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Post by Dreeeam on Aug 31, 2006 16:22:08 GMT -5
[oh, no...lol. its okay, im just not sure what you mean by wolf-speak..and i gtg for a while varsity Xcountry practice.]
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Post by |x|Dynamic Dream|x| on Aug 31, 2006 21:44:38 GMT -5
.:Camilla:.
Golden optics flashed up at Adair, fragile maiden lowering to a sit beside him. Neck arched, ivories nipping the brute's flank flirtatiously. Obsidian stilts shifted position, gaze moving upon his bod.
"Yes..."
Lifting up and moving away from Adair, the femora sat down, about 6 steps away from him. Looking back at him she whined, luring him closer, wishing he'd join in her game.
"And you seem very....patient."
Searching for the word she layed eyes upon him and stared truthfully.
"I usually dont get this far."
Letting a light giggle escape her, she turned away again, taunting his will.
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Post by Magick on Sept 1, 2006 7:32:09 GMT -5
o{ Adair }o
Eyes following Camilla as she lifted herself to a stand and shifted away from him, whining in an alluring manner, Adair gave a slow smile at her words, eyes glittering amusedly. It seemed to him, that he had stumbled upon a prize indeed.
"Patience? Not quite."
Surging forwards himself, he shifted quickly to the left when she turned away, so that he rotated and ended up standing in front of her, smirk on his muzzle.
"And why, caro, is that?"
His muzzle was mere inches from her's when he spoke, his eyes flashing, a smile sharpening his masculine features. His tone? A low, seductive breath- so soft that had she been any further away, she'd have had difficulty hearing him. |
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Post by |x|Dynamic Dream|x| on Sept 1, 2006 11:04:04 GMT -5
.:Camilla:.
Optics rolled pathetically as she thought of the previous men she had stumbled upon.
"Because by now, the filthy bastards were already hanging over my back."
The thought made her disgusted, her lyrics filled with pure nauseation.
"Surprisingly, I manage to escape them...odd."
Camilla had never actually been raped before, although there have been many attempts, all failed. To her satisfaction.
"Filthy beasts..."
They didnt know how to play along. |
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Post by Magick on Sept 1, 2006 11:18:46 GMT -5
o{ Adair }o
Adair's smirk was all the more amused with the fact that he had never attempted to rape, or had raped, anyone- he knew how to make someone fall in love with him, and did it with ease- though he hadn't employed such seduction tactics on Camilla.
"They do sound like filthy rats."
His voice a low murmur of agreement, he tilted his head to one side, planting his haunches onto the ground, one paw rising to bat gently at her face, moving her muzzle up so that it was level with his own.
"I'm not like them." |
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Post by |x|Dynamic Dream|x| on Sept 1, 2006 11:24:20 GMT -5
.:Camilla:.
Still extremely wary of Adair she continued her dance, slinking up is sides, nipping his flanks, doing anything she could to seduce him. Finally, convinced her work was done she turned to Adiar, gaze intently squared upon him.
"I sure hope not."
Feeling a sudden dullness come over this encounter she plopped down onto her haunches, clearly wanting action.
[what a whore...geeezuu.] |
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Post by Magick on Sept 1, 2006 11:32:51 GMT -5
o{ Adair }o
"Of course I'm not, caro."
Smirking as she finished her seduction, he started up his again, placing his tongue on her nape, and trailing down to the base of her spine, before he lifted his left for-paw, gently pawing at her rear, before nipping the topmost part of her right back legs, turning quickly and flicking her rear with said appendage, smirk plastered across his expression.
"You do want this?"
Allowing for a healthy amount of seduction to drop into his voice like honey, he smirked, sitting just behind her, forpaws on her rear, teasingly. |
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Post by |x|Dynamic Dream|x| on Sept 1, 2006 12:00:00 GMT -5
.:Camilla:.
Scanning his massive bod' she replied quite simply, wishing for something real, not fake and not forced...action.
"Yes."
It was quite simple for her to say, really.
"I would like that."
Back up again on all fours she pushed her backside into his chest, optics narrowing. Plume swished in his face, padders shifting constantly.
She was ready. |
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Post by Magick on Sept 1, 2006 12:18:08 GMT -5
o{ Adair }o
Smirk shadowing his expression, eyes glittering coldly, Adair lifted himself up onto his hind legs, forlegs latching onto her flanks, pulling him to her. For a second, he did nothing, his head lowered to the top of her spine, smirking all the more now.
"Love ya, babes."
A cold cackle of laughter escaping his throat, he roughly drew his tongue against her nape, forclaws digging into her sides now as he thrust himself into her, back paws scratching at the ground beneath him, marking the area, warning off any and all other males, as he thrust into her again, his face now a picture of malice. |
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Post by |x|Dynamic Dream|x| on Sept 1, 2006 12:22:20 GMT -5
.:Camilla:.
Winces of pain waved over the petite femora, struggling beneath his weight. Labrums curled in tight snarls, larynx vibrating in cold growls. Optics narrowed, looking up at Adair.
"This is for me...not you."
Her sudden burst of anger was taken out on activitiy, he was rough, but she was rough aswell, nothing was ruining this for her, and she made that clear. |
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Post by Magick on Sept 1, 2006 13:23:33 GMT -5
o{ Adair }o
A harsh bark of laughter escaped Adair's throat, at this female's stupidity.
"No, Cammy, this is for me. It's always for me."
He hissed in her left ear, jaws snapping shut powerfully onto the ear, he tugged back, ripping the thin skin of said body part, and smirking maliciously.
"Just think, princess, in two weeks- your beautiful little figure will be giving birth to demons."
A snarl of pure amusement escaping his muzzle, he thrust into her again, climaxing, before shifting back and off of her, victorious smirk on his face.
"Nothin' personal, darlin'." |
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Post by |x|Dynamic Dream|x| on Sept 1, 2006 22:18:14 GMT -5
.:Camilla:.
Affliction, agony and anguish surged, as a large portion of her left aud was removed completely from her bod. Fretting away from Adair, maniacal essa gripped the earth beneath her.
"You bastard!"
Cam lowered close to the sodden adobe, hackles raised upon her nape, ivories gleaming in threat. Knowing that Adair was masculine, she could never fight him. But she was stealthy, and could quite easily out wit or out run him.
Throwing her dial back, pleased with what she had done she turned from Adair...getting ready to leave the area.
They would meet again when the pups were born....somehow she had changed...hiself inside her, his deviousness spreading within her. When they met, she would be changed.
As maniacal as he. |
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Post by Magick on Sept 2, 2006 4:37:11 GMT -5
o{ Adair }o
"Thanks, love."
Smirking, after giving a low cackle of laughter at her attempts at being threatening, Adair turned quickly, disappearing into the growing darkness of the trees within seconds- the words barked over his shoulder the last he said before he vanished completely into the vegetation.
"Evil's come to town." |
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