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[M] of fantasy, of dreams, and ceremonies - Shadow - October 08, 2014
@Paarthurnax :)
The silver Praetor had finished his duties and was currently sitting on top of the hill, near the arch entrance of Noctisardor Bypass. His gaze on the sun as Apollo dragged the source of light downwards so his sister could take up the moon. Things had slowly became smoother and less chaotic, more disciplined and orderly. It wouldn't be long before winter came and he was glad his pack mates had the brains to order themselves, perform their daily duties and do everything expected of them. He knew Flash was a daily patroller and was planning to relieve him of probatioship soon. Farkas, a good hunter, probably would make a good senator. But he was currently thinking most about her. His wife, Paar.
He was sincerely sorry for always going on with his duties and seemingly abandoning her, only snatching a bit of time at night to curl up beside her and sleep before having to wake up again and repeat the whole thing all over again. But those days would soon be over, if his subordinates continued to be as orderly, disciplined and completed their duties as usual, he could relax ever so slightly and perhaps if Paar had time. They could, well, enjoy each other's company like they did at the Creek.
The Roman knew he had changed from the carefree outrider he was at the Creek to a more dignified, dutiful, proud Roman as the Praetor of Noctisardor Bypass but really, they were simply the same person. And he was planning to retire back to the carefree wolf he was before but he knew that nothing would be the same again for at that time he was a subordinate of an Alpha. Now he was at the top of the totem pole and responsibilities nagged at him every moment of his life.
RE: of fantasy, of dreams, and ceremonies - Paarthurnax - October 09, 2014
Set after her thread with Scimitar. I'm going to be vague about that because I don't know what direction it's going to take yet, so forgive me for the crappy post, lol.
She'd been away from Noctisardor for several days, but hoped that Shadow and her pack-mates were able to accept that she was an adult and didn't need them to worry for her. Paarthurnax regretted not telling her beloved that she needed a change of scenery, but it had been something she'd needed to break herself free from the tense, stressful path her life seemed to take her as of late. Besides, she was a grown wolf who could take care of herself and has done long before Shadow was a part of her life; she didn't need anyone's permission to venture into neutral territory. She felt better for it, despite her unexpected encounter with Scimitar, and on the route home she found herself eagerly anticipating Shadow's embrace. Her uncertainty remained, however, for she was not sure how her partner would react to her return following her unannounced departure.
She'd cleansed herself off any trace scent of her former leader to the best of her ability, not wishing to rouse suspicion from her silver outrider who might think her rendezvous with Scim had been planned. Part still wasn't sure how he might feel about her approaching the wolves who'd cast him out of their ranks, so felt it best to keep any meetings with former comrades to herself.
When she saw the ashen Alpha lingering just beyond the arched trees that marked the entrance to their home, Paarthurnax then felt the pull off guilt at her heart. But still she went to him, submissive with the duck of her head and the downward twitch of her tail, and woofed softly to announce her arrival. When she drew nearer she eased to a halt before him, warmth in her fiery gaze and a hopeful smile tugging at her lips. "I'm sorry," she mustered, reaching out to bump her muzzle to her beloved's pale cheek, hoping that he did not shy from her touch. "If I worried you while I was gone. I just needed a change of scenery for a couple of days, so I followed the river."
RE: of fantasy, of dreams, and ceremonies - Shadow - October 09, 2014
that you do love me, i am nothing jealous
Truthfully, the Roman had been worried when Paar did not appear at their den at night and soon found out she was not at the Bypass at all. He had considered sending someone out (or himself) to find her and see if she was in any trouble but decided against it. She was old enough and though she might seem like a fragile flower, he knew she was strong and could fend for herself so he refrained from sending scouts. But he missed her, even if it was only for a few days. The den felt empty without her usual crimson pelt and the warmth she emitted. But he waited patiently, telling himself if she did not come back in a week or so, he would go find her. But never before. Suspicions had first crept into his mind but he shoved them away for he trusted Paar, trusted her to not betray him and it was only through his love and trust for her did he manage to not think she had left him for the Creek or Bazi or Scimitar. The meeting he had with the agouti male flashed through his mind and he stopped the dark scowl from appearing on his face, keeping a stoic, indifferent look as he sat on the hill, looking at the archway and the sunset.
A familiar soft voice jolted him out of his thoughts and though the urge to turn around was strong, he resisted it instead waited. It was her, he missed her despite it only being a few days since they had been separated but he did not tell her that, nor did it show on his features. Her bright copper eyes held warmth and a hopeful smile tugged at her lips. She apologized, touching her muzzle to his cheek, he leaned away for a brief moment, hoping to tease her before a broad grin spread over his features and he turned to her, fervently kissing her. The Roman did not care where she went, or who she met on the way, or why she went as long as she was still here with him. "I'm just glad you're back," he said softly, touching her crown with his nose affectionately. "The den was empty, felt empty without you,you know. I had to sleep outside, in the Silva Stellarum, the stars made me think about you again so I had to move beside the lake but that didn't really help so in the end I just slept outside our den." The sterling wolf missed her so damn much but he did not yell at her, be mad at her for leaving without notice for she was an adult and he knew he himself sometimes left without telling anyone either. But that was typical for him and not for her.
"I missed so so much, my love." he growled softly, gently, playfully.
A familiar soft voice jolted him out of his thoughts and though the urge to turn around was strong, he resisted it instead waited. It was her, he missed her despite it only being a few days since they had been separated but he did not tell her that, nor did it show on his features. Her bright copper eyes held warmth and a hopeful smile tugged at her lips. She apologized, touching her muzzle to his cheek, he leaned away for a brief moment, hoping to tease her before a broad grin spread over his features and he turned to her, fervently kissing her. The Roman did not care where she went, or who she met on the way, or why she went as long as she was still here with him. "I'm just glad you're back," he said softly, touching her crown with his nose affectionately. "The den was empty, felt empty without you,you know. I had to sleep outside, in the Silva Stellarum, the stars made me think about you again so I had to move beside the lake but that didn't really help so in the end I just slept outside our den." The sterling wolf missed her so damn much but he did not yell at her, be mad at her for leaving without notice for she was an adult and he knew he himself sometimes left without telling anyone either. But that was typical for him and not for her.
"I missed so so much, my love." he growled softly, gently, playfully.
RE: of fantasy, of dreams, and ceremonies - Paarthurnax - October 10, 2014
Shadow did not seem to welcome her touch, which made the crimson sandflower wish to retreat into her shell. She pressed her tall ears back and whined softly, though her heart kick-started once again when her partner turned toward her once more to plant upon her muzzle an enthusiastic kiss. Happiness flooded into her features once more and with a brief grin, Paarthurnax strode forward to tuck her crown beneath her mate's chin until she was snug against his throat.
"With a pelt like this," she crooned, tugging affectionately at a tuft of pale silver fur directly before her snout, "you could not have been too cold, at least."
Her tail did not cease it's wagging, and she did not move from his embrace. "And I, you," was the response she gave following the announcement that he'd missed her, and she meant it. The time alone was good for her, time that she could use to reflect on how things were and how things could've been, and she had come to realise just how lucky she was.
RE: of fantasy, of dreams, and ceremonies - Shadow - October 10, 2014
"Hmm, true." he lowered his head to nip her scruff affectionately, missing her warmth greatly for it had been days since he was close to her. Her tail did not stop wagging and she did not move from his embrace, saying that she too, had missed him. That made him want to ask her where did she go? The exact place and did she meet anyone while she was at it? But he felt it was not the time to ask those questions yet, but to rejoice at her return. The days he had been alone, not technically alone since he had his packmates but alone without her, he had realize that he was actually very lucky, so lucky to have a beautiful and loving wife, so lucky to have this life.
The Roman attempted to wrap his limbs around her, lying on the ground as he did so with a bright smile on his face as the fiery sunset began its show. The fiery oranges and reds blasted through the sky, not long later joined by the pink as it streaked across the horizon, casting a soft eerie glow over the couple. The silver male breathed down her neck, "In what way?" he asked, a mischievous glint in his platinum eyes.
RE: of fantasy, of dreams, and ceremonies - Paarthurnax - October 11, 2014
Shadow stayed close to her, silver and red meshed together, and Paarthurnax let herself be snuggled. Soon, however, the peaceful moment was swept away and the lithe Frostfur was gripped around her collar by strong forelimbs and, gently, pulled down into the ground. Bathed in the warm, pastel shades of the cooling Autumn eve, the duo lay intertwined among the grasses, sheltered by the canopy of a proud oak.
The silver Alpha then manoeuvred himself in such a way that his snout was against her throat, and Paar felt her breath hitch. His breath, hot against the fine fur there, was almost sketching to her tender hide, and she growled her affection. When he spoke once again her lovely eyes fluttered open, and she canted her muzzle to eye her sterling outrider playfully. "Every way," she whispered to him, a smirk playing at her lips.
RE: of fantasy, of dreams, and ceremonies - Shadow - October 11, 2014
"Every way," he mirrored her smirk, "Hmm....Really...." he whispered in return and with a mischievous look in his silver eyes, he dipped his head and placed a sultry kiss on her throat, breathing out slowly as he slowly started to move downwards, kissing her lovingly as he did so. Platinum eyes glinted as he placed an exceptionally long kiss on her chest before stopping and raising his head to gaze at her, with the sunset's light reflecting off her beautiful body, she was like an angel descended from Olympus. Like a goddess of Rome. And to him, she was prettier than all the goddess put together.
"So...." he drawled out softly, "what do you want?" he asked, rolling his shoulders in a brief shrug while silver eyes remained glued on her copper ones, the mischievous look that could rival Mercury's still circling his bright eyes. "Hmm?" he leaned down to give her another kiss.
RE: of fantasy, of dreams, and ceremonies - Paarthurnax - October 12, 2014
Post 200 for you!
Shadow dipped his muzzle until his muzzle was against her throat, and Paar tilted her head back to accommodate him. She growled affectionately when his tongue smoothed the pristine ivory fur there, and closed her lovely eyes as he trailed his lips downward until he planned a sultry kiss there. The gesture did not last, however, and the ashen Alpha pulled away. Lashes fluttering, the crimson beauty shot her beloved a sideward glance, an arch to her brow as she contemplated a response to what he said.
He was very obviously frisky, and she was more tired than anything else, but more than anything Paarthurnax did not wish to disappoint him. When she became his mate she'd made a promise to be dutiful, and if he desired her body, it was her responsibility to give it. He just had to work for it...
"You tell me," Paar crooned, her two-toned tail giving a thoughtful sweep across the grasses at her rear.
RE: of fantasy, of dreams, and ceremonies - Shadow - October 13, 2014
:D
"You tell me," she crooned and the Praetor leaned downwards again, his body swung over her own although careful not to burden her with his weight. The sterling wolf's tail stroked her thighs gently, he knew she was probably tired from her journey and needed to rest. And the Roman knew he was being selfish, keeping her to himself when she should probably be resting in their den but he couldn't help it. He wanted to be with her again, there wasn't hardly enough time to be with her, to do the things he wanted to do with her. So much things had messed up the orderly boy's schedule and he rarely had time to do anything these days other than patrolling, hunting, keeping track of everything. Truthfully, he didn't really have time to think about her when she was gone and guilt consumed him for a brief moment before he shook it away.
She was here now and they had time, that was all that mattered. Even though Shadow didn't have time to think about her those days she was gone, his heart ached for her presence, her smile, her vibrant eyes, her laugh, everything that had drawn him towards her. And that was what fueled his tired body, muzzle dipping down to her chest the youth began peppering her with kisses, moving downwards until he reached her belly where the ashen outrider swept his tongue across the ivory fur there. Hadrian stopped for a brief moment before continuing downwards.
RE: of fantasy, of dreams, and ceremonies - Paarthurnax - October 13, 2014
Mature content in this post, and probably in those following. :P
Shadow did not respond with words, but instead made to fuel her budding fire by raising his powerful frame and sweeping to crouch over her own. The heat of her partner's undersides against her back caused her spine to instinctively arch against him, but he did not make to yank her up onto her nimble paws and into a lovers' embrace. Instead he leaned over her petite figure, manoeuvring to pepper gentle kisses across her throat and chest one more, shifting so that he could taste the silken fur of her flank. Suddenly, she felt herself consumed by an uncontrollable need for the silver outrider, spurred on by his tender, teasing touch.
Paarthurnax did not hesitate to rise then, slinking forward until her hips were snug between her mate's strong forelimbs. It was there that she lingered, tail thrust aside, and the aspiring Alphess made to seduce her beloved with a beckoning purl.
RE: [M] of fantasy, of dreams, and ceremonies - Shadow - October 13, 2014
The Roman was surprised as Paar rose (though none of it showed), moving until her hips were firm against his forelimbs, her rump achingly close to where he wanted it to be. Her tail was off to the side, the urge to mount her was strong but he wanted to try something else. Moving backwards slightly, he dipped his muzzle towards her and sniffed it before swiping a tongue experimentally across it. And another before finally raising his muzzle and moving forward again until his own hips were firm against her rump. Making sure they were positioned correctly, he leaned forward to get a better grip on her, strong jaws clamping gently down on her scruff as wrapped his forelimbs around her.
"I suppose you did miss me in this way too?" Shadow asked in a soft teasing tone before thrusting his hips forward, he tugged himself upwards so he had a better grip but did not move, wondering what would be her reaction.
RE: [M] of fantasy, of dreams, and ceremonies - Paarthurnax - October 13, 2014
He did not at once reach out for her fine waist with his forelimbs, did not grip her nape with his fangs, did not fold her snugly into his embrace. Instead, much to her initial disappointment, Shadow took a long stride backward and ducked his muzzle beneath her plush tail, where with a flick of his warm tongue he sent electricity throughout every nerve in her body. Paarthurnax sucked in a breath as he braved this act once more, and she squirmed in her place as at last her partner stepped closer until his chest was flush against her rump, and he was on his rear limbs and gripping her by the abdomen and tugging her onto him with a strong jerk of his hips.
She accepted him with a low moan of his name, bracing herself for another thrust that did not come. Shadow's words hung in the site for several long moments, unanswered, as Paarthurnax struggled to remain in control of her ragged breaths. "Make love to me, Praetor" she mustered, something akin to begging in her soft tone.
RE: [M] of fantasy, of dreams, and ceremonies - Shadow - October 13, 2014
He was delighted that his 'experimental sniffing' had made her squirm and shudder as she sucked in a breath. A low moan of his name escaped his wife's lips as he entered her and stayed, her breath ragged as the silence wreathed around them, both wanting to continue but Shadow loved teasing her and managed to have some self restraint. In the end she spoke, though it was not the answer to his question, he obeyed, quite happily too. Shuffling his hind legs to get a better position, placing a kiss on her spine, he gave another thrust, a soft hiss escaping the silver male's lips as he did so. He buried himself deep within her before withdrawing and thrusting again, the fur on his hips meshing with the fur on her rump.
His strokes were agonizingly slow, teasing her with every stroke, every thrust of his hips he made. Shadow knew Paar would want him to thrust faster but he wanted her to say it herself, request what she wanted and so his thrusts continued with the same slow, rhythmic strokes. "Tell me, what do you want Paar?" he hissed softly, plastering another kiss on her back.
RE: [M] of fantasy, of dreams, and ceremonies - Paarthurnax - October 14, 2014
He moved achingly slow, but she enjoyed being close to him all the same. Paar accepted each gentle stroke with a low rumble, a noise of affection and pleasure that she could not contain. While she had loved the frenzy of their previous coupling, the crimson Frostfur found that she felt just as invigorated with this deliberately careful lovemaking.
Paarthurnax' mood dipped, however, when her mate spoke in request that she tell him what she desired, to which she did not answer immediately. She'd announced already that she wished for him to take her, claim her as his own, and frankly she found talking during sex to be a massive turn-off. And so did not rack her mind for the elaborate answer Shadow may have desired, but instead offered "I want you," accompanied by a low and lustful growl that beckoned for her lover to continue not with his words, but with his actions.
RE: [M] of fantasy, of dreams, and ceremonies - Shadow - October 14, 2014
The lust filled growl she gave him aroused him even further, the heat in his loins bothering him greatly, he drew his hip back and thrusted in again, burying himself deep within her before withdrawing and repeating. A low moan slipped from his lips as he began moving faster, pulling her hips close to his over and over again, forelimbs tightening their hold around her as he pushed himself forwards, gripping her scruff firmly between his jaws. Pausing for a brief moment, the wolf pulled himself higher over her back, plastering a few wet kisses on Paar's neck as he did so.
Deciding the make this session a bit longer than the one they had last time, he slowed down slightly, pushing their hips together in a slower, rhythmic speed. If Paar wanted him to move faster, he would obey her will, but not before teasing her. However Shadow did not speak, allowing his actions to ask instead.
RE: [M] of fantasy, of dreams, and ceremonies - Paarthurnax - October 15, 2014
Paarthurnax felt pressure begin to build in the pit of her abdomen as her partner's pace increased, and she brwced herself for his weight. Her jaws parted and she began to breathe heavily, the cat-like arch in her spine against Shadow's belly indicating that she was keen for him to continue.
She felt as though her skin was on fire. Every stroke sent a new wave of pleasure choursing through her entire body, every rack of her mate's claws through her fine fur made her shudder beneath his grasp. Every time he pulled her waist closer to him, Paarthurnax dutifully obliged and rocked back against him with a satisfied grunt.
Her heart seemed out of control as it thrummed within her breast, as though it might break free at any given moment. It continued to do so even when the frenzy slowed considerably, replaced once more by gentler strokes. Paarthurnax began to shake beneath her lover, whether from struggling to hold him up or from the thrill of their coupling she did not know, but uncertainty bloomed as she considered how much longer her sudden burst of energy would hold out.
RE: [M] of fantasy, of dreams, and ceremonies - Shadow - October 15, 2014
He grunted softly as Paar's spine arched against his belly, noticing that she was beginning to breath heavily. Whenever he thrusted into her, she pushed backwards into him, a sound that seemed to be between a moan and a grunt slipped from his lips as he moved. Shadow noticed her shaking underneath him, truthfully he was tall enough to put all his limbs on the ground so his jaws left her scruff, soft pants emitting from him, forelimbs wrapped tightly around her belly.
Pleasure coursed through his body with every thrust he made, "Paar...." he moaned softly as he left her entirely before thrusting back in forcefully and staying in for about ten seconds before moving again. His strokes were slow, and then fast and then slow again, silently asking her to choose what speed she wanted.
RE: [M] of fantasy, of dreams, and ceremonies - Paarthurnax - October 19, 2014
Mind if we fade here?
Her breaths were heavy and her limbs trembled as the lithe medic strained to keep herself from collapsing beneath her partner's weight. Focusing on her struggles, Shadow seemed to readjust himself to grant Paarthurnax some relief and, keen to continue enjoying their coupling, the crimson wolfess' thoughts returned once more to pleasing her partner.
Pressure began to build in the pit of her abdomen, hot and uncontrollable, and Paar once more arched her back as her lover continued to grind his hips against hers. With each achingly gentle stroke she felt her climax creep closer until, with a backward cant on her crown, the russet Frostfur cried out with her release.
RE: [M] of fantasy, of dreams, and ceremonies - Shadow - October 23, 2014
Last one from you?
The silver male felt something begin to build up inside him, his breaths grew heavier and his strokes grew faster, thrusting against her as fast as he could, strong limbs pulling her wast close to his before repeating the action again. The pressure was growing hotter and hotter and so as it grew, he moved faster and faster, soft sounds slipping uncontrollably out of his lips. The youth felt her arch her back beneath him and it wasn't long before she cried out but he wasn't done yet so he began to move even faster, forelimbs clutching her tightly, he gasped out a few moments later and a loud cry slipped from between his lips. His body arched, convulsing and shuddering.
Exhaustion now crept through him and after placing another weary but loving kiss on her nape, he withdrew and slumped down on the ground, a content expression spreading across his features as he gazed at her with vibrant silver eyes. "Come," he whispered as he closed his eyes, ready to drift to the realm of Somnus.
RE: [M] of fantasy, of dreams, and ceremonies - Paarthurnax - October 25, 2014
When he released his grasp from around her waist and slumped heavily to the ground, Paarthurnax did not hesitate to go to him. She lowered herself carefully onto the ground at her mate's side, her flank pressed firmly to Shadow's own, and tucked herself comfortably against him.
With a satisfied huff she flicked her salmon tongue past her lips and fleetingly kisses her lover's shoulder before closing her tired eyes and drifted into light slumber.