn't take much for her to cave in and admit defeat to his sensitizing actions to her feminine parts -- seemingly showing signs of wanting more. He didn't deny her gestures and moans in pleasure; rearing up until his front paws hitched on her ribcage and underneath the cavity of her forelegs. He gripped tightly as his hips rolled -- pushing her tail with his liquid movements until his swollen erection brushed against her heated pith. The male Mexican let out a guttural groan as he clawed into her borders -- yanking himself forward with one forceful thrust and he was in.
His blood-tainted tongue lolled from his jaws as he lapped up the back of her neck tantalizingly, nipping and grazing his teeth against the scars he once created from their previous encounters. This would be no different -- beginning to dig his fangs downwardly onto the sensitive flesh of her neck until blood welled in the canyon of two severed halves. He thrust again in a slow, critical manner that may be agonizing from the lack of continuation, but Rapture preferred his mates to beg and plead for more until they got thoroughly pissed off at him. Then again, the brute was just teasing himself as well. One more thrust, this one with more power than near penetrated twofold into Legacy as he growled ferociously into her neck which he nuzzled his snout into -- causing his muzzle to become soiled in her perfect, delectable and irresistible blood.
"Are you enjoying this, bitch?" The Mexican brute grunted as he slammed himself into her again, claws gripping deeper into her cages. His ear flicked as he emitted a dangerous growl -- chomping his jaws around the oozing flesh of her neck and tearing at it so passionately. She couldn't get enough of him and he knew it, his one and only partner who would give into these devious acts of a mating ritual because she was a filthy whore of a female. Rapture couldn't-- no, wouldn't complain, although showing some pitiful reactions would just be the cherry on the cake. Nonetheless, the brute fastened his pace when he felt she was really giving into and being greedy over it. He would be reaching his climax soon, she just had to give him the O.K.
((OOC: I'm... So sorry about this. I've been busy and ugh... I'm surprised I managed to scrape this one out at all. I may or may not be able to pick up much muse... Wolves are just the bottom of my priority list right now. -sobs- But I'll try, I really will! ))
There was something about their bodies that was like iron to a magnet. No matter how hard they, she, pulled and tried to resist, it was impossible to resist his spell. She didn't want him there, but at the same time there was no one else she would rather have touching her in such a manner. She continued to moan and whimper in pleasure, giving over to the sensations of her body. And then he was on top of her.
A snarl ripped from her maw as his weight unexpectedly pressed down on her. Her senses had been dulled by lust, his movements quickened by it. Her body gave in as his insisted on having her. He had grabbed her easily, and they had danced like this so many times before that it was almost as if they were supposed to be this way. But as his legs crushed her ribcage pain reminded Legacy of her resolve. She didn't want this! Not this time...
His manhood brushed against her and she tried to pull away. Her hips curled inwards, trying to sit. But his grasp on her body limited her range of motion and his hold on her neck kept her upright. She couldn't pull too much with doing herself serious harm. But this time she didn't want to be easy; she didn't want to be another quick fuck. She needed him to know that his time with her was a privilege, not a right, and that she was nobody's second choice. Which is why his entrance was antagonizing.
He seemed to be enjoying her struggles, taking his time with her. Every buck and twist of her body seemed to have the opposite effect that she wanted. She could not get away, and the more she tried the deeper inside of her he got. The pain of her bloody, bitten neck was no more than a dull throb, easily ignored due to the electrical sensations that accompanied every pounding thrust. She kept up her struggling simply because it made the experience feel that much better, her body giving in to the miserable pleasure that had long since caused her to become addicted to him. If she could not deny him, she could at least remind him of why he always came back.
Her voice was a lusty growl as she tried to summon it, low and demanding as her body moved with his. "Just shut up and fuck me," she practically spat, her struggling movements having created a rhythm that forced her backwards against him at the same moment he thrust forwards. Between his mouth and his dick she was close to the edge, and after everything he'd put her through she wasn't going to let him not finish. Her body demanded the release his promised, her own already starting to spill over.
He had become more independent as the months passed, at a ripe year of age he had to be. Terror knew his mother loved him dearly, the only pup she had but he was getting the feeling that the pup he used to be was too far gone now. She perhaps wanted more to raise from the very beginning, and he could understand that. The brute had matured well, along with the demon lurking inside him who had raised itself to emerge at any given time rather than consisting of when the pup slept. As he grew, Terror yearned for that darkness to dissipate as he got older -- but it only got worse, and what was more to come? When he reaches another year old, would it do a complete take over his entire psyche and body? Terror tried not to think about that, as of right now the yearling was in the right mind yet, his goal was to find his mother since she had been away from Haishin for a couple days now. He was worried, so he went for a search.
The land he came into was different than the home he had adapted and grown to come familiar with. The grass here was green, giant rolling hills decorating each corner of this land while faint hints of scent markers speckled the area. Terror had grown, but he still had a lot to learn before going out on his own... If that ever crossed his mind. Quite frankly the brute left for one reason; to keep his pack out of harm. He knew the dangers he brought to the table, Zethrox was too old to fend of a young and healthy brute like Terror when the trance took over. The Mexican male didn't want to risk their lives being in danger, while that was embedded into his mind he told the pack he would look for his mom as a way to permit him to go on his own. It had worked in the end, and Terror apt to realize how far home he had become. Nonetheless, his mother's scent seemed to linger more strongly in this patch of land -- which resulted her whereabouts being in this immediate location.
Each inhale imprinted more scents, as he approached more the scent of blood was mixing with his mother's scent which left the young brute a bit panicky as he hurried his steps. He didn't stop and smell the flowers anymore, he was now determined to find his mother; frantic assumptions were swirling in his head which alarmed him further... Yet came to realize that the blood wasn't hers. But of another wolf, male to be precise... Something awfully familiar yet Terror couldn't put paw on it. It was at the tip of his tongue, yet couldn't shake the feeling that this wolf was extremely dangerous, and it being in the same location as his mother had the young brute a frenzied mess. His trot had become a swift gallop as the wind lead him in the right direction. Golden orbs tearing threw the lands, any sight of his mother as he reached a peak of one of the large hills. His chest heaved as he caught his breath, still scoping the lands until... That was in clear view.
He couldn't wrap his mind around what he had witnessed. A strange brute mounting his mother, unable to see the face of the brute but feeling the urge to throw up his meal was a clear indicator as any. The smell was overwhelming of blood and sex, briefly wondering why his mother would ever consider mating with such a fowl beast... Until it clicked. Everything made sense now. The blood coated Mexican brute, the familiar scent he couldn't determine moments ago... The reason his mother ran off. This was the wolf she had multiple encounters with. This was the wolf who had killed his siblings and most importantly... This was his father. Rapture. The name creating hysteria in the young wolf's mind until the point where his limbs were quivering from fear and outrage. His blood was boiling as the male was finishing up his business with his mother... If he could even consider that any longer. Why would she get back with the wolf who killed her own offspring?! It didn't make any sense! Who cared if this wolf had ideals of the most beautiful children, they would all end up and turn out like the monster he was! Even Terror, the young wolf admitted he was a monster, just like Rapture. It was sickening.
"Mother..." His voice was hallow, nearly inaudible when he choked it out. Fur bristling along his spine as his eyes pierced right into Rapture's soul as their eyes connected -- Rapture showing an unsightly expression. "MOTHER!" His voice barked out with much more force and chagrin, lips curving into a painstaking snarl as he bared his pearly teeth. Terror was a bundle of nerves, yet he couldn't allow this brute to live after all the destruction he has caused to the wolves of Anikira. Nothing would make up for his sins, not even if he begged for forgiveness. Nothing. At. All. Terror would not allow Rapture to see another glimpse of the next daylight. This was the end, he would make sure of it. "YOU BASTARD, I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!" The vexed wolf barreled forward, the atmosphere around him emitting a raging aura. Whether their tie had broke or not, Terror didn't care. He charged for the bloodied brute with only one intention.
To kill.
((OOC: I'll reply with Rapture in the next couple of days... I'm really sorry about being so inactive... orz orz orz))
[/td][/tr][/table][/center]
