return of the princess -- !

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[atrb=background,http://tinyurl.com/9nwvkas] While the young femme at his side snuggled up close to him, Chaos allowed his mind to wander. Had he ever simply sat still while a femme was in striking range? He couldn’t remember if he had. Any femme he came into contact with had attempted to attack him, whether for sexual reasons or due to pure hatred. Either situation, he responded with a devilish smirk and an attack of his own that left the bitch bleeding. He was not a gentle lover by any stretch. He enjoyed inflicting pain and hearing the screams of agony his victim let out. It was intoxicatingly gratifying. So how was it he was able to sit beside the princess without his usual urges? The more he thought on it, the harder to understand it became. It could have been the innocent way she was looking at him, as if he was a long lost family member. She had been under the impression that he was her Papa. The brute chuckled lightly, shifting a little. Any would be put off by that simple notion, but no, that wasn’t it. There was just...something he couldn’t quite put his paw on. Well, whatever it was, it was certainly not his own issues. He blamed the femme at his side for doing this to him. Sooner or later she would concede. Preferably, the brute thought with a frown, sooner than later. Chaos paid little mind to the other white femme as she began to stir. At least, at first. Before he knew it, the princess had taken a step away from him, the heat from her body replaced immediately with a chill. He didn’t appreciate that much and growled irritably at the femme. He hadn’t given her permission to move away! How dare she! The brute scooted closer to her, but it seemed her mind was in a totally different place. She had turned to start watching... Well, Chaos wasn’t entirely sure what she was watching. Her head kept darting back and forth, ascending and descending slightly, as if she was suffering from a rather smooth twitch. Chaos tried to look where her eyes were, but there was nothing. She was looking at nothing. Puzzled, the brute let out a huff. What sort of femme had he gotten himself mixed up with? Chaos’ gaze darted to the heap of white lying a few feet away, puzzled further at the sight of her sleeping once again. As he went to question Meridian on this, he was met by a faceful of fluffy white tail. He nearly bit down on the appendage, ready to tear her a new one for the disrespect, but as quickly as the attack had fallen him, the white mass was simply gone. The princess was happily bounding away, without so much as a farewell. Chaos leapt to his feet, growling in fury. He allowed her to snuggle against him like the innocent pup that she is and she dare humiliate him like this? As tempted as he was to follow her, he decided against it. He would likely do more damage to the femme by following after her than if he simply allow himself to collect his thoughts and try again later. His eyes fell on the white mass once again as a wry smirk appeared on his maw. And what better way to collect his thoughts than by turning his focus onto another? He stepped lightly over to the sleeping femme, eyeing her with interest and curiosity. What had happened to her to suddenly cause her collapse? Did he truly care? No, not so much. She was vulnerable, lying before him. Chaos looked around, that smirk widening slightly. The princess had left the area, and by the way she was acting, wouldn’t come rushing back if she heard the cries of her friend. And the brute doubted anyone else was around for miles. Oh yes. They were completely alone up here on the mountain. Chaos was just about to nudge the femme when he paused. This was a strange wolf. What if her reaction to his touch was...unusual? His eyes darted to her rump, gleaming with lust. Drowsiness often cast fuzzy edges to reality. Maybe he could trick her into believing it was all a dream. It didn’t hurt to try. The brute shoved his nose deep into the fur near the base of her tail, taking a deep breath of what was there for the taking. He wasn’t above raping the poor femme, but he was certainly against taking a sleeping victim. It was much more fun when they fought back or tried to flee. He was quite content breathing her in until she awoke, nudging her once or twice to speed up the process. words:: Eight-Hundred and Four muse:: Really good tags:: The princess, and Semi-Unconscious Angel mood:: Pissed at Meridian's sudden departure, but pleased he still has something to take it out on ooc:: I pity poor Angel </3

[Angel]

Angel watched with dull blue eyes as Meridian moved away from the brute and began staring at something invisible that was apparently flying around over their heads. Perhaps her friend could see ghosts? That would be cool. Angel had always wanted to be able to see ghosts. But then Meridian started walking away, no longer interested in the two wolves on the mountaintop. It wasn’t the first time her friend had abandoned her while she’d been out, and she felt no surprise. Her mind had drifted back to the first time they’d met, when the two had been happily playing together down by Lake Drarynough. Ah, good times...

The white wolf was a bit more awake now, so maybe if she tried she would be able to get to her paws. She managed to at least move herself into a position where her paws were underneath her and all she had to do now was stand up. But suddenly she felt something cold and wet at the base of her tail. Angel paused. It felt… rather nice, having the brute’s nose down there, so close… Her mind dissolved.

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Angel lifted her head and looked around at the handsome black male, eyes sparkling with lust. His breath on her in such a tender place was making her feel excited. She couldn’t breathe properly, and her heart was all jittery inside. All trace of tiredness was gone, and she felt that she could last all night if he wanted her to. How long it had been since she’d felt this way! The pretty white wolf let out a moan and pushed her rump up towards him, lifting her fluffy tail away from what was beneath so he could see her. Just his touch was sending shivers up her spine, but that wasn’t enough. They were all alone up here on the crater rim. Nobody would see them, and she wouldn’t be able to get away if he wanted to satisfy himself. The thought of being so vulnerable only made her more aroused. She wanted him to take her, to control her. “Please…” she whimpered “I’ll do anything you ask… anything…” She wanted him on top of her, dominating her. She would be his to do what he wanted with, and she would be at his mercy. He could show her what a strong brute was.




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[atrb=background,http://tinyurl.com/9nwvkas] Breathe in. Breathe out. The longer the dark wolf stood there, breathing in the femme’s scent, the more he had to remind himself to only breathe. She was...intoxicating, as all femmes were. But he needed to get a grip on his instincts, which at that point were telling him to simply take what was his. Fighting against such raw urges was difficult, even for the brute who claimed to have total control of everything. Breathe in. Breathe out. The femme was definitely conscious now. Chaos’ eyes were closed in concentration, but he could feel her movement beneath him. And the feeling of being watched couldn’t just be his imagination. But he knew if he caught her gaze—whether it be fearful or lustful—he wouldn’t be able to control himself. No. He needed to wait. Just a little longer. Breathe in. Breathe out. After this encounter ended, Chaos was fairly certain he would be able to track this femme to the ends of the Earth if he had to. He had been breathing long enough to pretty much memorize her scent. The option would come in handy later on in life. If he needed to scratch the itch, he knew she was at least this willing. She was awake and not pushing him away just yet. And if he could get her to comply with his wishes, it would be even easier the next time. And the next, and the next, and so on. The brute let a smile slip onto his maw, his concentration wavering for a moment. That concentration shattered in mere seconds as the femme beneath him let out a rather lusty moan, lifting her rump from the ground. The brute’s eyes snapped open as her tail lifted away, the scent intensifying. She wanted this? Well didn’t that damper the brute’s fantasy of claiming a fearful, fleeing femme. It didn’t matter at that moment, though. The urges that were swarming the fringes of his mind had started taking control once again. There was no going back now. Chaos lifted his nose from her rump and was just about to claim her when she spoke up. More like begged. It drove Chaos mad hearing her whimpering like that. The frustration at the princess he had been feeling moments before was completely washed away by lust and instinct, driving him into a frenzy. He lunged at the femme, gripping the scruff of her neck tightly as he rode out the high. There was not a lick of gentleness in his actions. This femme was not anyone he knew, let alone his lover. So why should he take things slow, ensuring she’s alright? If she couldn’t handle him, she obviously didn’t deserve to live through the experience. And if she died by his actions, well, that would only strengthen the brute’s pride. Death by mating. Who knew? As soon as he was done with her, Chaos backed away from the femme, nearly tossing her aside as he dropped her scruff. He took a deep breath of the fresh air before turning to her. She was of no more use to him, now that he had gotten what he wanted. But simply leaving after that was just...rude. Instead, he smiled at her, though it was slightly forced and had no warmth to it. “That was quite...pleasurable for me. I do hope you enjoyed it as well, love.” If he had a stronger relationship with this femme, he may have gone over and given her a comforting lick atop her head, or perhaps an affectionate nuzzle. But given that they hardly knew one another, he simply dipped his head, as if thanking her for the deed, before turning and darting off down the mountain with a bit more of a pep in his stride. words:: Six-Hundred and Forty-Six muse:: Great tags:: Angel mood:: Horny ooc:: My first naughty post! He's the love 'em and leave 'em type XD

[Angel]

He was torturing her. The lust was so overpowering that she felt she would die if he didn’t do it soon. What was he waiting for? He didn’t even look at her – all he was interested in was her rear end, so it was clear that he wanted it just as bad as she did. He hadn’t taken her up on her offer either, and even though it made things easier for her, it was unusual for a brute such as him. But maybe he did consider her offer accepted and would have something in mind for when he saw her again.

Suddenly he lunged for her, grabbing her scruff with his powerful jaws. Even if she had wanted to get away she doubted she could have; his grip on her was so tight it was nearly suffocating as he lifted her to her paws and forced himself between her legs. The pain was excruciating as he violently worked her and she was soon panting heavily. He gave her no time to recover from each thrust and never relaxed his hold over her, keeping her fixed in such a position so that he could have his way with her for as long as he liked, with no thought to what she might have felt. The male who she didn’t even know the name of was destroying her body and she hated every second of it, but loved it at the same time. Yes, she had certainly found her strong brute.

After what felt like forever he tossed her to the ground like she was a rag-doll, finished for now. She had no doubt that he would find her again if he wanted a repeat of the experience. But for now she was discarded like a broken toy, her body unresponsive and useless. She could do nothing more than look up at him as he thanked her for it, could not even reply that yes, she had actually enjoyed it very much. Although she doubted that he would care either way.

And then he was gone, leaving the battered femme on top of the volcano, utterly helpless and unable to move even an inch. But her lust had been satisfied, and that was all that mattered. For the second time that day, Angel fell into unconsciousness.



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