-weight beneath my sin [Goliath] [Mature]

[Messoria]

WARNING: mating thread; mature content!

It had been several moons since Messoria had been accepted into Kairos, and with each passing day she grew to love Ina’mos more and more. If she had expected some desolate wasteland, some harsh barren terrain to match the infamy of the fearsome Goliath, she had been wrong. It was a lush paradise, as beautiful and welcoming as she could have ever hoped. It was, to put it quite simply, home. She had explored very much of the land already, and had met several of her fellow hunters. That, however, was as far as she’d gotten in the field of introductions. If she was being honest with herself, she had avoided meeting the brutes of the pack.

She was deep into her season, her scent wafting behind her as she moved quietly across the territory, tail tucked low to cover her pearl should anyone come ambling after her. She had not been willing to take any risks with the smell of her so thick and tantalizing to the opposite sex. She was, as much as she detested the innocence of the word, a virgin by all rights – she had never felt the heavy weight of a male on her back, nor had her belly ever swelled with the promise of life. But if she played her cards right, if she was careful, that would change. She could still remember Goliath’s words when he’d first bestowed her position upon her. He had made it abundantly clear that she would bring life to Kairos, with time. But time was not what she wanted. Messoria was ready now, and she would not take any risks with the pack. There was only one that she wished to fill her womb, and that was inevitably the alpha himself in all of his glory. It was a daunting thought, to be sure; he was huge and hulking while she was slender and small, and she did not bother to delusion herself by wondering if he would be gentle. She assumed that he would not be, and yet pleasure was not what she sought. Desire drove her, there was no denying that. The sight of Goliath stirred something that slumbered within her, and even now the thought of what might come made her body burn, the heat licking at her like flames. Still, it was duty and ambition that pushed her even further. She wanted him to be the first brute to claim her, the only brute as far as she was concerned in that moment, because it was his seed that would give life to the strongest offspring. She would bring warriors into Kairos. She would prove her worth.

It was to the gaping mouth of a cave that her paws lead her. Messoria had visited the Cavern of Govyn only once before in her wanderings, but it was enough for her to know that it was perfect. Dark and secluded, it would be where she would wait for him, her scent leaving a telltale trail for him to follow should he choose to. Even in her eagerness, however, she was cautious. Pausing just inside of the walls, the dark she-wolf lifted her ebon muzzle, dragging in the scents that surrounded her. There had been others here, but the scent of them was old. Nothing fresh assaulted her nostrils; no brutes lurking in the shadows or couples who’d had the same idea. Satisfied, Messoria proceeded, the soft thud of her small paws on the earth echoing quietly behind her. Deeper and deeper she went until she veered abruptly away from the tunnel into a smaller cavern-like area, large enough to serve her purpose yet secluded enough to offer a tiny sliver of privacy. It was here that she waited, lowering her rump to the damp moss beneath her, ears twitching atop her head as she strained to hear the signs of approach. The soft trickle of water in the background soothed her nerves just slightly as she curled her tail around her haunches, her angular face carefully composed despite the way that desire and impatience danced within her. 

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NOTES: I went ahead and got this done since I had a lot of time on my hands at school today, even though we have a while left for this season...so no rush replying! <3 

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|OOC| Sorry about the wait!

The air was thick with it; the arousing fragrance hampered by her heady desire for him. Messoria’s scent struck him like a bolt from somewhere both divine and sinister, heaven and hell amassed into one prodigious yearning, and his enormous shape became nothing more than a lumbering warhead homing in towards her origin.

It struck him as peculiar that she had sought refuge within the Cavern of Govyn – peculiar, yet beguiling, as the abode that she had chosen for their mating was clearly an assertion of her willingness to be his. There was no escape within those damp and serpentine hollows, but she had made it clear that she hadn’t the heart to escape, nor the cowardice to be free of him. Her soul, in whatever entirety that existed, had been sold to him the moment she swore her fealty to Kairos. That pledge had cost her what little freedom any nomad could hope to hold, but in doing so, she had opened up the sky and crossed over the threshold, taking her first steps towards greatness. Such was the weighty price for warriors and mothers.

As his primal needs had already been sated numerous times, the urgency to claim her was gone – but not the desire. Though the beast had been reigned in, it had not been tied down, and that desire burnt hotter than ever, scalding the air between them with the sexual tension that had ignited the moment they had met. Even as he approached her, Messoria’s dark form made vastly darker by the cavern’s impenetrable void, his breath remained calm. His muzzle found the softness of her hide and roamed her slowly, his touches closer to hesitant nudges than feather-light caresses, though the sensation was all the same. Affection was not something that he knew, and though his ministrations were a pale imitation of what he imagined fondness to feel like, he pursued in tenderness nonetheless.

“Tell me you are still untouched,” he breathed in placidity, though his words remained taut with harshness. It had been an order, rather than a question. Nothing would slake his desire more than to claim her as a virgin, unspoiled and untouched as the day she was born to the world. Despite her loyalty to him, he knew that the beasts of Kairos were truly ravenous brutes, and a femme’s heat played torturous havoc with the minds of even the strongest males. He had to know that she would be his, in her entirety, and not the salvaged remains of some other warrior’s pillage.

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[Messoria]

She heard his approach before she spotted him. The soft thump thump thump of massive paws against stone had Messoria shifting, an eager whine attempting to slide from her throat. She clamped her jaws shut hard over the noise, refusing to acknowledge the way her desire roared through her veins like blood, hot and needy. He came into sight suddenly, his vivid blue eyes practically burning holes in her pelt. His scent was intoxicating, heady and rousing as Messoria lifted her gaze to meet his. She was beyond relieved that no one else had found her before he did; there was no one else that the she-wolf wanted to see on this night, and so it would be. The sight of him looming over her as he advanced into the nook was taunting, almost as much as the soft brush of his muzzle sliding through her fur. She did not delusion herself into believing that he would coddle her before their joining; indeed, she was pleasantly surprised that he’d caressed her at all. Unbidden, as if her body reacted to him of its own accord, she shuffled closer to Goliath as if she could absorb his touch.

“Tell me you are still untouched.”

His voice was low and gravelly as it reached her pricked auds, practically humming with power and command. Unable to stop herself, Messoria shivered as she craned her head to gaze into his clear eyes. She would leave no uncertainty with her response, no opportunity for doubts concerning her honesty. ”I am unsullied, my lord,” she exhaled, the breathy affirmation nearly a gasp as the realization of the impending coupling fully hit her. Messoria had never known a lover in any sense of the word; she would accept no less than she deserved, and she’d along ago decided that no common brute would ever wrap his paws around her and spoil her body like some savage animal. Then she’d found Kairos, and through Kairos she had inevitably found Goliath. It was almost too perfect, as if some smaller part of her had known what colossal reward lay in store for her should she remain abstinent. 

Unable to contain herself any longer, she stood before him. With a single sweep of her dark tail, she revealed her sex to him, the primary part of her that would be his and his alone. She no longer made any effort to hide the way she trembled before him – let him see how she longed for him. It would only prove her devotion as true. She knew without question that it would be pain unlike anything else she knew, for Messoria was not blind to the heaving arousal that came with a brute of such giant proportions. Her slender form was nearly comical next to his, and still the knowledge did not douse the fire of her lust. Her cries and whimpers would surely echo through the cavern, which was admittedly a delicious thought.

”I have saved myself,” she whispered as she turned to gaze at him over one delicate shoulder, amber eyes smoldering in the darkness of their surroundings. ”for you.”

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NOTES: No problem at all! 

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”I am unsullied, my lord,”

Her words were a sacred blessing to his ears. From the beginning, from the very moment that their eyes had met in unspoken amity, she had been his – but hearing her confess her own virginity brought an unanticipated thrill through his veins.

“I have saved myself… for you.”

A gentle smirk upon his lips concealed the perverse gratification that she brought him. The alpha was not a brute bound by restraint or patience, and in an instant, he moved over Messoria’s tiny form, awaiting her yelp as he pushed himself into her in a series of primitive movements.

He did not intend to cause pain – the dynamic of his relationship with Messoria was entirely different than that of Datura. The sandy-hued Matriarch had been a wench to tame – from their first moment, she’d defied him, fought him, and refused him. Her obedience came with time and great effort, and at every opportunity that came, Goliath liked to remind her of her allegiance to him, and the consequence that came from her original defiance. When he had claimed her, it had been painful and deliberately animalistic – the experience endured long into the night, and repetitively, mounting her frail body again and again until she was wracked by literal exhaustion. Datura’s rank meant that he would have to dominate her to the very pits of the extreme; for the power she wielded within Kairos was notable and potentially dangerous. The blood she spilled was her oath to her duty, and to him – a reminder of what he could do.

Messoria did not need this reminder. Her obedience had been immediate, an instinctive response to him and his irrefutable power. Messoria’s rank held little sway in the trivial workings of the pack , and so he could invest all of his attention into her true purpose – his pleasure, and hers, if she would allow it. Her devoted acceptance of his authority had earned her a reprieve from the sufferance that Datura had endured to reach conception, and so his intention was to claim Messoria quickly and with as little bloodshed as possible.

His actions were fast, but obviously controlled; if he were to thrust too hard the very weight of him would bludgeon her against the ground. His snout nuzzled the loose skin of her neck, before gripping the bunched fur in his teeth to hold her in place. There was no escape now. Though her devotion was true and tested, it would only be natural for her to regret this when confronted with such horrific pain, and she would run. He wouldn’t allow that to happen.

As intended, he finished quickly – a guttural bark signifying his release, and despite the knot that still attached them together, he moved his weight off of her and angled himself away to give her a reprieve. Truly, he cared for Messoria – she was his in her entirety now, but there were no words to verbalise his adoration, nor the breath in his panting lungs to voice them… and so he let the space and silence speak for him.


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[Messoria]

There was an instant, the span of a two breaths perhaps, after Messoria had spoken that she stood in anticipation, her nerves quivering in tune with her fluttering heart. She’d waited until he sought her out, and now she was finished with being patient – but so was he. He moved towards her quickly, the size of him astounding her all over again as he drew close, stepping easily over her back. She fit so neatly beneath him, her head lifting so that the top of her skull lightly grazed the front of his chest, a delicate brush of short silken fur against thick and coarse. Fleetingly she found herself considering the implications of what was happening once more, but before her mind could fully begin to wrap around the idea of the pain she would feel, she was experiencing it.

There was no gentle easing or coaxing; he took her swiftly and she cried out at the sudden burning between her trembling hips. There was no respite from it, no words to describe how it felt to be claimed by the giant. Her body tensed instinctively, her first thought to surge forward away from him, but she was tucked so snugly beneath his frame that the dark femme could do little more than stand still, forcing her muscles to relax for him. She was glad that the majority of his weight was not thrust upon her, for she doubted she would have been able to force her dainty frame to remain upright. While she’d expected suffering born of the coupling, and she’d certainly been right to, she hadn’t expected the stirrings of more that smoldered in the very core of her, radiating outwards and seemingly inflaming each vein that pumped blood through her body. It began when the sting of his teeth pierced her scruff, beyond mild compared to the stirrings in her hips but still present. She’d known from a young age that she did not abhor pain as most did, instead finding a perverse pleasure in the exquisite rush of adrenaline that always followed – and yet it was more than that. It was the pain itself that thrilled her, although Messoria had not known until this moment that her special circumstances would apply to mating as well. But how could she ever have expected to be claimed by a brute as mighty and impressive as Goliath was? It was beyond her wildest dreams, now made reality. She’d never enjoyed extreme circumstances of agony, but this…this was different. Beneath the burning was an undercurrent of fullness, of completeness, and with time her cries of pain transformed, an edge of pleasure dancing dangerously in the echoes of her calls.

When he’d finished, Messoria stood shuddering in his wake, her head drooping slightly so that her slender muzzle was pointed towards the ground. She could feel a stream of blood dripping down her haunches, the coppery smell causing her nostrils to flare, and yet she found that she did not mind the throbbing of pain in her nether regions. It would lessen with the days to come, but it would be a delicious reminder of how she’d given herself to him wholly in every regard. There was a part of her that felt empty when she was finally able to part safely from him, although the realization that their coupling would bring forth Kairos offspring quickly filled the space. Deeper still there was a dark side of her that had been awakened by the hands of suffering, and only now was it beginning to settle within her bones to slumber once more. Her pupils were large ebony pools, ringed by a thin line of amber as she gazed up at him, taking a moment to bury her muzzle in the scruff of his neck, inhaling his scent. When she stepped away she dipped her head to him, her eyes glinting with mischief. ”I hope I was pleasing, my lord,” she murmured coyly, voice as soft as silk. Were it not for the edge of exhaustion in her words, Messoria might have appeared to be willing to accept his offering once more…but as it was, her fierce alpha had successfully worn her thin.

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