Black Tie Affair

[Serena]

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[atrb=background,http://i53.tinypic.com/16gcpow.png] He loved to flirt. He loved the game. Ace loved playing with the wild love emotions of a woman. He was careful to evaluate the maturity of the other sex before he played such games. He was considerate, and he had no business with screwing an innocent young mind. Ace would also never allow a vixen to dive for him if she was not mature. Yes, good ol’ Ace. He was a honorable knight alright. Jocassee’s flirty gaze beamed towards him like a warm ray from the sun. A smile that drew the aqua brute into her grasp… or his grasp? Mostly likely his. Yeah, of course she was rolling between his paw pads just the way he wants her. She was a mature, she could handle him. He for sure knew he could handle her. The only little obstacle he had to learn rebuild in her was that she was holding back control. Just enough to make him to make a second thought of his actions. Ace listened to her words as, the high tunes that he was attracted too smooth run down his thin black ears. His ears remained alert towards the princess that walked so calmly with him. Her several toned colored tail flickering over her alluring limbs, her tail a constant reminder to the parts he was starting to desire the most. Mind you, the masculine stranger wasn’t all about the sex. He didn’t mind the personal attention, receiving it nor given. He wasn’t all a horn dog and inconsiderate. Her words of the Order and the position she held amongst such dangerous beasts made his large bulky head nod in quite response. “And what about you, lover boy?” “Oh, I am in the Order as well. The General and his right hand soldier has placed me on Border Patrol. They have some other name that is all too weird for my tongue. So I’ll just stick with the title, Patrol.” Her tail lightly tickled his underbelly all of a sudden. His belly involuntarily tightened and shrank from her touch in response to the ticklish feeling to his soft skin. His bright and magical eyes glittered under the winter light as he gazed at this beautiful creature. His honey eyes warm and her heart clearly seen pounding against her curvy chest. Ace’s muscles tightened. His shoulders bulged and his hindquarters rippled. That touch was more than inviting. The black beast finally took the control he was bred to take. His massive head reached out for her, his chin firmly brushing against the top of her delicate head before his lips eventually run down the top of her neck. His chest close enough for his fur to mingle with hers, but his skin reframed from touching. “Come on Jocassee. Why fight it?” His voice was deep, alluring. The bass that rumbled at the bottom of his throat vibrated. His warm breathe putting starting a blazing fire amongst her fur.

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[☼ Sunstorm]

[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=EE76EB] Throughout our flirting that was steadily becoming more obvious, I acknowledged that the Spirits must have had a hand in this. I lifted my molten-like amber eyes, which appeared to be in a liquid-like state due to my immense pleasure, to the sky for a brief moment as I silently thanked them. It was not as if I never thanked them for their gifts, and only when I was rewarded for something. No, my rituals for them were a part of my routine, and so it was not as if I were ungrateful. After I thanked them, my attention was restored on Ace, who would undoubtedly hold my undivided attention for a great deal of time. I again appreciated the way his muscles smoothly rolled with each step he took, and I felt the desire rage through me yet again; what woman would not wish for these qualities in a man? He was unbelieveably enticing, reeling me in like a fish caught on a hook. I could fight and try my best to hold my own, but, in the end, we all know who is going to win. Even I knew this, and my personality did not typically allow such a thing to occur. I’d never encountered such an intense soul as his, and the circumstances were utterly different. ‘Oh, I am in the Order as well. The General and his right hand soldier have placed me on Border Patrol. They have some other name that is all too weird for my tongue. So I’ll just stick with the title, Patrol.’ There was a visible twitch to my ears from the very first sentence; oh, he was of the Order was he? Such a thought excited me, tingling its way through my stomach and ending at one of a woman’s most sensative places. I noticed that he did not yet bear the mark, but that was not a great shocker; it could be a few days before it would be branded onto the chest, so he was nothing more than new. “I’m glad we have big, strong men like you to defend our borders,” I half purred slash cooed, my legs aching to shift my body over, to press into him. We were still walking, but the pace had slowed down a considerable amount; it was way to obvious that walking was the last thing we really wanted to do. But I wasn’t quite ready to give up, even if I was on the brink. “It makes women like me feel safe.” All of our pretenses were soon given up, and I assume that change was initiated when my tail arced up to brush his underside. I saw the change cause a shudder in his gaze, and I felt as if I was burning, on fire, wherever his eyes touched. And if I felt that way under his gaze, how would I feel under his touch? It delighted me just to vaguely think of it. Then everything was dropped; I didn’t even catch the movement, I just realized that he had stretched out and his chin was touching along the line of my head, then shifting so that his lips were firmly brushing my neck. I felt the heat of his breath stir my hair, and it felt as if that heat had set me on fire. ‘Come on Jocassee. Why fight it?’ I could feel the vibrations of his voice reverberate through my neck, prickling its way through every artery before returning through the viens, giving me the pleasure all over again. I gave it all up, giving up the control that I had fought to retain, and my body pushed over to crush into his chest, satisfying the burning need to have skin-to-skin contact. An unconscious whimper left my throat, a further sign of my submission. This was completely unlike me, but this experience was completely like any that’d I’d faced. He controlled the game. Even though I’d thrown everything out the window, I knew that I had to keep this little game full of life on my part. Somehow enough of my head was kept to that I realized this. He might have control of it, but I was still a player. I recognized this. “Why fight it? The same reason you are fighting it, for—for—” But I cut off, unable to say the last word ‘control’. It didn’t matter anyway, my body and mind had already surrendered even if my words had not. My voice was a little unnerved, but the sultry air somehow remained. It was so cold out here, but it felt as if we were in the height of summer, and we were being scalded by the burning sun overhead. I pressed my head against his shoulder, every nerve ending prickling with the intense touch of nothing but his skin. My nose twitched wildly as it took in the scents that wafted off his fur, and shifting slightly I nipped blithely at his shoulder, the gesture flirty and pointed. I wondered why I was bothering with words anymore, because it was obvious we wanted to communicate only with our body. Wondering wildly where these next precious moments would take us, I reveled in this blissful feeling. It’d been a long time since I’d been close to another male, and I was going to enjoy this. Ooc:// So where do you want these two to go? Jocassee obviously wants to take it further, and that would set the stage for little ones later on. It does seem very early, since they just met, but it’s in her personality. xD But you can let me know where you want to take this, if you want to go through or if you have another idea. Whatever is fine. :D

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