Sun Mote Copse And They Become One Flesh [m?]

@Ar-Khalba

It had been some time since the sacrifice of Eshamun and Ar-Khalba's litter. Though she had planned to seek out the male, to find comfort in his embrace and his take release from her own emotions she hadn't. Instead she had mourned quietly. Today, though, she could not sit still. Her heat had engulfed her and turn to it's name she burned from within. This was not the pleasurable fire that had filled her when Ar-Khalba had taken her virginity, this was a desperate and hungry flame. She could smell herself on the wind, knew that her scent would reach the nose of any male close enough.

Any male, however, was not her intentions. She had promised Ar-Khalba she would find him when her time came. She would not seek him out though, no, her body may be burning with desire but she did not want to seem lowly. She wanted him to come to her, drawn by her scent. And though she wanted, wanted deeply and with all of the bones in her body, she would not let her mounting be an easy one. Ar-Khalba would work for her before they took pleasure in each other. She was aflame, but she wanted to let the flames grow higher before she let them be extinguished.

So she wandered, rubbing herself against rocks and trees to spread her scent. She walked confidently, proudly....and perhaps hungrily.

Asherah's scent begged Ar-Khalba to follow. Carried on the gentle breeze, her body's call was impossible to deny. Nor could he -- as the sole consort of the Malkaria, Ar-Khalba had a duty to fulfill. One to Molech, and to the rest of the copse. Despite his natural heartache following the illidu-dam, the consort took great pride in both his place and his handiwork. With his recent loss forgotten in Asherah's spell, Ar-Khalba set out to find his mark.

Her trail was easy enough to follow. The scent of estrus grew stronger with every passing step -- each drawing Ar-Khalba into a heady fog. He found her weaving among the trees, spreading her scent about. Moving slowly toward the sister, Ar-Khalba whined with wanting and waited for further instruction.

He was the moth and she was the flame, and he came to her. Yet, this was not the place of normal wolves. This was a place of religion, of rules. Ar-Khalba would not, could not, mount her without her willingness. He knew it was his place to wait to be beckoned or dismissed. His whine drew her attention, and she turned with smoldering eyes to behold him. Her mouth spread into a smile, a sigh of longing escaped her chest. She slowly moved towards him, her steps deliberate. 

"Ar-Khalba." She said, her voice whisper soft and burning with desire. "You asked if I would come to you when my time came, and I have." She stood before him now, watching him through her lashes. "We have mourned the children that have saved us, but now we must celebrate life. With Molech's blessing my womb too will be fruitful." She slowly spun before him, sending her scent directly in his direction but turning back before he could mount.

She smiled a wicked grin. "You must show me that you are worthy of my body, of my children." She knew, of course, that he was. This was simply foreplay, a challenge to egnite his soul. She reached out with her muzzle and snapped her teeth on the air near his face. Her body dropped into a bow and she released a low growl, though it emerged as more of a moan. She narrowed her eyes at him, waiting for his response before she was dashing away. Her fur sparked in the sun and weaved through the trees. She left behind only a trail of smoke, her heat scent. He would have to catch her to claim his prize.

Asherah was a slippery creature. Enticing, yet coy. She had fulfilled her promise by coming to Ar-Khalba first, but she would not give him what he wanted just yet. No, she would make him work for it -- which, in a way, made Ar-Khalba long for her more. He stepped forward, attempting to throw a forelimb over her slender body, but she was too quick. She slid away.

This was a game. A game Ar-Khalba was determined to win. If she wished him to prove his worth, he would do just that. After all, he was Molech's chosen consort, being the sole male of the Malkaria and all. She inched closer after pulling away, only to snap at nothing before dipping into a low, play bow. Ar-Khalba mirrored her movements, readying himself for whatever Asherah was going to throw at him. 

Like a flash, she took off into the woods. Without hesitation, Ar-Khalba gave chace behind her in pursuit of her ensnaring scent. All the while, he lightly nipped at her flank whenever he could get close enough.

As Ar-Khalba had mirrored her, she could see the desire flashing in his eyes. It made her own grow stronger, more needy. She wanted him as she'd never wanted anything before, knowing that her heat would make this coupling all the better than any before. And if they were blessed she could bring children.

He chased her, surging behind her with what seemed like ease. She weaved between trees, her heart pounding with excitement. She was the prey on this hunt, but too she was the one in control. It was wonderful, exhilarating. Occasionally she felt gentle nips at her flanks, Ar-Khalba's reminder that he was with her, that she was not losing him. She sent a glance behind her, watching him for only a second. It was her intention for him to stop her run, for him to claim her. She would not falter, not even with his nips so teasingly close to her throbbing womanhood. 

She longer to stop, to allow him to crash into her with heat and passion, tongues and mounting and pleasure. But she wouldn't. "Will you stop me, Ar-Khalba? Or will you let me slip away?" She shouted back to him, the wind stealing her words. She inhaled deep and surged forward as fast as she could. She darted behind trees and bushes, swirling and ducking to place distance between them. Would he catch her now? Dash at her and send them both tumbling in a tangle of bodies? Cut off her path and thunder toward her with desire burning in his eyes? Could he mount her at a run? While not all were feasible ideas her mind tumbled and turned with the possibilities of the end of her game. She would not allow her mind to venture towards him not catching her. She didn't think her body could handle such disappointment. 

This pairing would show both their prowess, her for showing that she could deny her own pleasure and show restraint and he for proving his physical form. Their children, were any to come from this union, would be strong warriors and priestess of Molech.

He was made for this. Crafted by the All-Consumer for this purpose alone. Ar-Khalba was fast -- strong, yet unburdened by the disadvantage of bulk. This was a hunt just like any other, yet Asherah was the prey. He stayed close, waiting for the sister to tire. But when she shouted back to him, Ar-Khalba knew she would not give in so easily. She wished to be taken by force.

Without giving Asherah an answer, Ar-Khalba surged forward with clear intent. He shouted nothing back, yet his answer need not be vocalized. He would not let her slip away. She would be his. So, like a hunter in pursuit of some wily prey, Ar-Khalba aimed to bring Asherah to a skidding stop by breaking in front of her -- breaking her course in the process. 

This, after all, was only the first part of the game. But, while Ar-Khalba wished to savor the first act -- he was quickly growing impatient for the second.

He understood her wish, understood that she wanted to be hunted and touched. That she was longing for him to prove himself, well and truly. So she felt his hot breath tickling at her flanks, and then she felt that warmth travel up her side. He was surging forward, charging ahead of her. He was attempting to cut her off, as she had suspected. She grinned, her eyes flashing. A growl formed deep in her chest and she snapped in his direction, attempting to dash away from him, to get him out of her path.

She bobbed again, eyes trained on where she thought he would be. He wasn't there though, and as she ran her ears swiveled, searching for him. Had he not leapt in front of her? Or had she managed to shake him. Her ears flicked backwards, but she heard only her panting breath, her heart thudding with her ears and the screaming of her desire. She glanced behind her, eyes narrowed, trusting herself enough not to run into a tree. But he was not behind her, for a moment doubt seized her.

Feel free to pp him in front of her, or wherever you wish. He can knock her off her feet, even. Whatever you like!

With a quick burst of speed, Asherah changed her path. Before Ar-Khalba could cut her off and lock her down, she slipped further away into the woods. Enough was enough. It was with sheer desperation that Ar-Khalba made his final move. Adjusting his course, Ar-Khalba followed with new found speed and intensity. He pushed him lean, sinewy body to the limit.

As he closed in, Ar-Khalba could see Asherah begin to slow. Amidst her evident confusion, he could see she was tiring. Like any prey, once exhaustion set in, the hunt was nearly over.

When Ar-Khalba had taken Asherah as his lover for the first time, he had been gentle, careful in his touch. The chace had awoken a different beast in Ar-Khalba. He was a thing of need -- a missile of unchecked lust. It was with force that Ar-Khalba wrenched Asherah to the ground as soon as he was granted purchase of the scruff of her neck. Then, Ar-Khalba started to madly scramble to lock his hip into place behind her.

She was flagging, though she was fighting it. She could not run forever, but she was not yet ready to surrender. She dug deep within herself and attempted to surge forward again. Still, she didn't know where he'd gone and she felt herself lingering on the precipice of disappointment. She was still running when he launched into her, but caught unawares all the same. Her breath was knocked from her lungs and for a moment she was so surprised she forgot to attempt to get away, nor could she fell the fingers of lust that clawed at her soul.

As she lay, winded and confused, front half bent under the weight of the male's grip on her scruff, she remembered herself. She felt him scrabbling to make a connection with his hips. Futilely she gave a toss of her head, and a growl emanated from her chest. But her body was no longer listening to her games, her desire was steering her hips to yearn for his, her front legs unconsciously adjusting to allow him better purchase.

The game was lost and Ar-Khalba had claimed his prize. She growled again within her chest, this time from desire. Her tail moved to the side, fanning her scent around them in an attempt to inflame Ar-Khalba even further. Her heart still thundered in her chest and her tongue lolled from her jaws. She whined, thrusting her hips backwards towards the satisfaction that Khalba held.

Now that Ar-Khalba was upon her, the fragrant scent of oestrus was at its strongest. He was in flame with need, yet Asherah made things difficult. She fought back, squirming and growling beneath him like a trapped beast. Despite his gentle proclivities, Ar-Khalba was an animal on a physical sense. As Asherah initially fought against him, he was driven further into the throes of desire. He would have her, even if he had to work for her.

Eventually, Asherah stopped fighting and she allowed herself to give into the same driving force that compelled Ar-Khalba to take control. She wrenched her hips into his as if to force entry, but her clumsy attempt missed its mark. Ar-Khalba recovered quickly, and on his second attempt, he slipped freely, easily into Asherah's delicate embrace.

His handling, however, was far from delicate. Once he had made his way inside, Ar-Khalba moved within his lover with force.

Her first shift backwards had provided no relief. Ar-Khalba was rough in his handling, but she paid it no mind. Her body was too consumed with flame to notice the less demanding pain caused by his own desire. She stilled her body for a moment, taking every ounce of self control she still had. Allowing him to take the lead. 

He plunged within her with a jarring thrust and she felt the breath leave her body in a great rush. She moaned, lids closing tight over burning eyes. This pain she had felt, the forceful stab of him into her body...but it was not a pain that was without pleasure. She burned and ached for only a moment as he began to move inside her, a rapid and demanding pace. It vanished in the flare of flame that began to grow again within her body, sending sparks behind her eyes. Her voice lifted to the heavens, so that even Molech may hear their coupling, their pleasure and be pleased by it.

She would be sore after, perhaps for days, but she paid this no mind. Her desire would come again and again while her heat lived within her. Her body would heal, well and truly claimed by the Malkaria's sole male, and their couplings would continue. Perhaps the next would be less violent, but this had suited her needs for now. Any children conceived of this coupling would be born warriors, tough and worthy of the Malkaria and Molech's light.

She leaned back into Ar-Khalba further and her breath fled her body once more as released overtook her. She clenched tightly around him, her spirit lifting and shifting, flying with the release of endorphins. And then she was back and still starving, whispering Ar-Khalba's name even as her eyes rolled back in her head.

In his experiance, Asherah was the easiest to read. She was vocal in her wanting. She moaned, wailed, and made other noises of pleasure, whereas Khalba was mostly silent apart from a few muted rumblings. It was her voice that guided him in what to do; in how to please. Yet, in his fervent, animalistic frenzy, Ar-Khalba found it difficult to focus on the factors of her own pleasure. There would be other times in which he could, but now he took her selfishly. It didn't matter though, because as he felt her body tighten with release, Ar-Khalba knew that he had driven his lover over the precipace.

He was not far behind himself. His eyes shut tight and he felt an intense shudder run through the length of his body. Had he not had the support of her body beneath him, Ar-Khalba would have collapsed into the dirt. Now, still high from his own release and tied to his lover at the hip, Khalba slid limply from Asherah's back.

We can fade with you, or keep going.

​His weight pressed her to the earth as he found his own climax, and she panted and shuddered under him. After only a moment he slid from her, but as with the first time they were tied. She gathered herself, turning to look back at him. For this moment, her fire was calmed. In this quiet, most intimate moment she knew not what to say. She had soared to such heights and been in such a ravenous state she almost felt embarrassed by her actions.

"I promised I would find you, and I have. While my heat lingers I will find you again and again, so that Molech might bless us with children...bless all of us." She pulled against the tie, winced as it still held her in place. She longed to press against him now, to gather softer affections. "Will you stay with me, Ar-Khalba? Make life out of flames?" He of course had no control over whether or not life would be formed...but she could hope.