Wolf RPG

Despite her better judgement, Bazi returned to the scene of the crime.

Since relinquishing her maidenhood and returning to the pack, the Alphas life had been a mess. She struggled to interact with menfolk on neutral terms, without seeing them in terms of their biological purpose, and teetered dangerously on the cusp of her first true heat. Scimitar's diligent attention offered her moments of true bliss, cementing their love each time their bodies connected, but..

.. but there was something beastly in her now. Something that was just as frightening to her as it was irresistibly intriguing. When the session bordered on rough, she saw that black wolf's menacing face.

So she returned, making excuses about the lingering scent of Paarthurnax near Greatwater Lake. With ever nerve on high alert, she steered south - towards the dark, uninviting woods that nestled there.

Crescendo, luckily, happened to be in the right place at the right time. The girl he had been in hot pursuit of the other day was back, but he still hadn't figured out how she had slipped away. He pushed through the foliage and came out into the light right beside the girl. "So you're back." he remarked, the flames sparking in his eyes again. "Realized you wanted it?" he purred, voice heavy with seduction.

Her target emerged as if summoned. Bazi froze, feeling him draw up beside her, dangerously close, voice like poisoned butter. "You talk a lot for someone so single-minded," she commented drily, watching him prowl nearer out of the corner of her eye. Her limbs felt stiff and heavy beneath her, fastened to the ground by the latent desire for danger that now seemed to possess her.

And truly, it was possession. This is not me, she had thought in the hours she spent fleeing the flatlands, throwing glances over her shoulder lest Crescendo was still giving chase.

Once home, the guilt had flooded her. The same guilt played no small part in bringing her back - to continue what she had started, or right what was wrong.. if word of her near mistake reached back to those who loved and respected her, she would be finished.

Bazi couldn't let that happen.

With a guttural snarl, she turned toward him, head lowered and eyes ablaze.

Crescendo was alarmed at sudden violence, but not especially surprised. He returned her hostility with a calm expression. "Why did you come back here, if not to get fucked?" he questioned her. He stepped toward her. "You want it. I know it, you know it. So why are you resisting?" he asked her calmly. She would cave, eventual. It was a matter of patience.

The stranger matched her stance. Bazi's lips quivered above bared teeth. "To end you," she hissed, beginning to circle, mind spinning with confusion and chest heaving with each sharp, shallow breath. Apparently, she had returned to kill - a complete 180 on her original plans, and just as perplexing to her as it evidently was to Crescendo. Bazi's voice was a dry screech when it left her again: "You're poison."

Who was this creature? What was it that incensed her so about the very look of him - and what had they done to their hostage?

Crescendo plastered his best 'slightly upset' face on. "Oh, I'm sorry, I can't allow you to end me. However, you could allow me to fuck you. You see, I don't like waiting." He stepped toward her. He darted forward, quick as a viper, and licked her muzzle. He back pedaled as quickly. A smile sprung to his licks, she had tasted good. He chuckled quietly as he watched her.

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The perplexing love-child of disgusted rage and unwanted desire that dwelt in Bazi reached a crescendo, and tipped into a rapid nose-dive when the serpent's tongue reached out to stroke her. Bazi roared her rage and lunged straight at him, jaws wide and whites of her eyes shining. The guilt of her forbidden thoughts positively burned her now, and it was as much her own addled mind that she entered into conflict with as this physical being before her. This dark, poisonous creature - and his psychological voodoo.

Crescendo leaped out of the way. He snarled ferally, eyes wild. He lunged for her, trying to trap her under his weight and grab her scruff. He just wanted to play! This fae was bothering him, and he just wanted to have some fun. And he would! He had too. Crescendo was used to getting what he wanted from girls, and this one was being mean.

Her brazen attack triggered him. Bazi caught a glimpse of his anger before he ducked out of the way, leaving her to land heavily on all fours. No sooner had she sucked a breath into her lungs than he was upon her, jaws clamped around the scruff of her neck. Bazi yowled - more in shock than in pain - and scrabbled to free herself from his grasp, hind legs pumping as she fought his grip. The state of her brain was doing her ability to do battle very little good, and it showed in her technique.

Crescendo had his grip, the most important thing. She seemed to be panicking, her hind legs kicking out. He shifted quickly above them, until he was over her, straddling her. He clamped his forelegs around her, and whispered through teeth that clutched her scruff. "Shhh, you'll only make it harder on yourself." With her legs kicking, the best he could do was straddle her.

No. No! Not that she was here, it was the last place she wanted to be. It was one thing to entertain a ridiculous notion in your mind - quite another to be forced into the situation against your will. Panic consumed her, boiling over, derailing common sense.

"Shhh, you'll only make it harder on yourself," the black stranger drawled, hosting her up and towards him.

The words tasted like sick.

Bazi threw herself sideways in a renewed attempt to break free, tail firmly planted against her hindquarters, and twisted her head to bite at her assailant's throat - to buy time for a renewed attempt at fleeing. This would not happen to her. Why had she come here, after so narrow an escape last time?

Crescendo clung to her as she jostled around. When she threw herself sideways, he squeezed as hard as he could with his forelegs and braced his back legs against the dirt. When she snapped at him, he had to release her scruff quickly to avoid being bit. He attempted to shove her tail out of the way with his hips, still squeezing as hard as he could with his forelegs. He ride her until she tired, and then she would be his.

The paralysing pressure around her scruff disappeared. Bazi dropped her rear suddenly propelled forward, flailing like a caught fish during its first gasping seconds in the bucket. His momentary slip-up saved her - with the entire front of her body free from his crocodile grip, she could squirm away and out of the very immediate danger she was in.

Swiftcurrent's Alpha spun to face her attacker, wheezing, wild-eyed, and broad-legged, shaking like a bleached asp leaf in autumn. Was this the face of the devil? This walking, breathing, living wolf? "You.." she gasped, limbs coiling like springs beneath her.

Her eyes were wild, her fur disheveled. He would wear her out yet. "Yes, I know you want more, but please try and restrain yourself, pretty." His voice dripped with fake sweetness, but his silver eyes gave away his true state of mind. "Now come here, and let's finish what we started." He reared up on his hind legs, showing off, before making a violent thrust in the direction of her face. He dropped down again, eyes hungry, so hungry.

She regretted it now - regretted ever entertaining the notion, even in the privacy of her own hormone-riddled brain. He reared up, exposing himself to her, taunting the traumatized woman before him with the mistake she might as well have made at this point - she had committed it in all but deed; that that she had only narrowly avoided being forced on her. The growl in her throat hummed like chainsaw, punctuated by savage lashings of her tongue through parted teeth.

Without a word, she retreated, slowly at first, half-stumbling on her own feet before she had the presence of mind to whirl around and flee from him for a second time. The last time.

Crescendo gave a whoop and took off after the female, long legs carrying him across the snow quickly. He could see her ahead, he would do all he could to traumatize the unlucky bitch. He snapped at her fleeing behind, laughing and yelling as he chased her across the landscape.