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of faces pressed to bloodstained panes - Erzulie - February 12, 2019
in the night the fever had blossomed, swallowing first her throat and the great artery there, then her belly, until finally between her thighs it burned into a red conflagration that brought erzulie awake with a low gasp. it seemed every delicate muscle was afire with some torturous throbbing, and slowly the harlot climbed to her feet and crept from the den she shared with rosalyn.
before dawn, the sun just beginning to pale the far horizon. bringing her cinnamon ears forward, she leant into the cooling scour of the seawind, hoping it would drag from her hips the glowing want. instead, the zephyr brought only to her the scent of @Firefly, he who she and rosalyn had decided would father her children.
a moment of hesitation, and erzulie set off, stalking toward the confines of blackpine and where she thought the man to be, hoping he had not changed his mind in her sudden hour of desire.
before dawn, the sun just beginning to pale the far horizon. bringing her cinnamon ears forward, she leant into the cooling scour of the seawind, hoping it would drag from her hips the glowing want. instead, the zephyr brought only to her the scent of @Firefly, he who she and rosalyn had decided would father her children.
a moment of hesitation, and erzulie set off, stalking toward the confines of blackpine and where she thought the man to be, hoping he had not changed his mind in her sudden hour of desire.
RE: of faces pressed to bloodstained panes - RIP Firefly - February 12, 2019
The mantle of his soon-to-be fatherhood did not register with him. If he thought of it then none would know, as he kept himself busy and separate from those of Rusalka; he was roaming the black pines with the scent of wolverine in his nose when something in the air shifted. Firefly was no longer afraid of the dark trees — or, again, if he was then he kept his anxiety closely guarded. He wanted to make sure the territory and its surroundings were free of dangers for the future.
But, yes, the wind shifted. The strong scent of the pest animal faded along a snow-bank and so he stopped, scrutinizing the angles trees. One of the branches behind him shuddered and scattered the collected snow of its boughs, and he turned sharply in time to see a flurry of white-smoke where the snow once sat. The ice scattered in the wind, flurrying around a red shape that came sleuthing from the dark — Rosalyn? No, flashes of gold — Erzulie
Firefly forgot about the wolverine's path then, and fixed her in his sights. Her movement was purposeful; she looked determined and agitated simultaneously, and that brought him worry, thus he closed the gap between them and - breathing deeply - drank in her scent.
RE: of faces pressed to bloodstained panes - Erzulie - February 17, 2019
the wind raked its claws through the pine canopy, but erzulie's attention was held firmly by the male wreathed in scars. some strange sense of possession rose in her chest, a sensation she was unused to feeling for men — he belonged to her, at least for the swathe of time it would take for the fire to leave her.
and yet he belonged to no one; he was feral, wild, as was she. the harlot approached with swaying hips, the plume of her tail arching up over the base of her spine, and purred a greeting as she moved catlike beneath his muzzle. rosalyn she loved; firefly would father her children. there was nothing to say that this must be a purely medical affair; erzulie would prefer it otherwise.
and yet he belonged to no one; he was feral, wild, as was she. the harlot approached with swaying hips, the plume of her tail arching up over the base of her spine, and purred a greeting as she moved catlike beneath his muzzle. rosalyn she loved; firefly would father her children. there was nothing to say that this must be a purely medical affair; erzulie would prefer it otherwise.
RE: of faces pressed to bloodstained panes - RIP Firefly - February 17, 2019
She met his advance with more physicality than he expected, as neither herself nor her wife were very physical creatures as far as he was aware. It was just as likely he was not their type - it wasn't like he thought in depth about their habits - but all of that left his mind as she pressed herself against him and fanned the air with her raised tail. The scent was alluring; more than that, it was like the baiting of a hook and Firefly soon grew disoriented by its affect upon his system. He felt his mind fog over quickly and a more bestial aspect rose up in its stead. He rumbled a pleasurable note deep in his chest as she afforded him some sentimentality, some connection, and every little bit of affection and attention served to bring them closer together. It did not occur to him that this was the moment, but he was thoroughly distracted, intoxicated by the way she moved and smelled and felt and -- he could barely contain himself as he began to groom at her neck fur, her sides, getting in to position --- and without thinking, rose up with reaching forelimbs to grasp at her waist.
RE: of faces pressed to bloodstained panes - Erzulie - February 17, 2019
firefly drew near, ensnared. the scent of him burned a path through her throat, and she spurred him onward with a wave of her tail, moving it from his way and sauntering her hips back against the proud jut of his pelvis.
erzulie purled low, breath coming harder; impatiently, she reached back along her shoulder to see that he embraced her, and if his muzzle was within reach, to press wanton kisses upon its side.
erzulie purled low, breath coming harder; impatiently, she reached back along her shoulder to see that he embraced her, and if his muzzle was within reach, to press wanton kisses upon its side.
RE: of faces pressed to bloodstained panes - RIP Firefly - February 19, 2019
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They were both willing and able beasts in this feral moment; the purpose of their coupling fell away from his mind as Firefly drew close to her, though. The meeting of their hips, the hugging of his forelimbs around her sides, everything, was done with as much care and caution as he could muster in that frenzied moment - although he had been possessed by some intensely animalistic desires, Firefly did not wish to hurt her in the process. He felt her kissing at him as he gripped her, and then things fell in to place.
[interlude]
Afterwards, when he could pull himself off of her, he couldn't stand. The man's legs had turned to jelly but it didn't matter; the endorphin rush of their coupling left him doped up and gleeful, and he lay against the dirt panting heavily, watching her as if in a dream.
RE: of faces pressed to bloodstained panes - Erzulie - February 24, 2019
their coupling had passed with none of the dabbling and caresses to which erzulie had become accustomed, and she burned for him still, flesh half-roused by the riotous sensation of their bodies mingling. a low growl purled from her throat as she trembled, shook out her ruff, pressed her face against his own.
tonguetip took to his ears; erzulie meant to rouse the winded firefly again, perhaps envelop him more slowly this time, and again, until they had both been sated several times over. perhaps pleasure would ensure that new life would begin within her. though the prospect of such still made the harlot wary, she put the thought from her mind, concentrating on the man with pointed determination.
tonguetip took to his ears; erzulie meant to rouse the winded firefly again, perhaps envelop him more slowly this time, and again, until they had both been sated several times over. perhaps pleasure would ensure that new life would begin within her. though the prospect of such still made the harlot wary, she put the thought from her mind, concentrating on the man with pointed determination.
RE: of faces pressed to bloodstained panes - RIP Firefly - February 26, 2019
He rested for a short time. There was no satiating her, though - and soon, with some prompting and attention, he was on his feet again and doing what he could to put his body's worn sensations out of his mind.
Firefly had a job to do. A purpose. There was an agreement in place for Erzulie to use him as she needed, and so he would do as instructed - charmed of course, pleased to please, so it wasn't like he didn't enjoy himself.
Whatever she wanted, he would provide. It left the man growing closer to the woman with each union of their body; every breath, every heart beat, and he was finding himself merging more than their bodies together. Firefly had always held an affinity for the witch-woman and this, this tryst or this arrangement whatever you may call it, pulled him in to a state of pure adoration for Erzulie.
RE: of faces pressed to bloodstained panes - Erzulie - March 01, 2019
likewise, his eager nature and gentle touch endeared firefly to erzulie, so that when they parted again with heavy breaths, she turned to smile pleasantly at him, encouraging silently that they take a rest. her body still ached with the dull urge of the season, but for now she could ignore it.
"tell me somet'ing about yourself," the harlot invited now, curled against his flank. he had always been close-lipped about his origins, and though they had come together several times, both as packmates and as they were now, neither knew the details of the other. and while erzulie did not need many things, she was curious about the scarred man who roused her in more than ways of the flesh.
"tell me somet'ing about yourself," the harlot invited now, curled against his flank. he had always been close-lipped about his origins, and though they had come together several times, both as packmates and as they were now, neither knew the details of the other. and while erzulie did not need many things, she was curious about the scarred man who roused her in more than ways of the flesh.
RE: of faces pressed to bloodstained panes - RIP Firefly - March 05, 2019
As they lay together recouperating, she asked him for something that he was not prepared for. He could give his time and energy, his protection, his seed, but this simple request was not something Firefly either anticipated nor had any way to really answer. He could not remember much of his life - and while he was surprised by the query, he did his best to think and reply all the same. But the man was silent for a long series of moments before he said,
I don't think I've ever done that before,which might've been embarrassing to any younger wolf, but not to him. He was being earnest. It felt right, not like a lie, and he couldn't remember it ever happening before.
I hope.. I hope it was alright.It wasn't what she had in mind when she'd asked, probably. The man couldn't think of anything else to share though. His memories had stalled in their return ever since the pack had intercepted the cougar in the caves; it was likely, at least to Firefly, he would never know his true self.
RE: of faces pressed to bloodstained panes - Erzulie - March 10, 2019
"do you mean dat you were a virgin?" erzulie inquired bluntly, eyes half-lidded but with no judgement in their depths. "i would have never known," she continued, and it was true; he had taken her with a confidence reserved for men who had known many bodies in their life.
"it is just as well," the jezebel commented, lying prone to arch her body against the earth. her hunger was rising again, but for now she would enjoy the brief pleasure that was denial. "in my life before dis one, to make men was my craft." perhaps firefly would know of what she meant, perhaps not; either way, it mattered little.
"it is just as well," the jezebel commented, lying prone to arch her body against the earth. her hunger was rising again, but for now she would enjoy the brief pleasure that was denial. "in my life before dis one, to make men was my craft." perhaps firefly would know of what she meant, perhaps not; either way, it mattered little.
RE: of faces pressed to bloodstained panes - RIP Firefly - March 11, 2019
When the word hit his ears they shifted slightly, like they were trying to swat the sound away, and he didn't know why. There was nothing wrong with being a virgin as far as he knew, plus, maybe he'd had a few lovers and just couldn't remember them. Judging by the way Erzulie commended his ability Firefly desired to believe that.
She shared a fact about herself that sounded more like a riddle. After a moment for the words to sink in, Firelfy understood the meaning. He wondered wordlessly what kind of existence that would be — to turn men in to boys — surely a pleasurable one, an active (in the vein of "cardio is your friend") one. It explained why she was so alluring to him. She was more experienced than he probably was and knew just how to use her body - a great skill.
He smiled slowly, filled with respect and adoration for her. In the back of his mind maybe even a small, thrilling, sense of possession.
Soon you'll have made more - sons and daughters, hopefully,it wasn't the same as what she was talking about but he was trying to be clever.
RE: of faces pressed to bloodstained panes - Erzulie - March 19, 2019
firefly did not take her meaning, and it was just as well. erzulie felt little need to explain herself, for he had done well by her, and she too saw no shame in having been virginal. however, purity was only a burden to a jezebel, and she had long ago divested herself of the weight.
rolling to nip his hip playfully, the cinnamon-hued woman met his eyes for a long moment before rising, inviting firefly with a glance to accompany her along the shoreline, that they might bathe and perhaps enjoy the efforts of each other's body another time.
rolling to nip his hip playfully, the cinnamon-hued woman met his eyes for a long moment before rising, inviting firefly with a glance to accompany her along the shoreline, that they might bathe and perhaps enjoy the efforts of each other's body another time.
RE: of faces pressed to bloodstained panes - RIP Firefly - March 24, 2019
She said nothing; then, rising and moving away from him, he thought maybe she took offense somehow. It had not been his intention. Then she paused and invited him along with a glance - and so Firefly rose and followed after her along the beach, where they would bathe and love, bask in the sun and the warmth of their bodies shared freely.