Blackwater Islands so a consort and a harlot walk into a bar

@Whip!! : set right after the drageda meeting thread.

Kalika had been on edge since the meeting with Drageda, though it was unclear if the strains of politics were her true lag. She had spent the time right before and just after the negotiations with her hackles raised and her paws pacing. Had she done well? Had her poor skills provided ruin to her pack's name? What if the tides changed and it all fell back onto her juvenile faults? 

Eventually, this became enough to drive the young femme into a strange, stress-induced state which fell somewhere between awakedness and slumber. Her cognition of the outside world had been temporarily cut, though she favored the newfound time she had to sit and speak with the Mother.

As she sat quiet and still atop a brigade of rough stone and sand, Kalika stared out over the horizon with her tail whipping behind her; a silent warning to those who wished to approach.

Whip had gone to the gathering with the faint glimmer of hope that he would see one of the last surviving members of his family, Wildfire. Upon arriving to the meeting point however, Whip found the hope of seeing his sister squandered. She had not been there -- instead, they had been greeted by her mate. Their leader, Heda. Initially, Whip's dissapointment was paramount, blossoming into a familiar sadness that felt mostly numb. It was clear to see that the Mothers intended for him to remain seperated from all blood relations, and if it was the will of the Mothers, so be it.

Upon return, Whip took to the shore to seek guidance from the Mothers despite his lowly status as a mere drudge. He tried to divine wisdom from the waves as Akantha and the others had, but the Mothers did not speak to one like Whip. With his forepaws dipped beneath the water, Whip shut his eyes and listened. There was only silence, peppered with the whisper of the wind over a placid sea.

With no answer on the other end, Whip turned away from the sea and looked inland. His gaze caught Kalika and Whip fell still.

The slight splashes of water from a bit farther up the coast caught Kalika's attention, though slight nonetheless. She slowly craned her head to see who had been delivered upon her by the Sea, and seeing it to be one of the consorts, she plastered a grin onto her face. A chirp escaped her maw to call him forward a few paces, as she had nought the energy to go to him in her own right. 

As he came closer, Kalika looked him over to examine his youthful frame for any signs of abuse. He was thinner than she might have wished, though she could tell by his willingness to serve that he would make it far in their ranks. 

Or at least as far as he could.

Why were you at the shoreline, sweetheart? Speaking to the Sea? The purr of her voice was intoxicating, albeit a bit slurred from her mental scattering. What troubles you, consort?

Whip did as Kalika bid, stepping forward slowly with a careful, slow gait. It was natural to fear the women of the Nereides. They were stern; excercising their divine right over wolves like Whip, consorts, whenever possible. The youth kept a low profile with his head lowered and his gaze directed at Kalika's paws.

When he neared, she spoke. Her voice far too sweet and becoming of a siren. Their tones were harsh and clinical; as frigid as the cold sea herself. But from Kalika, there was warmth -- and that made Whip wary. He did not like the unexpected, and kindness was far to rare to accuratly predict. So, he offered his answer with a nod. "I was," he said. The conversation however, had been completely one sided. "But it's nothing of importance." He missed his family, but his feelings were of no value to the Nereides, so Whip shrugged them away.

Normally, Kalika might have tried to use charm and suave tricks to weed the answers that she wished from the consort, though this wasn't the rosebud who normally resided in the youthful frame. Rather, this was a beast unleashed from where it was normally hidden under a composed facade. She gave a short chortle in a sweet tone with a toothy grin before replying to Whip.

Oh, silly consort, she said, almost mocking him in a motherly fashion, that isn't what I asked. Her voice faded from the typical honey vibratto as her brow dropped and her eyes focused on his face, waiting for a response. Kalika looked more serious (and in turn, more dangerous) than she ever had, creating an interesting dynamic on both ends.

Now, what troubles you, consort?

Kalika spoke, demeanor changing like the flip of a coin.

There it was. That cold, clinical derision that was now so familiar. Whip's ears fell flat against the top of his head. He arched his back and his shoulders rolled forward defensively. "I just --" Whip started to mumble. "I just miss my family sometimes." Whip had always found discussing his emotions difficult, so this was a stark understatement. He did not miss his family sometimes, he missed them all the time. Nearly every waking moment, Whip thought of the paretns that he had taken for granted.

"Why'd the Mothers let me live when they had to die?" he asked. "Why am I different?" Deep down, there was a little resentment harbored in Whip's dry, loveless heart. "Akantha says it was the will of the sea, but the Mothers won't tell me why."

That's better, Kalika said with a slightly lighter tone. She chirped once more as she beckoned him forward, so that she might be able to hold him in his fragile state. I know what it is like to miss someone. I have two siblings who I haven't seen since we were children. She sighed as she thought about how she might answer such pained inquiries, though it seemed that words wouldn't be enough to comfort Whip. Kalika gave him a kiss to the forehead and purred as she spoke, the words smooth like summer rum.

The Mothers have their ways, and though sometimes we may not understand why they do the things that they do, we must understand that they have a plan for us all. Perhaps you were destined to serve as a Gaurdian of the Nereides women, and the Mothers have left you deaf to their call so that you might learn this prophecy on your own. She took a deep breath and adjusted herself so that she could have a clearer view of the boy's eyes, Perhaps you were made to be different. Perhaps you were created to serve.

Whip has some SERIOUS mommy issues... so, things could get weird.

Kalika gave answers readily, which Whip appreciated. However, the answers she provided did little to dull the sharp pain of loss. She offered herself for comfort in a way that was uncharacteristic of the Nereids, but Whip craved the emotional stability she offered though contact. So much so that he did not think to wonder if he was overstepping any boundaries. He buried his face in the scruff of the Siren's neck and he closed his eyes tight. He breathed in deep. She smelled of salt.

She kissed his forehead and it reminded Whip of his mother's touch -- or rather, his father (who had been the true nurturing presence in Whip's life before everything went to shit in a handbasket). Her words were both soft and reassuring. Whip found himself falling fast in the comfort she provided.

"And how should I serve?" he asked, pulling away briefly to look upon Kalika's face with earnest.

The surrender of Whip into Kalika's embrace gave her a feeling of empowerment and pride, though this was clouded by the pity she felt for the consort. They were like children, Gabe and Whip; naive and helpless, constantly searching for the guidance of the Sirens. She was glad that she hadn't been born in the same position as they had been, as there was no real purpose for a male's life outside of pleasing the wishes of the Daughters.

You are a protector, first and foremost, Kalika began. She figured that most unbroken males thought that this duty was bestowed upon them due to their natural advantages and she would play along with this concept, rather than admitting that it was because of the expendability of their sex. Each Siren may have her own requests, though mine are a bit more personal. Can I trust you? As the words fell from Kalika's maw, a strange air of mock weakness came about her, as if to imply that this was a secret for just the two of them.

A protector. Whip had played that role before and had failed horribly. When a challenger threatened the rule of Whip's pregnant mother over the Caldera, he did what any good son would do; defend. However, had it not been for Elwood's interference, Whip would have died by Kaizer's paw. He was an inexperienced fighter; both clumsy and gawky. The Neriedes did not know this about him -- nor did Whip think they needed to. At least, not yet.

He simply nodded, accepting his place.

When it came to Kalika's own, personal request, Whip could sense vulnerability. Whip's brow furrowed with silent curiousity. "Yeah," he replied. "What is it you want me to do?" He considered himself to be the trustworty sort. After all, he usually only spoke properly questioned, so it was easy to keep secrets close to the cuff.

I need you to touch me.

Kalika could feel her eyes begin to gloss over and her throat begin to close with a sudden, unexpected wave of emotion. Her heart began to beat a mile a minute, and though it frightened her to be so open in front of someone else, she refused to lose her composure. Can you do that? she asked, choking down a croak. Gabe was much to far away for Kalika to hunt him down, nor was she sure that she really wanted to. All she wanted in that moment was for something new; an new experience with someone who could not judge her for her desperation.

Her request gave him pause. For a moment, Whip simply looked back at Kalika and stared blankly. In her trembling voice Whip could hear that Kalika wanted him physically. However, he was unsure of what that would entail. His father had passed long before he had bothered to give Whip the old birds and bees talk... and his mother, she had never bothered.  "Oh -- Okay," he replied. His heart hammered in his chest and he moved in close. His muzzle found the base of Kalika's neck and he started to preen though her fur.

He was inexperianced and Kalika could likely feel it in the hesitance of his touch. For a quick beat, Whip stopped and spoke. "Will you -- Will you guide me?" he asked, imploring her to show him the way.

just to be safe...

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He was soft and gentle in the way that he began to rouse her, which Kalika appreciated in contrast to the rough tendencies of her past lovers. She allowed Whip to test the waters and gave a reassuring nod of her head when he asked for guidance. Here, she commanded as she used one of her paws to rub behind her ear and down the slender curve of her neck. 

Like this, Kalika whispered as she leaned in to begin gently nosing at the underside of Whip's chin and nipping at the side of his throat. It was a sweet tease, though done with a certain force as her own need began an incline.

He pulled away, watching studiously as she directed him on exactly where to direct his ministrations. However, the real learning began when she demonstrated on Whip himself. He had never been touched tenderly by a member of the opposite sex. He was apprehensive at first; tensing. But Whip quickly found it to be an enthralling experience. The tigtly coiled muscles along his back and shoulders fell slack. His breath hitched in his throat and a strangled and wanting whine passed his lips. He wanted, though he did not yet know what he wanted for.

When she eventually pulled away, Whip returned his touch to Kalika's neck. He mirrored her movements teasingly as he worked his way along her youthful body.

Heavy sighs slipped from between Kalika's lips as Whip drew himself over her, though she knew that she could not allow herself to be so drunk on this ecstasy for fear that she might become careless. If this was to happen — if she were to accept him in this fashion, the reigns would have to be in her grip. She placed a paw gently on his chest to push him away, though her touch was light so as to not destroy the fragile bond which held them together.

Do you know what comes next? Kalika asked, curious and yet hopeful that he was as innocent as he seemed. She gave a warm smile and stood, waiting for him to do the same.

If the Mothers intended Whip to serve, he would do just that -- and he would serve well. Kalika responeded in kind to Whip's ministrations, and despite his inexperiance, her voice lifted on the breath of a sigh. Just as he had responded to her touch, Kalika seemed to be enjoying herself. Whip was too, despite the fact that he had little to no idea what he was doing. Perhaps if his parents had been more present, or had he been more open with his development with his family, he would have known more of what to do. But at that point, it really didn't matter, because it seemed like he was getting by.

But she soon pushed him away. Whip backpedaled, appearing confused as he looked to Kalika. "No," he replied. "What comes next?" he then asked. Whatever it was -- he didn't want this encounter to end here.

Kalika bit at the inside of her cheek before turning so that her side was facing him and her head was toward the Sea. Come here, she whispered, and assuming he complied, she motioned for him to make his way around to her rear so that he might be able to mount her. 

It was clear that he had little experience in the field of intimacy, though Kalika intended to change that as soon as he would allow.

She turned, beckoning him to return to her. Whip, of course, obliged. Everything about her drew him in like a sailor to a siren's call. It felt dangerous. It felt wild. And for the first time in Whip's short life, he felt like he was finally living. She motioned toward her rear, exposing herself for him. Though Whip lacked any experience or prior knowledge, instinct was a funny thing. It was just like that day Akantha had taught him how to swim, where as soon as his paws left the ocean floor, Whip knew exactly what to do. It was like knowing without knowing why.

And it was for that reason that Whip felt a compulsion to take Kalika by the hip. He threw a foreleg over her back, and then the other. Both limbs hooked around her waist. He pulled her into his grip until their hips made contact. First, Whip thrusted his hip into hers without making any connection. It took a few exploratory movements before he finally made his mark. But when he finally did, he drove deep.

Although there was an awkward period of inspection and exploration, Whip was able to catch on surprisingly quick. The first thrust drew a gasp from Kalika's lips, her eyes widening and her muscles tensing and relaxing all at once. Her forelegs gave in and she fell slowly onto her joints, her back at a sensual arch. She peered over her shoulder to look at Whip, though a strange glint has taken to her gaze.

Though he seemed morally decent and wholesome some minutes ago, he had allowed another side of him to show in the form of wild thrusts. A whine was released as she indulged in the moment, though she knew it would be over before long. Once it ended, she would retire back to her sitting stool to watch over the Sea, just as blank and void as before.

It was strange, but in that moment, Whip felt as if he were someone else. It was as if he were channeling who he was before -- before there was a Whip. Before the Mothers assigned his soul to his current earthly shell. He set his hips to motion in an animalistic fervor. He felt himself to be no longer tethered by his characteristic restraint. Moving in time with the siren, Whip could give in to his own unknown base desires. He lost himself in it, and though the thick fog of pleasure Whip could feel himself being consumed by a new emotion entirely: lust.

Having been his first time, their tryst ended nearly as soon as it began. He came fast. "Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck," came his strangled cry. His eyes shut tight and his face contorted, twisting with intense pleasure. His knees buckled under the strain, but with Kalika steady under him, Whip stayed upright. The knot that tied them together was set.

When it was all over, Whip slumped against the siren's back like a ragdoll. His breath was slow and his heart hammered like a drum.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

The entire thing was — in polite terms — utterly uneventful. The moments shared between the pair were short and uncoordinated, all coming to an end with the harsh yelps of Whip's release. Kalika remained unsatisfied, locked into position with the exhausted consort lying on her back; one of the few things which she would not tolerate. She rolled her shoulders back and gave a low growl as she stood upright, urging him to lift from where he lay and turn around into a less intimate position.

It will be better next time, she sighed, moreso reassuring herself than her new lover. Kalika knew that with proper training and development, he could grow to learn the secrets of the female physique, though she wasn't sure that she had the tolerance to bear it.

By the prompting of Kalika's rolling shoulders, Whip drew his body off of her back. In doing so, he also tried to withdraw from her, but he found himself stuck inside. Swollen. This wasn't something he had accounted for. Had he done something wrong. Had he broken her? Had he broken himself? He pulled lightly, but nothing gave. Their hips remained tied together, but Whip was eventually able to turn himself around. "I, uh --" he began to mutter. "I'm stuck." He did not pull again, lest he hurt himself or Kalika.

"Was this not what you wanted?" asked Whip, feeling self-conscious about his preformance. It was only his first time -- but he already felt guilty. "Can you -- can you teach me how to do it right?" he then asked, hoping to rectify the issue.

Kalika gave another sigh, though this was more of pity than disappointment. It's supposed to happen, Whip. Don't worry. The bond between them remained fairly strong, and Kalika knew to not pull away for fear of hurting either of them. It was your first time. There is always room to improve, and I would be glad to assist you. She turned to look at him and worked to get herself curled around enough to lick at his chin.

It was then that she could feel the knot begin to loosen, though she didn't want to pull away before she knew that it was safe. Waiting for Whip to make the first move, Kalika sat patiently waiting.

Want to fade this one out? I'd love to have another Whip/Kalika thread!

Okay, so that was a relief. Whip could breath easy knowing that next time, he would know what to expect. That there was no need to panic. He was also relieved to know that Kalika was open to teaching him the proper way of pleasing the opposite sex. Despite Kalika's obvious dissapointment, she still offered Whip affection. Affection, of which Whip had always craved -- demanded, in some cases. One could look at the pink ribbon scars that ran the length of Whip's forelimbs and see the physical plea for love.

The swell that held them together slowly went slack. Whip pulled once again, testing to see if their hold still stood. He slipped out with a wet squelching noise, freeing Kalika of any lingering contact. "Next time," said Whip. "I'll try to do better next time." He would wait eagerly until then. "Is there anything else I can do?" he asked instead of taking his leave.

all i could hear when i read the seperation part was a really obnoxious SCREECH

Kalika turned and sat down after the pair had seperated, though she allowed a slight wince as her bottom made contact with the floor (for a virgin, Whip sure had been rough). That is all, Drudge. Your aid is appreciated. Though not explicitly stating it, she nodded with her head toward the treeline, letting him know that she was ready for him to take his leave.