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Post by Halo on Jan 22, 2009 19:42:48 GMT -5
Ryker slips silently into Sunset Rocks, the female Crane close behind him. He smirks forward, not turning his head so that she might see the expression on his muzzle, anticipating what they came here to do. And it’s just straightforward pleasurable release, no emotions attached to complicate the simplicity and nothing to tie them to each other (besides the aftermath that will be their young, but that is no matter to dish out worries for). The large brute takes a spare moment to glance back at the vixen that will be his ‘partner’ for the evening, his fix. She is a fine bitch with some desirable physical qualities, so to make this more perfect he has no qualms about the worth of the offspring that will result.
Without a word, silence stretching between them in a businesslike manner, the dark guardian brings the female a little farther into the breeding grounds and selects an unoccupied cave, really just a scoop out of the rock, and stops at its mouth. He half turns so that he can see Crane without having to strain to turn his head to meet her with his gaze. “Here,” he states curtly and motions towards the empty ‘room’ where they can hold their ‘private discussion’. And without another word he slips into his, expecting the female to follow.
~Ryker
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Post by The Warden on Jan 31, 2009 9:48:40 GMT -5
Crane followed after Ryker up into a tiny cave. He had not looked at her since he left his territory and she was curious as to whether he had lost interest in her. But when he spoke to her, with one short, snappy word, Crane knew that he still wanted her. The strain in his voice was evident. He was holding back, waiting until they were alone. As now they were. The cave was small, but not overly cramped. Even so she moved in close to Ryker's side. Her tail began to twitch against his flank and she nosed his ear lightly, playfully. And now, my lord, we are alone together. Shall we...play? OOC: Never done a mating post, this should be interesting. Hope this is alright, sorry for the wait. |
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Post by Halo on Jan 31, 2009 13:07:55 GMT -5
The brute tries not to shiver as she moves in closer to him, her tail brushing his side and her nose nudging close to his ear. He turns his façade towards her, a longing yet mischievous glint in his eyes as he looks upon the ivory vixen. He steps in close, arching his neck up with his snout down so he can “preen” the back of Crane’s neck with light nibbling, moving upward to the top of her skull where he sneaks grooming licks to her trilateral harks. “You’ll be my little plaything?” he asks, a jesting tone in his voice as he nuzzles down to her shoulder, nose working all the while to take in her scent, so tempting, hypnotizing...
~Ryker
(OOC: Your post was fine.) |
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Post by The Warden on Feb 11, 2009 10:27:29 GMT -5
Crane made a low sound as Ryker touched her. Her breath was coming heavy and fast now, like she had been running a marathon. But the race, she knew, was only beginning. Her muzzle was dangerously close to Ryker's ear and her voice came out as a throaty whisper. I'll be anything you want me to be, Ryker. Just take me, please. Be with me now. [/color] [And as the two wolves moved closer and closer to one another, both bodies in synch, both minds set on the one goal of love-making, as black fur and white meshed in a sensual dance, the screen went slowly darker and darker until nothing was seen and all that could be heard were grunts, growls, yelps, and then two howls of ecstasy that spiraled up to the waiting sky before gradually dying into silence again.] OOC: How's that for a blackout? |
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Post by Halo on Feb 11, 2009 16:00:34 GMT -5
(OOC: T’was fine, my dear. ^_^ If you haven’t done it yet (I haven’t checked) I can start the thread to get the pup stats. And we can finish our thread here.)
BIC:
He hadn’t had so much fun in ages, had thoroughly enjoyed himself and figures the female was not spared her own ecstasy (he had worked his best to please her as well, an un-pleasured vixen can be quite a displeasure). Ryker is regaining control of his panting, laying beside his ivory lover and watching the wind picking up outside their haven. He glances secretively at the mother of his pups, his tail swishing with its own thoughts as his fur dances in a stray breeze wafting in on them. He growls quietly, not an angry or irritated one but one to simply make sure his presence is still recognized.
Turning his head, the black lord licks Crane’s leg lightly, a silent thank you for their little game. He wouldn’t say it out loud, of course, but gives her the satisfaction of a little body language seeping through the stoic mask of his.
~Ryker
(OOC: Blah.) |
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