Shadewood watching every lover on the battleground [M]
I once saw the end of my life.
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idk if we're fading or not???? @Cry

The sensation of a heat was not entirely unfamiliar to the snow empress.

In the previous year, her season had come to pass with no answer to her calls, no relief from the burning itch that trembled her body and weakened her veins; there was no help to be gained. Stranded alone, the ivoria had hidden herself deep within the bowels of a damp den, scarcely departing even to fill her belly with the warmth of a meal. It had been too risky for a woman in her lonesome, during the length of her heat, to traipse the teekon with nobody to guard her back.

But now - now she did not have to hide. The flame had been ignited within her body, a smouldering lick of calefaction hotness that ravished through her legs and tingled up her spine, a ghost on fire; the scent of her husband on the wind called to her. Too irrisistible a summon to ignore, the svelte queen weaved through the trees, waved her hips back and forth as she neared - to inform Raziel, primarily, that her mind was not entirely her own. Steered by instinct.

Toward him.
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He had crossed a spring of multiple other heats, the meadow of other womanly pheramones that called to a deaf ear. He had ignored the throng of songs as he knew his one and only blossom would come, and once it did, he would be ready. Or so he thought.

His regular patrol was a hazadous one- he simply couldn't focus. It was not the first time he had been surrounded by other women's blooms, but for it to be happening simultaneously had caught him at a terrible time. He was still ruined internally, a crack still struggling to heal after all that he had put his Empress through. He wanted to apolgize to her with every breath that dared leave his nares, to give her every meal he had even scrounged up, to just let her have everything.
But she already had it all. He gave her everything. 

Or again, so he thought.

It wasn't until he felt someone watching him, almost as though they were hidden and miles back through the trees, as though they had a hit out on him and they had come to fulfill the contract. But the watching wasn't malicious, nor deadly- despite it's laser like aim, he couldn't pinpoint where it was coming from. 

It wasn't until a waft of the most intricate scent desecrated everything he had every thought. His mind went silent as he simply stood, no longer searching for this scent, but waited. Waited, as his body fought to remain standing. It was a tidal wave of roses, ivory and pungent that crashed repeatedly in a vicarious thrash against him. Subconciousness succumbed to this battering, a jaw slightly dropping which only forced the frigid perfume to be even more thick, even more perceptible. Even more deadly to his duty. 

His focus screamed at him as his heart slowed, his discipline wailed as his glacials sharpened as they glazed over. But all freedom he had was stripped, as the Phantom was brought to idiocy when the White Queen came to collect her due. He felt no level between them; he felt minor, almost childlike as he was held in some revolving awe in her presence. His ability to hide anything from anyone melted and left him naked. He was hers, and it was left blatant and unabashed over his chistled face. He shook as she rocked the space between them with her catwalk, and knew not whether to speak, or just fall over in a perished bow to her captivating aura. 

Luckily for him, his body already knew, as it shut his capabilities off, completely. His person vanished completely, fading the kind and loving soldier away in a void to never return until the Phantom had taken her, taken her bouquet and sewn within her seeds to begin a meadow of harmonious replicate flowers. The Black Ghost strode to meet the White Shadow, and it wasn't long before he was chest to chest with the one who held Raziel's sanity on a chain around her delicate neck. The Void engulfed the Light, a mixture of kisses rasping over her soft coat, mingling and lingering in all of the most tender and extreme of places. It roved over the body with efficient and unending pressure where most would be shy to even cross, but he was there. lmost as though he was a surgeon and knew every tendon, every nerve ending that would bring her to the most unrivaled of pleasures, he would be there, and he would never stop until she asked him to. No, he would not stop anything until the ivory begged him to stop. He wanted to hear it, he wanted to hear those soft tones eradicate his own senses until he exploded. He wanted her dulcets to poet into him, to fill the Void with every single bliss ever to be achieved. 
Until then, he would fill her own.




FORGOT ABOUT THAT. Did you wanna fade, or did you wanna write wolf porn? >_> Up to you.
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A euphoric sight to behold, the coalescence of darkest black and purest white, swimming together in a harmonious dance of desire - she waded through the wind toward her king, bathed herself in the sweetness of his scent, tasted the shadows upon her tongue and curled her body into his embrace. Nothing filled the emptiness in her chest more than wrapping herself in the blanket of his warmth, allowing the lustful tingles to shiver down her spine... but-

She wanted more.

"Raziel," a whispered, throaty groan that slipped from her lips into the wintry air, a whimper, unspoken plea; she needed him. To fill the void, grant her relief from the burning itch, the plague of instinctual desire that crumbled any resolve still chaining her mind to the earth. The empress wanted her shadow to unleash his beast upon her, to give in to the wild urges in his veins - she wanted him to unshackle her thoughts and give her wings. Freedom.

The wait was wicked; the cruelest form of torture, so she began to trace her teeth down his chin, the softest clench of her jaws to nibble at his skin. I want you, her mind lulled, only you.
guess we'll see where we go and then when it gets to that part, maybe fade out? IDK how to do this lmfaoo
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He was enjoying the most tender nips and nibbles she bestowed on him, trying desperately to remain composed, but as he went on to preen through the delicate flask of her left ear, she tugged on his chain. Raziel. It was softly spoken from her needy ways, but such had yanked him clearly from the light kisses her left on her. 
Those who believed names were sacred, that they held power beyond comprehension- they would prove correct. His abrupt shift passively pleasing to possessively passionate was almost unnatural, clearly unified with the deathless desire in her voice. He blended into her own shadow as he struck himself align to her rear, those succulent and slender hips the guiding light his nightly latching forelimbs. 
Breathless from an illusion of how goddamn perfect he was, he almost felt as though him even looking at her would taint her beauty. But he couldn't let go. The union was here, as her moans and callings whisked him back to where home was. It was all around them, as these two wolves of winter brought light to the world of solace and seclusion, where the sun strayed and moon lived on.

I don't wanna leave...because you are ecstacy. I would welcome you to paradise a thousand times over by having you look in the mirror. You'll love it here, in this place where no Time comes to claim, where you will see you are my dream, where you are my host, where you are my death. Step right up, come one, come all, and see the spektacle of my love, witness as it kills me soft...

He commit to her begging, their vanity and vainity laughing them to pressurized midsets, as he slaved to her pleasures. He had very little control as their body made poetry rile to life, his songs to her sung deep within his mind, the music pounding in his chest- it came alive just as his hips paralleled with hers in the most honed of ways. 

Don't let me fade away...There's nobody I'd rather dance with in this bleeding moonlight...

As they connected, the sheer willingness from her own part near drowned him in confessions of blind but brave love to spill from tarred lips. But he was not here. The Phantom was...and he looked on as innocence was robbed and spilled across this ravenous time. But his words to her lived on as thrusts began and hearts soared into throats. 

Two stars were stolen from the sky- They're the fireworks in your eyes...
Please don't forget who he is, my belle, a monster who enjoys the fear.


Licked lips crossed inked lips as he buried his incisors in her scruff, his beat unending and according to her responsed desires, his obsession with fading with her ceaseless. He could not speak. He could not plea, beg, nor groan. His breath snorted a flirt of smoke wave against her shimmering neck, sweat dripped a tortured man's snout. He wanted to scream her name, to yell his adoration, to pledge his servitude to this goddess over and over again, but the silence spoke enough. His back flexed, spine delivering his infatuation of his fantasies to her desires over and over again in their heated embrace. Hinds kept limber and tight as they christened his wife into the end they truly needed. 

I am willing to do
whatever it takes.
To serve you my heart
on that silver plate you love so much...



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Oxygen felt divine as it was sucked sharply into the pit of her lungs, embracing the shiver of anticipation that stroked across her spine and fizzled like a firework in her stomach - perhaps she was to be the bearer of life, but he was the giver, and never had she felt more devoted to her love than now, in this moment. Ebony bathed itself in the corner of her vision, which blurred with the settling fog, as though through the nefarious unknown emerged a mirage of the most enthralling treasures... only it was no false concoction, but so perilously real. She was all his, every inch of her body, mind and soul was released into his open palms without a second's  hesitation. The empress had been waiting for this. Waiting for her king to take her beneath him, to mark blank papers with the finality of ink and re-write the meanders of their story to his own will.

She felt his warmth align with the curve of her hips and-

Another breathy inhale-

They were connected. A union of stark ivory and a void of tenebrosity, the sudden wave of ecstacy that curled foamed waves around her trembling body, the grip of his jaws upon her scruff - she wanted to scream into the wind as words were whipped from her lips and cast into the heavens, of how dearly she craved him. Of how her love for Raziel could sway a whole nation and lower an army of a thousand men plated in bone, who's swords would fade into the dust as the parallels shifted course to permit the ribbons of desire which cast themselves around her neck and drew her toward him. She'd not believed it before, not when it had crumbled the beats of her heart into shattered pieces of jagged glass, but now, here, with him, she had never placed her faith so willingly into the idea of love.

I'll kiss you like it's the only thing keeping me alive. I never believed in magic until your gaze met mine.

She the ghostly carrier, and he the summoner of shadows - her lips quivered as frigid air spilled from her maw and pooled into the breeze with rapid succession, feeling only him as he thrusted into her, drowning every sense in a cavern of lust and passion; the tender yet rough sensation of his teeth holding her nape to bend beneath him caused the Eruna's spine to curl, arch against him as her sight was blurred again in an ocean of pleasure, chained into silence by the overwhelming tendrils of exuberent gratification. It rose higher, and higher still-

And then-

The climax was a release of sudden delectation, body screaming with titillation as a final moan tore itself from her lips to waver into the sky; they were tied, and from the fathomless bottom of her dark gaze rippled stars, slumping beneath Raziel and awaiting the steadying of her breath, the relaxation of her limbs...

...You're that "once in a lifetime dream come true."
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