Stavanger Bay on my face

@Abaddon . dated for march 7th. huā is in heat :P 

 

She was revivering from the sickness, it seemed. The day before had been rough- nauseous and stumbling and not at all herself. After a night of rest on some little spot between the pasture and the beach, she had awoken feeling better. Balance had returned, and with it, her energy.

And the intense feelings that had come about this week. Still she was not entirely sure what heat meant, all she knew was that this was the time for men. She was drawn to them and yet disgusted by them. The past few days each man she came across looked like a delicious meal, and simultaneously, like evil perverts from the southern beaches. And yet some fantasies would play in her mind, and one had been fulfilled, and still she was hungry for more. Beware men, Hydra had said- and in the past it would've been so easy. She could've spent the rest of her life going without seeing a man, content to live out her days with her sisters and Nuka and Andromaque and Lumi and whichever other beautiful fae would join her.

But not today. So she walked with a restless energy in her muscles, tail waving this way and that as she strode down her beach, making the way back towards the island bridge. All the while her eyes surveyed the land, both wanting to be left alone and wanting some interesting interaction.

The boy had come from around here. Well, somewhere around here. The smell of salt water and sand was prominent on his pelt and easy to track back to, up to a certain point. There were no packs along the beach, none filled with sirens and harpies just gawking for a man to strut by, and not some young whelp who didn't even know how to use his dick.

What would he even do with a bunch of ladies anyway. Was he that starved for a woman's affection that he would test his luck in a sea of them? Not really. Muscles flexed and rolled under the thick pale coat of his as he snaked his way across the terrain, it was when he reached a peak did something pique his interest. A woman. 

Was she one of the packmates of the little spitfire he met? The location made sense. She wandered and he followed, shadowing her movements akin to that of a house cat, ears perked with a flattened gait, stalking with a playful air about it. Where was she going? Maybe she'd lead him to the pack of clucking hens. Would she greet him with the same hostility as the boy did? Was she just as stupid?

She could feel her fur rise as eyes burned into her skull. She was being followed, she could feel it. Huā halts suddenly before her head turns hesitantly to glance behind her. He was like a ghost, pale with darkness around his eyes like smudged mascara. He made her a little wary. 

But then she recalled the disease- the warmth that plagued her so. He was a man on the beach. Was that enough? He was following her too, was he at all interested? Or was he some kind of creep? Perhaps a combination of the two?

So she turns fully, strides towards him with confidence, chin tilted just slightly upward- elegance. Hi, boy, Comes her accented greeting, as she stops just a few yards away.

Even as her attention turned to him, his posture did not falter. With dissecting eyes he watched every step she took toward him, it seemed his decision was made for him - so much for stalking her back to the island of lost bitches, huh? 

Not wanting to speak to her from a throne of rock above her head, he carefully stepped down with elegance in every step. As smooth as a snake he slithered his way down the rock and onto her level, still keeping that little distance between them for now that she had allowed (just at a different altitude). 

Greetings little lady. He began with vocals as velvet. I've met a boy with a similar scent as you, curiosity has brought me to the beach - and here, to you. Well, so to speak. He left out quite a few details if he was being honest. 

It was now that he caught the delicious scent of hers... her heat. And though it excited him so, oh how he wanted to prance on her and give her as much of himself as possible - he stood his ground and kept his gaze as professional as he possibly could. Eye to eye, and not drinking up every inch of her and imagining the dirty things he wanted to do.

He creeps down then, and here she can see his frightening eyes- a stunning ruby with a touch of ice. He was the most unnerving and ghostly site- it was strange, the way this "heat" could draw her to such a beastly creature. His voice came like rushing water, smooth and polished, like a pebble washed up from the depths of the ocean. 

He tells her of encountering a boy of similar scent- no natter, no matter. In some other days she might've cared to ask whom he'd met, but for now, biology held her on on a tight leash, putting blinders on her like a racing-horse, only focused on what stood before her. 

Nice to meet you, um... My name Huā. You? She breathes with some eager nervousness, slightly kneading her paws in the sand. As she waited for his response, her seaglass eyes would trace over his pale figure slowly.

As he carefully kept his gaze on hers, it was easy to notice how her own sea-coloured eyes roamed his figure. With a coy grin tracing his lips, at this time, he allowed his greedy gaze to to do the same. It was the season of lust after all, that time of the year that bridged the gap between male and female in a dance that would bring fourth a new generation months later. Of course, the majority of the dances were made without a thought on what would become of it later... nature truly bringing out the beast in many.

Abaddon. His name came fluidly through velvet tones. You can come take a closer look. He teases. inviting the girl who introduced herself as Hua to come closer with those thirsty eyes of hers. Her hesitance was enticing, there was an air of shy enthusiasm about her, it was both cute and intoxicating. Thoughts of sullying such a naive young girl, in her first heat, was all too exciting.

He seemed to eye her in the same way she eyed him, and that selfish grin only furthered her suspicions that he felt the same. His voice was as smooth as butter, a contrast to his slightly unnerving appearance, but one that only served to further her attraction. A closer look? He had noticed her staring? Huā felt herself blushing under ebony fur, unaware of how obvious it was when she checked him out. 

Nevertheless, she was not one to give up on getting what she wanted. And she was enjoying this week- never before had the sight of men brought her such joy. So gathering her confidence, she sneaks close to him, and ever-so-hesitantly, darts out her peachy tongue to playfully lap once at his cheek. She prays to god that she had read the signs correctly- because if she hadn't, boy, would this be awkward.

Like a good little girl she came in closer. Closing those dual toned eyes, he was able to take in her scent now that she was closer, the smell of her heat was stronger and it lifted his nose higher to indulge in the scent. Once a year. Only once a year could he enjoy such a perfume - this would be his first year too, to enjoy such joys at the proper age than in his teens. Barely a year old when the females around him began to blossom and he was too naive, ill-prepared to even take notice until it was too late.

As she kissed his cheek with her tongue he leaned into the heat of her breath, letting it excite him further as the first touch. In return he'd take her into his embrace, wrapping his head around her neck and running his running against hers, coiling and sliding around er each and every curve with ease, like a snake's embrace.

Once he had slid past, reaching her hips, he'd nip and tease to try and entice her further, bend her to his whim. Caressing her hips with his touch and soaking in that perfect woman's scent. Oh how he would get drunk off of this!

we can f2b? :P

Quickly he was an anaconda, tightening around her and holding her captive in his embrace. Not that she was complaining- every spot where they touched tingled with an electric lightning, and her whole body was on fire with eagerness. 

When reached her lower end, she let out a girlish little gasp, sucking her breath inward with something like excitement. The first time, she'd barely known what she was doing when she flirted with Mal, her body taking control. The second time, she'd been aware, aware it was wrong to sleep with a Moonspear man, and the danger made it all the more enticing. And this time- she understood the scent, what it could do to these men. Have them bowing to her like she was a geisha who had been so gracious to choose them. 

As he caressed her and nipped at her flesh, she whined impatiently, waving her hips in front of him like a swaying reed. Feathery tail moved slowly left and right- not so crude as to expose it all, but sending a message, take me whenever you wish...

Whining and wiggling, she pleaded him to satisfy that growing need. That desire that came along with the seasonal curse that weighed on everyone old enough to understand it's draw. Rounding around to take the position, grabbing onto her scruff and holding her in place, he took over and allowed the primal instincts to take over...

Once everything was done, he stepped away from the woman and already began to walk away. Not a cuddler or a romantic, especially with the previous woman he had been with ruining he moment by asking him to follow her - Abaddon was off on his own and wouldn't turn back should she call out to him. Having gotten something from her, she no longer had any use for him other than a meal... 

We can end this here now if you'd like! unless she wants to stop him physically lmfao

cool. thanks for the thread!

He did not seem one for affection- as soon as the deed was done, he was off without a word. Not that Huā really minded. He was kinda weird looking and she wasn't sure that she was interested in his personality either. She shrugs the tension out of her shoulders and continues on her journey home.