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Conception 
This thread is marked MATURE as is it a conception thread with references to Puppy Making read on at your risk

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The black wraith ghosted through the night she wanted to be irritated but but there was something else that was settling in her veins over irritation, something she couldn’t quite put a paw on. A vague nigleing wormed in her mind over a conversation about ‘heats and pups’ this was a conversation she had had with yet another of the white witches this pack held plenty of. Once she thought of the color of that wolf all else faded from the fore front

She ran her tongue along ivory fangs that glinted in the fading moons light, perhaps it was over the thought of sullying every white coated wolf with their own blood Or it might have been because of something else she was hungry, Hungry to the core and no matter what she ate she couldn’t satisfy herself.

White blues glanced up at the barest sliver of moon that was left to the sky tomorrow there would be no moon. Her favourite night of the month,

Her nostrils flared and she caught the scent of something, Something familiar and Masculine something that had  her body burning in places that had no business aching. A noise rose in her throat a husky moaning growl, that almost had her looking around for the source the sound. She caught her own scent again and frowned it was far thicker then she liked but it became nothing more then a foot note when she began to follow the trail that called to her inner beast, she wanted to bask in his scent, in him….

She didn’t howl to call to him; she didn’t want to alert others she was looking for him. This was a moment she wanted to have with him and him alone. He would be hers tonight, he was her prey and her prize, she grinned as her paws and nose brought her toward the sexy brindled beast that was Kynareth Deagon of the Abbey.
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The season for most female wolves has come. A most dangerous and temping time for a man, an alpha, such as Kynareth. He hardly has any self control anyhow, but when he’s presented with a she-wolf in her ripest stage of her heat he swears he loses all good conscience. Worse than usual anyhow. 

It’s only then that such a sweet scent wafts his way and he finds his body shuddering at the smell. Oh, he knows that scent. It’s Whrist, but her scent is so much more alluring than it usually is, and to him, that’s detrimental to his mental and physical health. He inhales large breathes of it and he too begins searching for her. God, he feels like such an animal, not that he doesn’t usually, but christ it’s like he can hardly control himself. 

His paws move him forward and he licks at his whiskered chops, black tongue moving over his teeth and lips in anticipation. Oh, he’s hungry. Just as hungry as he bets Whrist is. 

Then he finally finds her and he can’t stop the sultry grin that spreads over his face. Sweetheart,” He says with such a devilish glint in his eye no one would be able to misconstrue his intentions. “you smell absolutely intoxicating.” He purrs as he moves to brush himself against her. 

His large head brushes her cheek after he laps at her own muzzle. He buries his face in the nape of her neck and bites. His canines pinching her in a delightfully sinful way before smoothing down the rest of her body. He nips at her rump as well before shivering at her scent. 

Fuck.” He grunts. “When did you go into heat, darling?” He dares to ask.
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Tags for reference, her only knowledge of being in season is what she was told in this thread, if you consider anything she does to be a power play let me know I’ll fix it


He came upon her like a shadow in the darkness, he too smelled rich, masculine and she was drawn to him like a moth to flame. She was a greedy bitch she knew this and she exalted in it, what was hers belonged to her. ‘Heat’ the white witch called @Aerin told her it was when and woman body tells her to breed. She didn’t need her body to tell her to breed she did as she pleased long before her scent changed and his body burned from within. Her upbringing or rather the lack thereof showed in her ignorance of her own body, she had no idea truly what a heat meant for her and in true fashion she did not care.

She moved to him and rubbed her body along his like a cat, Her pitch sliding along his brindle She didn’t mince words, forward as she ever was, for her world was a simple one, hers and not hers though reality did try hard to intrude on that logic from time to time. She answered him with her truth because in truth she didn’t know when her heat had started nor when it would end or if it ever would, she might feel like this forever her mind and body at odds.

The press of his teeth along her ruff brought pain that turned to bone melting pleasure and she returned the gesture in kind sinking her canines deep tasting just a bit of his blood, She slid her tongue over her nares carefully marking her nose with his blood. 
She brushed her lips along his ear, her voice husky “I missed your smell and your body,
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Kyn eyes her down shamelessly and smirks as she presses her body close to him. Mingling their scents and rubbing against him in a way that seems oh so teasing. She’s definitely one of the most beautiful wolves he’s met; dark fur and those white-blue eyes. The other most beautiful wolf is Simmik of course, but they’re both so drastically different he can’t help but be mesmerized by her. 

When he’d grabbed her scruff in his mouth roughly, teasingly, he can feel her body shiver like a leaf in pure ecstasy. She’s so absolutely hungry for him all the time it’s mind baffling and he can’t find it in himself to complain. Even as she tilts her head up and snatches up his own nape in those sharp, pearly-white teeth of hers. It makes lust spark all throughout his body and he growls into her neck. He can feel her fangs piercing his skin and blood seeping from the wound. He tightens his own hold on her momentarily as she does so before releasing her when her tongue laps over the puncture holes. Without him knowing also covering her own leathery nose in his blood to smell it more throughly.

The roughness that their coupling has always held makes Kynareth hungry for her, anticipating that possessive, breath taking feeling he has when he takes her. So as she whispers in his ear, they thick cartilage shifts in her direction. He smirks devilishly and shifts his head to bite and nip at her own nape, trailing up to her ear. 

“It seems you’re not the only one, princess.” He purrs to her. “You’re absolutely intoxicating. I can hardly hold myself back.” 

As he says it, he punctuates it by showing her just what he means. His upper lip snarls slightly as he snatches her scruff up once more and moves into position. Slotting his massive body on top of her much smaller one as he prepares to take her. Their coupling would be rough and frantic. Needy and hot as they both got what they wanted from another.
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The dark pelted woman wanted to be used as much as she wanted to use him, She loved the rough needy touch, it stirred a beast in her only he had been able to sate so far. She nipped under his chin holding the skin briefly but not breaking then she pulled back and looked into his eye. “Why would you?” She whispered invitingly in low silky tones, Her eyes danced with laughter and perhaps a touch of something else.

She enjoyed his attentions demanding more of him, again and again, she was nye insatiable, finding him to be just the same. She lost herself to the moment and lost herself to him over and over. Somewhere in the middle, She decided to try something new, She nipped at his flanks teasing him, the turned to Nip at his thick rough inhaling him, with exquisite slow tenderness she carefully set a single paw on his back. She wanted to test something out, she wanted more, to experiment, she was not male but she wanted this experience. Her heart raced in fear and excitement wondering if he’d allow her the position he took. If he pulled away she’d not push it, Being the female that she was she had nothing for him, she just wanted to feel him everywhere, she wanted him in every way possible. He was hers.
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Kyn chuckles lowly against her when she says those sultry words back. “I wouldn’t.” He purrs with such sureness that speaks nothing but the truth.

As the night goes on, they continue on with their mating over, and over again. He doesn’t complain one bit and he indulges her and she indulges him. It’s like endless bliss and he absolutely loves it. Then to his surprise, Whrist is biting at his hocks and snatching his scruff. Moving into a position more fit for a male than one of not. He raises his brows and smirks, but he definitely doesn’t stop her. Rather he likes it and he gets into it probably more than she expected. He is a man of many tastes and it just to happens being dominated by a beautiful woman like Whrist is definitely on his to do list. So he lets her. Loving the feeling just as much as if her were doing it. Urging her to bite him harder and he’s sure she’d indulge him just as she has all night long. He’s sure the night will only get longer and he doesn’t have one complaint in mind.
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Sometimes playing and other times rough.

By the time dawn was approaching she rested beside him below a tree happy and sore all over. she knew he'd have to leave soon, Knowing where he was going when he did have to leave her she should have been frustrated, angry, and or jealous and yes if she saw him with ‘her’ she’d be jealous but for now she watched from below tired lowered lids; Her body warm and tingly content. She knew he smelled of her as much she of him, she rolled on her back and her eyes drifted closed.