Take Me Higher [Goliath]

[Valeria]

It was amazing just how different the regions of this land were. With but a few hundred miles, the lands transitioned from dense jungle to flat plains, then again into mountainous expanse. While it may have been a bit of a frivolous endeavor to wander out in search of other wolves, it was well within her right to send the pack out. Valeria understood the need of the pack to expand, and without males in their ranks, they needed to reach out to the loners of this land. Surely there would be no risk of them coming back for their young; most males were simply happy to pleasure themselves at the expense of a poor, lone female. Little did they know, Valeria was neither of these things. She could play the part, if necessary, but she had no intention of remaining submissive to any other creature.

The greatest issue that Val foresaw was locating a suitable mate. Not any wolf would do; she needed to find someone at least close to her equal. It would not do any good to have more midget wolves running around. No, Valeria needed warriors, enforcers, and supporters. They would conceive the next generation of wolves, and she needed someone who would help her accomplish that goal. So far, the loners had been scrawny and pathetic at best. It seemed the only suitable wolves were, sadly, related to her. Luckily for the universe, Valeria had no incestuous desires, and she continued on her search. With the central lands scoured, she had no choice but to either head back to continental Anikira or head north.

As she continued along the southernmost border of the Kairos lands, Valeria paused; hopefully the others were having better luck than she. Granted, they likely had much lower standers than the alphess. There was no great legacy to carry on through their bloodlines. But her family was a line of rulers; first her grandfather, then her father and now her. There was also her brother, but he was a bit of a disappointment to the family in the she-wolf's eyes. She had to continue their grand tradition, and that would not happen with a scrawny mule. She had heard rumors of the great wolves native to these lands. Perhaps, in a stroke of luck, she would manage to stumble upon one. Only then would she believe herself to find a suitable partner.

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Word Count: 401 words
Tags: @zenith
Notes: Not my best but it'll get better!

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The alpha had never known such a torment, to be intoxicated so violently by the opposite gender. He had claimed Datura only days ago – not once, but continuously throughout the night, his cravings refusing to subside despite the vigorous attempts he made to expend his almighty desire. Even when he had long passed the point of being weak at the joints and dry in the mouth, and his mate’s hind had been soiled by her own blood and other messy ravages of their carnal collision, he could not stop. His body refused to cease his love. Even now, after tearing away from her insatiable body and physically distancing himself an ocean from Ina’mos, her scent lingered in every crevice of his nasals and within his fur, goading him, coaxing his arousal. A tense breath left his body as he exhaled her once again, absently wondering whether she was still in agony from his vicious ministrations. An imperceptible smile lifted the corners of his lips at the deviant thought.

He had spent the better part of the day marking the borders of his territory, knowing very little of his time in the immediate future would be spent on Vor’asa, when his offspring would soon be arriving on his island home. He would be far too encumbered by caring and protecting his young ones whilst they were still so fragile and malleable, and thus the boundaries of his lands would degrade at the abandonment.

His leg cocked to mark yet another tree, a throaty growl departing his closed lips as his muscled still ached from his primitive exertions. It was an exquisite pain, and not one that brought him displeasure – in fact, had Datura been standing before him that very moment in all of her broken glory, he doubted he would have been able to stop himself from mounting her again in an instant, teeth locked around her nape as he bound her to his body for the umpteenth time. His claws pressed into the dirt anxiously, his body still laced with hormones that drove him mad with impatience. He continued his rounds untiringly, his massive head hung low to scent the ground, but his pace soon slowed in deliberation, noticing a wayward smell intermingled with his own scent markers.

His senses were already heightened from arousal, his sharpened wits recognising the feminine scent immediately. His tongue lingered in the air as he tasted the pungent receptivity of her heat, ears standing erect in anticipation. She was obviously not part of his pack, the rich scent arrogantly unlike that of Kairos’, but her purpose here was clear nonetheless. She clearly wanted – no, needed – to be claimed, her body rife with lust and distressed by her own greed for sex. Why else would she have ventured past Kairos’ borders and deep into the thick of the broiling musk that was so undeniably masculine?

Unable to distract himself from her trail, he began to follow it back to its origin, knowing that his body’s will to reproduce was far too overwhelming for him to disregard. Nature would not allow him to ignore his role as the progenitor of raw strength amongst his mediocre species, and as such, he was in no place to defy what his body clearly yearned for.

His pace quickened, not allowing his prey even a moment of diversion to escape from him – but a large, dark shape interrupted his vision. His hackles raised instantaneously, a deliberate growl radiating from between rows of bared teeth. The image of the wolf before him beared such a striking resemblance to the alpha of Descai – a brute that Goliath resented with no hidden vehemence – that his response to the other’s invasion was automatic, head rising to instigate an argument or fight at a moment’s notice.

However, as he drew closer and scrutinised the invader with greater accuracy, he noticed that this was not Ryker, but a grotesquely large female built in his very likeness. A daughter, perhaps – or a sister? His growl quietened in place of curiosity, but the grimness on his face remained. His eyes roamed her burly physique, noticing every bulge of muscle and protrusion of bone that was so very unlike his own dainty mate, whose fragility was as much a delight to his eyes as it was to his loins.

His nostrils flared in examination, locating no remnants of Descai lingering on her enormous form – and a slight darkening of his face announced his confliction that her aroma caused him. Despite his eyes disliking every inch of what he saw, his nose painted another picture; the fragrance of her heat was overwhelming at such proximity, and beneath her tail he knew that he would find the same treasure as any other femme would have. His heart pounded against his ribs as he stayed his distaste, the quickening pulse swelling his manhood with each steady breath. On any other day he would have left the mannish bitch alone – but today, he wanted her, tremendously and irrefutably. Simple because she was not of Kairos’ stock did not mean she was safe from being claimed by him. Perhaps she would think highly of herself for stirring such longing in a beast of his standing, but that conceit would soon be quelled when he forced himself inside of her and the distending pain replaced her pride.

“Let us not humiliate each other with coy pretences,” he spoke unassumingly, his low voice resonating with provocation. He didn’t need her name, and she likely did not want his. He needed only one thing – and he was going to get it from her, one way or another. His tail swept behind him nonchalantly as he edged towards her, certain that her size was accompanied by some undue sense of bravery that would not allow her to flee from him. “We both know why you are here.”

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TAGGED: Valeria

[Valeria]

And so the legends are true, the black and golden alpha mused as a bear of a wolf lumbered toward her. The male exuded confidence and power, something that Valeria not only craved for herself, but found extremely attractive in a potential suitor. Suitor, she reiterated with a snort, more like sperm donor. If this male was willing, which with the heavy arousal emanating from the femme's own body twisting through the air would be quite likely, he would be the ideal candidate for her litter. She needed powerful, dominant young to continue the bloodline, and this brute could surely provide both those genes.

But the closer he drew, the more Valeria could really take in the likeness of this brute. He was not just large; he was a mountain of fur and muscle. He was pure sex on legs, a wolf unlike the female had ever encountered. It was with a slight smirk she growled in return to the male's rumbling cry. Was she supposed to be scared of him? Perhaps so; a normal wolf might have run in sheer terror from such a beast, but Valeria's pride and, dare she admit it, desire for this male overpowered what might have been the smart response. Such a wolf should not exist, let alone be striding toward her.

"You have kept me waiting," she chided with a cocky smirk, her eyes scanning the brute hungrily. He might have intimidated other, but Valeria saw nothing but a challenge before her. She licked her lips in anticipation, stalking toward the male with desire flashing through her golden eyes. "If you know why I am here, then why have you kept me waiting?"

With an abrupt turn right before the great male, Valeria flicked her tail up, thrusting her arousal straight in the male's face. No sane brute could resist the temptation; a willing participant, an eager counterpart. He could provide her something that her pack could not, and as he had so graciously stated, they would not humiliate each other. They both had one desire in mind. Perhaps it would be a shock to the male that she would so willingly submit to him to take. But truly, this was on her terms. She was in control here, even if she would allow him to take the reins in claiming her body. For she would be the one to benefit; walking away heavy with this male's pups would bring strong blood to Valyn. They would continue to grow and develop into a strong, dominant pack on this continent. She would show her family that little Valeria was not one to be scorned.

"Still leaving me waiting?" she provoked the male, shooting a coy look behind her as she continued to prod at his ego. He was truly a beautiful wolf; if but one of her offspring bore his strength, she would consider this a victory.

And, of course, the pleasure coursing through her body in mere anticipation of this male did not hurt one bit. 

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Word Count: 508 words
Tags: @zenith
Notes: I'm gonna go ahead and post up the pup thread at this point <3

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|OOC| Hope I don't powerplay her too strongly!

This brute of a woman was surely the cockiest creature without a phallus that Goliath had ever encountered, and though he wanted to scoff at the femme’s overt confidence, the pinnacle of her estrus had entangled his brain’s will so irrationally that he actually found himself chuckling with bleak mirth at her bold desire. Her taste was commendable, that much was obvious – but beyond her underlying desperation to have her fill of him, was a mutual yearning to satisfy his own burning instincts, regardless of the vessel he emptied himself into. A saner mind might have found her strength to be a wild rarity, a beautiful envoy of feminine survival and vigour – and so he clung to this vicarious notion, hoping that his soul would forgive him of his body’s outrageous mutiny, lusting for a thing he had long despised.

Still leaving me waiting?

Her tail brushed against his face in a defiant challenge as she presented herself to him, and the abrupt exhibition of her sex so close to his snout elicited a throaty exhale from the beast. The invitation in her husky voice prompted a hostile tremor to course down his spine as his arousal stood at the ready, but he waited a minute longer to further antagonise her impatience, the growl in his rumbling breath radiating against her waiting heat. Surely she did not want some grisly back-and-forth repartee with him; after all, he had promised her no graces or pleasantries, and he was a brute sworn by his word.

In an instant he was on top of her, mounting her strong body with ruthless force; his weight alone would have been a suffocation and a cruelty to any other bitch, but it was clear that this harlot only tempted beasts that she knew she would be able to handle. And indeed, in this moment, they were nothing but two desirous and formidable beasts tied by their shared insatiability and lust for each other. His motions were brutal from the very second he entered her, claws embedded against her robust hips as he hauled her weight flush against his own. Each of his rough movements were accompanied by a rasping growl that descended in timbre as their intimacy became more frenzied. The sound of chaos and sex surrounded them, saturating the air in sheer debauchery, but their perverse dalliance was not one that would end when he withdrew himself from her. She was eternally soaked in his depravity, and no matter how hard she washed herself in pride and vanity, she would forever be claimed by him. His seed would take root inside of her, but the thorns of his lineage would be embedded in her womb long after she expelled his offspring.

He strained further into her, grasping the loose fur at the nape of her neck whilst she was locked in such a compromising position, and fastened his teeth against her flesh. Too lost in his escaped inhibitions, and in no hurry to recollect them, his jaws continued to tighten until the salt of her blood was all he could taste.

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TAGGED: Valeria