Hideaway Strath [M] When it's over we can say well done

@Charles! Backdated to the 5th <3

 

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The Overseer felt like she was on fire, tingly and giddy and playful, constantly. 
And her behaviors had changed subtly enough that she didn't pay them any mind, which was new. 
And now, having little self control for once in nearly a year, she was actively searching for a willing male to bed with. 

To start a family with.

Charles didn't have a clue that any of this was going on. Yeah, he'd noticed a weird scent in the air lately. Not just from Nyra, the woman who'd recruited him into this dark and scary place, but also from the woman who pounced him, and in general, there'd been a lot of... weird scents going around. It was ominous and it filled Charles with anticipation, but not really the good kind. His body didn't respond to it like most men did, not in the all-consuming kind of way anyway.

The coywolf vaguely remembered his mother smelling this way in the year past; he remembered getting beat up by her when he asked her about it. Only when he rolled to his back she had left him alone. He didn't remember the details, since it was a year ago now, but he remembered feeling like a dumb kid for not knowing what was going on.

His mind drifted to Osiris regularly still, even though he didn't want it to. Because when he thought of Osiris — of how beautiful he had been, of how powerful an air he had about him, of how much he desired to have those teeth set into his flesh — he inevitably thought of a bear mauling him in front of his eyes, of the bear mauling Leta in front of his eyes. That was too much to swallow, and he quickly pushed it away.

Completely unaware of the danger ahead of him, Charles wandered a road through the Strath. He felt like he was suffocating — in this blocked-off one-way-exit territory, with these strange and unpredictable wolves, with this strange scent that screamed danger and reminded him of his mother who he never wanted to see again wafting his way, closer and closer...

Before too long, the Overseer's massive form appeared through the trees, heading straight for him with some weird level of urgency she hadn't noticed. 

All Nyra knew was that she was rearing to go and stupid decisions were probably to be made from the haste she felt to conceive. 

Seeing his coyote-like form, Nyra looked up in Charles with an obvious inner conflict. 
Would he make a good suitor to her needs? 
Would she regret it later? 

Time to find out. 

"Hello again, dear." Nyra purred, swinging towards him with a warmth in her eyes uncharacteristic to her.

There was a brief relief flashing the coywolf's face when it was Nyra who showed up. Even though she was large and intimidating, she had proven that she wasn't quick to lash out at his stupidity and lack of knowledge. With her came that suffocating scent, though, that made Charles petrify even though he wanted to run away.

He watched as she came nearer; there was a predatory look on her face that he didn't recognise from when they had met. Yet on the other hand there was also a softness in her eyes, something warm. The combination of both terrified Charles, but he managed to fight off the fear from his face so that he could save his dignity.

Dear? Uh, hey, 'sup, Charles said overly casually — especially for the situation — and he stared at her, finding it hard to get his body to do anything at all, let alone what he wanted (which was still to run away, even though he knew it was foolish to run from one of his own leaders in his new pack).

He seemed nervous, still, despite his casual response. 
As the youth stayed rooted to the ground, Nyra slithered along his body akin to a snake, pressing to him as she briefly leaned in while weaving around Charles. 

"Have you thought about your future? About...children?" She asked, playful in tone despite the hunger in her hues.

Could you maybe add a mature tag for sexual content to your first post? :) Thanks! <3

An uncontrollable shiver ran down Charles' spine as Nyra spun herself around his body, pressing herself up to him. He felt an involuntary reaction from his body, an excited swirl that raced from his chest to his stomach to his loins. What was going on? Charles felt really weird, because his body was turned on but his mind felt nothing for her. A part of him was afraid, even. He nervously licked his lips while his paws still refused to function and his tail was tucked between his hind legs.

Children? Some of the pieces of the puzzle became clearer to him then; the suffocating scent, the way his body responded, the way she pressed herself up to him... The coywolf had never even considered whether he wanted children. He had imagined what it might be like to have sex with a woman, although it wasn't a thing that really appealed to him. But he knew it was something that was expected of him, something that would be good for his reputation; something that he would be eventually expected to do.

The mix of involuntary excitement and fear made him tremble lightly as he looked at her. Not really. He didn't usually think about tomorrow, let alone the far future. What's it to you? He tried to sound confident and casual as he repeated the words he'd first said to her when they had met on the road to the Strath, but the last words came out in a high-pitched squeak that betrayed how nervous he was. Please go away, he thought to himself, because he knew there was no way that he could make her go away himself, since she was his leader and all.

He hoped that she wasn't really considering what she insinuated considering. He didn't want children, and he certainly didn't want to do anything sexual with her, despite his body thinking otherwise and confusing him thoroughly. Thing was, when it came down to it, would he even be brave enough to say no to her face, if that's what he decided?

done! <3

 


She noted his nervousness, the conflict in him was obvious. As she weaved around him and felt the soft shaking of his body, she also paid attention to his eyes, and they said much about his feelings. 

And due to her own past, she stopped, moving away from him and instead standing in front of him with an apology in her piercing gaze.

"If you do not want to, then I will not make you. I know what it's like to be forced into something like this, and I wouldn't wish that upon you or any other child." 

And though she did want to breed, he was her packmate, and therefore, to her, he mattered.

There was immense relief when she took her distance from him at first, although his body was still telling him otherwise. The coywolf felt utterly confused. In his current state he didn't even consider the implications of what it would be like to be forced into something like this. Perhaps because he was so used to being forced into all sorts of things that Charles genuinely didn't realise how much worse it would have been than anything he'd encountered if that was where this would end. He felt like he could breathe again, but he found it hard what to do with her words.

I wouldn't wish that on your or any other child... That stung so badly. More than he liked to admit. Any. Other. Child. I'm not a child, Charles said, his nervousness making place for indignation. Are you saying I couldn't do it? He took a step towards her, brazenly, feeling empowered all of a sudden. He wasn't sure what had gotten into him or why; but probably the fact that she left the ball in his court had something to do with it. He'd been mentally preparing to be forced into something he didn't want to do. A part of him still believed that she would make his life harder here if he didn't. But to get some of the control back with him, that boosted his confidence.

Now he just wanted to do it mostly to prove that he wasn't a child; no longer just because she would resent him if he rejected her.

She wouldn't have resented him, but as life makes us learn - we cannot control how others see us. And to see his determination to be seen as a man, and not a kid...
Nyra did something she may or may not regret later. She lept for the unstable opportunity being given. 

"I never said you couldn't, but if you really aren't a kid, then prove it to me." She half purred, half rumbled, turning around so he didn't have to go around her for access, if he chose to take this step with her. 

Hungry, yet patient, she watched him with a sidelong gaze, swaying her tail slowly.

She taunted him, and this was a game that Charles knew to play a little bit. He thought back to Dhalia in Firefly Glen; proof that he knew how to woo a lady.

Except she didn't seem to want to be woo'd. She seemed to want just... The sex... Thing. Charles didn't immediately go for it, instead he pressed himself up against her side, moving his head to be closer to hers. His body was tense -- he didn't usually touch others in any way, let alone in this way -- as he nibbled at her shoulder awkwardly. His body would stay tense throughout the thing.

He wasn't really sure... What to do... And perhaps along the way, Nyra would have to instruct Charles on what to do precisely. It might take him a bit up get fired up, although his body did stir in ways far different than his mind. But he was determined to prove that he wasn't a kid and that he wasn't a weirdo who was into men.

He was a man, and he'd prove that he could fuck like one.

To Nyra,
to the world,
but most of all, to himself.

we can fade it here? :)