Darkness in Light -Maka-

[xFenris.Fenrirx]

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[atrb=background,http://i899.photobucket.com/albums/ac192/fireb4ashes/Fenris---MIDLE.png] A small chuckle escaped his tattered maw as she spoke of depriving ones self of the pleasure of the flesh. Yes, he knew that if you go for an extended time without giving into such things it could make things that much more intense. Also that much more dangerous. Fenrir was not a cruel lover for he would never force himself upon the hide of another. It sickened him at the thought. But he could be aggressive when he was actually in the throws of lust. Blood would sometimes be drawn and cries could be heard. He was not selfish though. Never did he have the intent of only pleasing himself. He always made sure that the other party was well pleased and taken care of. The thought now was dancing in his mind. It sent a shiver up and down his spine. After all, he was one that could have an over active imagination at some points and times. Another smile trickled onto his maw giving a flash of ivory to the femme before him. Oh, if he had been younger he would have been tempted to take her right then and there. Give her the time of her life. To the brink of breaking her. Sure he was older now but he still knew what to do and very well. He just had much better self control over his actions. Years of training. "You may be young my fair Twi... But you are quite intelligent..." he pointed out as he let his tail flick behind him. "You speak of these things as though you know all about them. Though... I am sure you are well educated. A beauty such as yourself must have to beat off would be suitors on a daily basis," he stated with a slight lustful twinge in his gaze. He could get into trouble with this fae. Though it could be potentially worth it. His eyes widened slightly as she continued to speak. He watched her as she pressed her frame up against his. Her scent was intoxicating and almost too tempting to him. It was taking a lot of self control to contain himself. This wolf must be the type that got what she wanted when she wanted it. He could understand why. Some, he could see, be intimidated by her. For there was the scent of death around her. She was a strong one indeed. He wondered why none had claimed her as their mate. Or perhaps some have tried and none had proven themselves worthy to her. Understandable actually. His teeth clenched tightly down as he controlled his urges that were now surging through his body. "Teach you?" he questioned himself after she spoke. He liked the thought actually. He could teach her so many things that could not be described in words but only feelings alone. "You do not know what you ask Twilight Heaven... You might learn to regret that request..." added in a low rumble. His form of a whisper. With a quick movement, he reached forward and bit her on the side of the neck. Not in aggression for his teeth did not break through the flesh. Instead he let the soft skin he held roll out of his teeth licking it lightly as it escaped his grasp. "I could teach you so many things..." he once more whispered in his raspy tone in her ear.

[Makarov]

[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=000000] There was something that changed, very suddenly and very minutely beneath the soberly resolve that inhabited Fenrir's very air as a masculine animal. He was the gentleman that Twi had never experienced before, but she too was indeed a breed from the other side, never before encountered. In truth she was quite something else, and from those subtlest of changes, only detectable on a level keenly focused upon by the most alert of predatory animals, that she discovered the slightest of shifts of the black demon's rock solid core. He had been so much like she had been in the days of old she could only imagine, and it filled her with an odd sense of wonder, an intensification of her curiosity. The jolt of surprise in his wise, red eyes rocked through her, fueled the excruciatingly searing fire now raging in her belly as well as her loins. And it had come in her surprise advance, moving her body into a closer proximity to him, feeling the heat of his chest, the tickle of his alabaster fur. A quick, sharp exhale escaped her as he took his turn to speak those almost insufferably measured words. They seemed to be hiding so much from her and the idea made her want more, made her wish she could just set upon him and bury her teeth into his ruff until he let it all slip. Not that such a thing would be an easy task by any measure. It was just so strange, so different: for as seduced as Fenris Fenrir was, Twilight Heaven was assuredly twice as much. Their fur mingled so well, she could not help but notice. Twi kept her ears as open as she could, taking in the deepening grit in her suitor's voice. "Teach you? You do not know what you ask Twilight Heaven... You might learn to regret that request..." The creases in the ivory queen's face deepened, absorbing the natural shadow highlights of her surroundings. That trademark jester's grin scored heavily into her features, contorting her face into a mask of gruesome intrigue. It was as if the very possibilities of what had been presented to her in those careless words were sending her mind into a spiral of deviously dysfunctional ideas. The strong female added a little bit more push to her friction against Fenrir and kneaded her claws into the crunchy snow below her thickly insulated pawpads, determined to let him know that she was no creature to be underestimated. In a single, swift movement she moved away, dipping and twisting her neck to reveal the underside of her jaw. This was no gesture of submission, and this was clearly evident by the only recently healed score marks - unmistakably the work of another canine's determined tusks - where she had been grabbed in a recent altercation with a Warrior bitch. "Mark my words, Fenris Fenrir, as this Fallen One had marked me with her fangs... In the throes of battle, so near to death I find the greatest of worldly pleasures." Her maw twisted back around and she reoffered her wolfish grin, intense red eyes like blood diamonds. "So all I really have to say, is hit me with your best shot. The danger of your hidden intensities titillate me." Her body was drifting, dancing, ghost-like to the side, her stance suddenly lowered and slinking. Again it was not fully submissive, moreso enticing. Her hips swayed gently, a genuine, feminine trait and every movement seemed driven by the underlying tones of pure sexual desire. Precise in the movements of his own, Fenrir lurched forward forward. wilight did not deflect away and she felt the soft click of teeth into the side of her neck, reminding and warning her all in the same instance. In exception for a tiny growl which escaped her lusty lips she barely reacted to it and remained regarding him with a predatory gaze. "I could teach you so many things..." She cooed."Then what is keeping you?" A barely concealed jab.

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[xFenris.Fenrirx]

[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=000000] The white ghost danced before him. Her movements were rhythmic and quite tempting even to the emotionless bastard that he was. Though he was letting her seduce him. He could have easily turned her temptations down and been done with it. But he opted not. She was a very interesting creature indeed. A beauty that many would have wanted and she most likely flaunted herself to them but quickly denied their advances. He was wary however because she was of claimed lands. Her scent was not mingled with another brute though. Though she was a part of a pack, she herself was not claimed in anyway. She was as untamed as he was. This sparked something in him. A smile twisted up on his darkened features as she spoke in a whisper. What was keeping him from taking her right then and there? That was a good question indeed. His crimson soaked eyes matched her own for but a moment. He wanted to read her. To know what was going on in that skull of hers. Why on earth would a young femme who could have whoever she wanted want anything to do with him? Perhaps the mystery of the whole thing was what drove her. He reached forward again and snapped his jaw next to her ear making a loud click noise as his sharpened ivories collided with each other. "If you have not guessed yet, love... I do not force things upon faes. That is one of those things I would consider rude..." he paused for a moment taking in a breath and then the smile was replaced by a devilish smirk because he knew that she wanted what he could offer. And she had no idea the pleasures that he could give her. He danced around her until he was behind and then bit at her near the crook of her tail to make her jump. He wanted her there was no way around it but he also wanted to have fun. "Though I do not think foreplay is being rude..." he growled softly as he circled back around her. His muscles were tense. He was doing everything in his power now to control his actions. The heat he was giving off could warm an entire den. He could feel it surging through him. "I fear though once you are with me you will be bored with any other suitor that comes your way..." he said with the smirk still set on his features. "Are you willing to take that risk?"

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[Makarov]

[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=000000] He was a beast of many mysteries, Twilight could not deny that and the feelings which drew her in spawned from the curiosity of her youth. He was older, more wisened, and he had seen the world in his own slant for many years. That idea drove the she-wolf almost insane. It was as though she was beginning to harbor her own latent desires. Young males were bold and willing suitors, but older males tended to be well reserved, purposeful in everything they did... Well at least if they considered themselves gentlemen of a sort, and it was undeniable that Fenrir saw himself in such a way. It had a draw to it unlike any the she-demon had seen before. In all essence she was developing what would become a magnetized love towards older males. Perhaps she was seeking something she longed her father to always give to her, a sense of security, of vitality and need. Never before had Dragunov shown her anything but the will of his vengeance and his drive to become the very best on this island. He had trained her to a cue, shown her everything he had known, but never before had he been a father to her. Serena had been there of course, but in times of vital learning she had dragged the young she-wolf away from everything she could have possibly loved and known. The idea brought great bitterness to the she-wolf's soul, and animated the presence of what her dearest mom had always known as "the Imps". They were foul creatures, spawned on the darkest emotions a wolf could have and serving to darken and taint the minds of their hosts further, but they afflicted very few... perhaps very many in reality, and in so many different ways. Such things hardly passed through her mind though, as Fenrir quickly took her revealing of wounds as a sure-fire indicator of her readiness. Indeed it was. It was as though she wanted this meeting to go down the assumed path more then anything else she had ever experienced. His teeth clicked next to her ear and she heard his harsh words. "If you have not guessed yet, love... I do not force things upon faes. That is one of those things I would consider rude..." Her body remained in that semi-submissive position, half along the lines of slinking, but more along the lines of acceptance to his advances. This was the first time she had not been the major catalyst in a sexual situation for her, so it filled her with both fear and excitement. It was clear in his words, that she was a hard force to be denied, and similar to his wonder as to why such a young female would find him so eligable, Twilight's own mind was filled with such things. How could such a stately, older beast find her so undeniable, so attractive. It simply blew her mind. She was watching his movements very closely though, almost nervously, though she held no tangible fear of this established predator and Fenrir began to move around behind her, making her mind jump with anticipation. He however did not fulfill her wish, delivering a devilish nip to her rump where the tail met her body. "Though I do not think foreplay is being rude...I fear though once you are with me you will be bored with any other suitor that comes your way...Are you willing to take that risk?" She leaped away from him, half out of surprise, half to keep the excitement of the situation fully stoked and burning. Her eyes caught the fire in his, the heat that was now rolling off of his body in fetid waves. Twilight Heaven Solokov rolled her darling pink tongue over her lips as if for a moment considering the proposition. "Ha! With a fine gentleman so sure of himself... I don't think I have any other choice really," she cooed and eyed him up and down over her shoulder with a sultry smile. "Especially with said gentleman so close."

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[xFenris.Fenrirx]

[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=000000] He once more circled around her. Taking in everything that he could. Every fluttering muscle, the scent she was giving off, and her beauty. As he rounded back to the front of his new found companion, a smile once more graced his lips. "Now m'lady... There are questions that I must ask before we continue this little play date of ours," he stated. His eyes once more matched hers. This time there was actual distance between them, though not much. "It seems to me that you intentions were quite clear when we first had the chance of speaking but I must ask... Are you here strictly for pleasure or is it off spring that you seek? he questioned with a brow raised. Once more, he would never force something upon this femme especially something like that. Even with asking that question he was still fighting his urges to just take her right then and here. His body was craving her now. The lean and toned muscles that hid beneath his blackened fur were tense and hard. They were almost quivering with intent. His tail flicked behind him as he fought to control himself. He then moved closer to her, their chests once more brushing against each other. "The second question I have could possibly be more important than the first..." he added as a smirk imprinted on his lips once more. "How would you like it? I can be a gentleman..." he paused as he reached forward and gently nuzzled the side of her neck as though he was her lover. As he lifted his head, he moved to the other side of her neck and ear. "Or... I can be a devil that you've never had before..." he finished as he once more bit her on the side of the neck his teeth grinding lightly on her soft flesh. He knew both sides of the coin very well. And once more he would not do something that she did not want. He was not that kind of male and he wanted this encounter to be pleasurable for the both of them. Never was his intentions on only pleasing himself. Fenrir was not a selfish male that only sought out pleasures of the flesh for his own gain. He wanted this beauty to be equally satisfied and he would make sure that she was. "I do not mean to press..." he said breaking the silence once more. His breath was hot. "Please answer quickly... There is only so much self control I have..." he added with a small laugh in his tone. He once more began to nuzzle the side of her neck. Biting it a little bit harder than he had before. But after every bite he licked the area gently to make sure she knew that his intentions were not to harm her in any way. He doubted highly that she was really worried. Twi seemed to be a fae that could hold her own ground. Perhaps this was why he was so willing to give into his temptations with her. Someone that was on the same level as him. She was as much of a demon as he was. Oh... What hell their offspring could raise.

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