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Where Silverfox Meets Coyote (Story/Vekraihr)

Tiriaq had wound up proud of the work he’d accomplished, believing it to have been the best setting job he’d done. For good reason, he suspected that Coyote had a part to play in the steadiness of his hand and the sureness of his administration of care. He’d worried at how she’d cried out at first, but soon it seemed as though she’d become eerily calm despite the pain he’d inflicted and he’d wondered at first if she’d lost consciousness. This concern was allayed as he felt her electric, ethereal grasp enter him and Coyote begged him in his mind to allow control. ‘Please. Fox. Please. Love. Please. Mate.’ the spirit communicated to him, there beneath lies a threat of a hostile takeover if the man wasn’t to cooperate. Relenting, he looked towards her face and saw the verdant vulpine eyes staring back at him as his own eyes shifted further golden and his pupils grew as his own orbs became more akin to those of the Coyote spirit.

There was no resistance; he could feel the spirit’s heart and how it ached for Silverfox. Slowly, the consciousness which belonged to the man was pushed to a spectator’s stance within himself as Coyote growled softly with wanting.

His own aroma came to mingle with hers, of leather and oak smoke, of ozone and electricity, like the petrichor after a fresh storm, intermingling with a masculine, primal musk. He said no words, his eyes said more than enough. A mixture of affection, concern, love, and longing all subdued beneath a smoldering heat of lust which ignited as her hand brushed against his smooth skin. Eagerly, he leaned down as she dragged at him towards her and his own tongue flicked out with a sigh to tease at the underside of hers with its tip. He returned a nip to her lower lip and tugged on it with a sly smirk of his own. However, his eyes followed towards where hers had as she looked at the injured leg. Alas, Coyote was no healer and he lamented he could not do more for his soulmate.

However, there was much she could.

Coyote smiled as he felt the familiar, long-absent energy of hers flowing through the air around them and he breathed deeply of its essence. Her sweet-smelling radiation made his skin prickle as he felt the feeling running through the air. Then, her attention turned towards him and Coyote was rapt and pliant as her hands found his chest. Her power surged into his being and he growled with delight, pushing towards her hands as his own found her waist and gripped possessively. As the energy pushed through, the unspoken wounds of his body began to knit shut— bruised and broken skin mended on his feet, the journey home’s toll after adding the weight of Cariss to his bareness; strained muscles from the same and perhaps some older, as the man lived a rather strenuous life; and, finally, the microfractures in his feet and ankles which had ached him for too long also knitted whole with Fox’s treatment.

The man wasn’t entirely unfamiliar with what was going on, but he’d no feeling of his body and so had no idea what exactly it was she was doing. Coyote, however, knew exactly how she had blessed them and his heart thundered strongly within his chest at the presence of her evocative power. He pressed further against her hands, trailed the fingers of one hand to her back and along her spine. His grip found the base of her neck as Coyote claimed his mate’s lips with a firm, ardent kiss. Eyes slowly shut as he rendered her closer, desiring more touch and her feminine softness against his firm physique.

Easily, his body remembered how it yearned for hers moments ago and Coyote felt the tension building in the constricting denim fabric. He hated clothing, having never felt the need nor desire to hide his form from the eyes of those he meant to see it; mostly just Silverfox, at any rate. His humid tongue teased at the part of her lips and then pushed past and the dexterous muscle swirled down the length of hers. Coyote had no qualms about destroying the clothing Tiriaq wore, grabbing his shirt and tearing it slowly in half. Great, more clothes he had to buy. It never ended with him. Then, he turned his attention to the faded shirt she wore and he grabbed it by the waist and began to peel it back, relishing in the reveal of the body his mate was within. His mouth parted from hers with a heated sigh as his fingers simultaneously traced his nails along her sides while he lifted the shirt from her.

Once he’d lifted the shirt over her head and deposited it to the side, Coyote urgently pressed his bare chest against hers in a way that felt both sensual and affectionate; he wanted both the closeness of body and their entangled spirits. “Silver Fox,” he spoke, his voice deeper than the man he inhabited and velvety smooth, nearly luxurious in the way it called to the ear. Such was the nature of the trickster god, to both beguile the heart and the mind. His fingers traced over her shoulders, touch scintillatingly electric as he pressed his lips against hers with ardor. Their kiss deepened as he began fondling her breasts with calloused, strong hands that were well-versed in the art.
 
The girl that called herself so many different things was gone, at least for the time being. She was swept down and away underneath the presence of the spirit that inhabited her, who had already spent years trying to coalesce into one entity, and yet they still remained divided. And for that, it was becoming dangerous for the Silver Fox to swamp her like it did.

Because it did not care. Or couldn’t.

Though the Coyote was near symbiotic with its own host; Silver Fox could sense as much, the presence of two, not quite one. Its soul sang out for the one, beckoned and called over for it over the man, twined itself in the spirit of the other. And while the metaphysical occurrence had her singing out to his very soul, her body craved him just as much.

Whatever reluctance the girl had shown in the shower was melted away, replaced by a fervent anxiousness to be close to what she had lost before. It wasn’t long before her hands found their way underneath his shirt and dexterous fingers trailed up from the hard ridges of his abdomen to his chest. One palm rested over the thrum of his heart, feeling the beat of it under his skin, through sinew and muscle and bone. She could grab it, if she wanted, hold it physically in her grasp. She had done so before, long ago in another time and place, before there was much to the world to begin with.

But back then it had been a dance of hate and love. Not this mad craving that drew her even closer, so that her arms wove their way up underneath his shirt and her hands found the nape of his neck to cling to as his mouth found her own, dragging his shirt higher up on his torso. She moaned in the girl’s own voice, lips parting eagerly as his tongue circled like a shark. Where she wanted to bite and devour, he wanted to tease and deviate -- their duality of nature.

Her mouth was hungry against his, her tongue an aggressive muscle that twisted around his, joining in his dance, while also relishing his taste. Her body pressed forward, heated with desire to be with him, only his hands had moved from the nape of her neck to pull at his shirt. The sound of the rip only quickened her pulse’s race in her chest and she groaned as she picked herself up onto her knees so that she balanced on the couch cushion, no longer hindered by a broken leg.

Her growl came next, when he pulled his lips away, leaving her green eyes wild and inhuman to wander his features and her hands free to crawl up the sides of his throat to cup his face, her fingertips tracing the lines and angles, trailed down to flick at his lips while the shirt was lifted up and finally over, forcing her to put her hands above her head until it dropped away. Shivering with anticipation and the sudden chill from the room.

Her hands returned to his face, the green fox eyes holding their own kind of elation as she plucked at his skin and pushed herself closer to him. The small mounds of her breasts flattened as she pressed against his torso so that the dark, pebbled nipples pressed into his skin and the soft brush her her tummy skated against his harder tone.

They kissed and she took the opportunity to wind her hands further back and through his hair, letting the freshly washed strands weave through her fingertips. She tugged at him and pulled them back until her ass slid down the cushion and her back was propped against the back of the couch. Her legs, both of them now unhindered, unfurled and curled around his hips to drag him more fully against her.
 
Coyote couldn’t help but notice a bit of the war that seemed to take place between the two souls within Cariss. Dominated by the will of a god, the girl could do little to exert her influence at a time when Fox desired control as much as she did. He hoped, at some point, he might help them come to better terms with each other that they might exist in a more balanced manner as he and Tiriaq have. He relished the feeling of Silver Fox’s unrelenting energy as he felt it enveloping his own as an embrace between two lovers long separated by time. There was something pleasurable about the way she craved him, how he felt it as strongly as he felt his own desires.

Tiriaq had hesitated and offered openings to retreat before, but Coyote had no such inclination. He knew fully what was desired of and expected of him; and he was only too happy to deliver. As hands delved beneath his shirt and fingers gracefully danced against his skin, he pressed closer towards her as the steady, powerful thumps of his heart could be felt with each pulse of the muscle. Her touch reminded him of a time where they had been more intimate with each other, but not always in the positive aspect of the word. Back then, they had simultaneously craved each other’s presence and destruction; opposing forces that strangely longed for the other.

He moaned in response to the aggressiveness in her kiss, how she sought to consume what he offered, and make it part of her. Should she not have taken those cravings too far, at times, he might have enjoyed them more. His excitement strained in his pants as he pressed back against her, his tongue coiling around hers like a serpent with prey before he pulled away from her to undress her upper body. His neck arched as she raked her fingers along its length, eager for her touch and welcoming her caress upon his face. Her touch lined the masculine angles and lines of his handsome visage as he peeled her shirt off with delight.

Coyote could almost taste her excitement for it was so palpable in the air, strongly pushing himself against her as his hands drifted away from her breasts. He found her hips in his grasp, instead, his hot skin pressed against her chest as he felt the stiff peaks pressing into the smooth, firm flesh of his. Her stomach was soft, contrasting with his hardened physique as he grabbed her hips and dragged her closer still. As her fingers wove through the still damp locks of his hair, Coyote growled amorously as he more eagerly pushed towards her.

Her legs around his hips, pressing his concealed length against her as his stiffened cock pulsed with the rich flow of blood from his quickening heart. Gyrating his hips, he began to sensually grind into her as the thin fabric of the undergarments she’d put on did very little to protect her from his firmness. He lifted his hands from her waist and undid the button on the jeans, pushing them down to his knees with a bend of his torso to one side. He then wriggled the rest of the way out, leaving the relatively thin layers of underwear being the only hindrance between them as he pressed more urgently against her.

Still, his desire to tease her prevailed over the instant gratification which awaited from their union and he nibbled at her lower lip as he passionately kissed her. His eyes were shut, but occasionally opened when they broke apart the kiss for the air their vessels required and his golden hues were alight with lust and affection. His hands met her waist again, teasing at her hips with strong fingers as he shifted his hips to and fro to tantalize her. Slowly, his fingers dipped beneath the waist of the boxers and grabbed hold of each side firmly as yet another ‘riiiiippp’ as he split the fabric in half, exposing the body of Fox more fully to him. His heat was easy to feel, even covered he radiated with the strength of his ardor.
 
There had been a time, long ago when the world was still young, when the Fox and Coyote had been bitter enemies. But they had always been great friends and then, of course, great lovers. Their souls had always been entwined for they represented creation. Where Coyote was more aligned with chaos, Silverfox had been more aligned with balance. And they had evened one another out in each life. As time passed, memories from each of their lives began to blur together and change, become more fused together with the host that they were born again too. Silverfox feared that if it lost the fight with Cariss, then it would be gone forever. So it pushed the struggling girl down in response to its urge to be close to the Coyote.

The former deity sloughed away the last remnants of awkward restraint that clung to the girl’s physique and turned it into something wanton, stronger than the slender limbs should have been, and sleek with her desire to feel his flesh. With her upper torso now bare and her flesh flamed by desire, their lip locked dance became even more fierce. Her teeth edged his lower lip, nipping then sucking, before her tongue thrust deep enough that her face slanted and the kissable buds of her lips crushed against his as if she were trying to crawl into his mouth and become one with him. An animalistic growl prompted it, turning into a lavish purr that rumbled in her throat, which then turned into desperate mewls as she dragged her nipples against the plane of his chest, teasing herself with the motion.

Her mate was no less aggressive with his own endeavors. Her bare thighs burned with heat where he grasped them, pulling her firm against the erection that nudged against her inner thighs, teased at the molten core between her legs. She only wore a pair of his boxers, the garments already too big for her, the fabric thin enough that it molded against the outline of sodden lips and vulva, demonstrating just how eager she was to have him.

It didn’t take her long to realize his game. The infuriating way he teased the ache that pulsed in time to the erratic beat of her heart. Ripping her mouth away from his, a keening little whine escaped from parted lips, muffled as she sunk teeth into his shoulder and bucked her hips up so that the blunt head of his cock pressed into the juice doused folds of fabric. Her legs tightened after that where they remained locked around him. Her thighs squeezed his hips as she rubbed against the rigid length of him with increasing urgency. And when that failed to give her what she wanted, she turned her face again, scraping her teeth across the skin of his shoulder before lifting her face up again to moan against his mouth.

Her hands joined the frenzy now, nails scraping down his back to help him push his jeans down, only to growl her frustration again when he wore another layer of garment underneath the jeans. Thinner, so that she felt his heat and hardness more easily as he stroked her through their undergarments. Moaning her want again into his mouth, her hands slid beneath the band of his underwear to grip the firm globes of his ass, pushing him down while his own hands busied themselves with simply ripping the boxers she wore.

The sting of fabric ripping against her skin was nothing in comparison to the excitement of coming that one step closer to feeling him fully. She lifted her hips, shaking with the anticipation, and used her wrists to push the last piece that covered him down while her hands trailed lower, feeling the sculpt of him, until she had managed to push them down over his ass.

Because it wasn’t fair that she was now naked underneath him on the couch and he still wore something.

Her mouth lifted from his, green eyes intense as they sought his, her voice raw with her need as she made her demand, “Take me. Now.”
 
Coyote couldn’t count the number of lives they had found each other within at this point, their eternal lives blending together like too many colors of paint on an over-laden canvas. Surely, they were fated to do this dance, however, as one always found the other— for better or for worse. Long ago, he could vaguely recall their earliest moments: conflicted, bloodied, and brutal were those days when the two forces waged war. Those moments seemed so far away now as if a fever dream by He who no longer persisted to torment her. Coyote had been fortunate as his permutations seemed more welcoming as a host than hers and, as such, he felt more in harmony with the vessel he inhabited.

There was an eagerness in the air that only grew as he witnessed Silverfox blooming towards the surface to show her lover how she’d missed him. Coyote’s golden hues shimmered as their lips came together once again, the increase in ferocity honing his lust further. His lips spread open as she delivered her teeth to service his flesh, softly groaning with need and delight as their lips crushed together. His tongue was strong and wrestled with hers, providing a sultry growl at the taste of her in his mouth that gave way to a low rumble of satisfaction at her purr. Her pebbled peaks against his chest served as a reminder of the delicious femininity which awaited him and for which he so ravenously yearned. Coyote relished in the way desire broke down the order in her; in how it served to place them on even fields on which the only thing that mattered was mutual satisfaction.

Even with the layers between them, he could feel how the moisture was pooling between her thighs and the heat within his core surged towards an unbearable level. Her teeth caught his flesh and he shuddered with a deep growl as his head sharply turned to attack the tender opening of neck she’d left for him. As she supplicated herself against the turgid length waiting to be claimed beneath his clothing, his hips shifted and rolled to complement her movements; increasing with her rhythm and his own urgency could be felt with potent throbs and subtle shudders along his spine. His mouth clamped beneath her ear, suckling and tracing the flesh between his teeth with his sweltering tongue before releasing her as her teeth dragged along his shoulder.

It seemed he couldn’t get out of his clothes fast enough for her nails savaged his back and he pushed towards the sensation as a primal growl rumbled from his throat. As her want was made plainly known against his lips, his desire was boiling over beyond his control and past the point where teasing was enjoyable any longer. As her hands wrapped around the firm globes of his ass, his hips pushed forward as she helped him relieve himself of his boxers. With her hips lifted, his manhood sprang eagerly upwards and struck firmly against her folds with a lewd squelch. Other than the hair on his head, his body remained relatively smooth for the most part and his blemishless exterior was poised over hers, ready to claim his rightful place. His body softly trembled as he was fully intoxicated by the alluring atmosphere of his mate, hips already pushing forward out of pure instinct without the command that was soon to follow. His blunt, flared head already spreading the sodden warmth of her around him, his golden hues were brightly aflame as her intense green eyes found his. One arm planted itself astride her on the couch to give him better support as the other grabbed hold of her hip and firmly held her steady.

Coyote felt what awaited him, the quivering heat within her that beckoned to sheathe him. His cock ached with need, a bead of viscous fluid forming at the reddened tip as the organ twitched with every pulse of his vital muscle. Without so much as a word, only a molten look of understanding and lust, his hips acutely shifted as he sought to spear her without delay. One deft motion had him aligned and, as soon as he felt the subtle resistance of her conforming to his shape, his hips pushed forward to meet hers with amorous haste. Coyote moaned as he crushed his lips against hers and his tongue bullied its way into her mouth to ravage hers. Exercising restraint not to hilt himself within her in that first second of bliss, Coyote deliberately took a little more time to savor the feeling of warm wetness that slid along the turgid length of his throbbing shaft. Once he was seated to the base within her, his hips gyrated with emphasis to the lavish sensation she provided as he groaned with delight.

His hand at her hip departed, tracing along the planes of her stomach and towards her chest as he fluidly began to withdraw from her, moaning provocatively into her mouth as he reversed halfway out of her before plunging back in. In one fluid roll of his hips, he slipped back to that halfway point before he thrust back into her. Like a piston, his hot, throbbing rod began to build a steady, ecstatic rhythm as his fingers danced up to cradle her face. His thumb ran along her jawline as he broke from her mouth to moan into the steamy air around them as his molten hues opened to lock onto hers.
 
The Fox wanted to sink claws and teeth into him until she could crawl up inside him, merge them together, wear him like a skin. There was something primal in the way she moved, almost feral in the making as more skin connected to skin and the layers of their clothing were either strewn or torn. She was moaning in the girl’s voice, but the subliminal growl that followed almost didn’t sound like it would come from a human. It only intensified as his mouth teased the sensitive area beneath her ear, causing her mouth to drag across his skin and her flushed cheek to nuzzle against the hollow of his shoulder as her back arched and a shudder of anticipation quickened the need to have him inside her.

Once his cock sprung free of their final confines, her palms squeezed the cheeks of his ass, driving him further to slide his full length between her lips, slicking him with her arousal. She tormented herself as much as him, her moan breathless and desperate as her hips wiggled up, thighs straining around his hips as she rubbed the engorged bundle of nerves that made up her clit against him. She pressed into him a few more times after that, hips gyrating, the friction of her own motions causing her to writhe underneath him until the blunt head slid lower, parting through sodden lips again to settle against her very core. Liquid heat met his head, followed by a snarl from her lips as she bucked forward again. Helping the plunge of his cock as he rooted himself deep.

The Fox stiffened underneath him as pleasure rolled up through her insides in acute waves all the way down to her toes, curling them. Just as it rolled up her torso, coiling heat low in her belly, bowing her spine back as well as her head as she moaned to the ceiling. Then down her arms, where her nails slid back up the rippling muscles of his back to clutch his shoulders and anchor her to him. Her thighs clutched his hips now, as if she sought to control him when she could barely control herself. Her slick channel, tight around his pulsing cock, fitted around him like a heartbeat, squeezing around him as if to keep his entire length buried deep.

Until she shifted with the ache of need, her nerve endings demanding something more than just the sensation of having him there. Green eyes, their pupils slit yet dilated, flashed up between them, fascinated by their body’s connection, before locking to his gaze. The girl’s pretty mouth was parted, panting her lust and swallowing her groan as his mouth covered her again. She devoured him even as her cries vibrated against his teeth, her body shuddering as he withdrew and plunged in deep again.

And he did it again, making her knees weak, trembling as she lost some of her grip around his hips, her thighs opening as sensation trembled and shuddered through her, pleasure riding up through her groin to plant heat in her womb, an uncomfortable ache in her clit, a pressure inside her. Growling fitfully, her hips followed the motion of his until her pelvis ground against his when he thrust back down, making sure that his full length buried itself in her whenever he came back down on her.

“More,” she begged - or demanded - once he found his tempo. It frustrated her, drove her to an edge. She bucked underneath him as her lust coated his cock with its heat. Her hands wandered, grasping at the muscles of his back. Her teeth nipped at his lips, then fell down to his throat to nibble. Finally, her tongue rasped along the flat planes of his chest, tasting him before she pressed her face into his skin and breathed him in as she cried out, body bucking with erratic cadence.
 
There was something in the animalistic, preternatural way Silverfox hungered for him that served to amplify his own already considerable appetite for her. Her true voice, comingled with the borrowed voice of the vessel she commanded, brought a shiver through him as his own resonant growl rumbled below the delighted tones of Tiriaq’s voice. As her hips rose, calling him within and slickening his throbbing heat with the evidence of her need, Coyote felt a familiar prickle of heat along his neck as his golden eyes flashed brighter. His primal nature, those urges buried under the more playful aspect of his being, came roaring to the surface. His growling deepened as she clutched at him and clambered towards him in an effort to bring him closer.

Coyote’s head fell back slightly as he heaved a deep, pleasured sigh as he felt the humid velvet around his unyielding stiffness. As her nails raked up his back, he growled out with pleasure as she pulled him tight, ensuring his capture as he pressed closer towards her with his firm, muscular frame. Each tightening of her walls brought forth an equally strong pulse as the sensation of their unity infiltrated the very beginning and end of his being. Every vein of his throbbed with waves of pressure as his heartbeat quickened, his pupils dilating slowly as he drank all of her in.

Her parted lips spoke to him, begging him to taste her again and he was only too quick to oblige as he found himself deeply entangling himself with her. His eyes, as brilliant as the moon and stars above, met with hers and he stared deeply into her verdant pools as her voice filled his mouth and throat. As their bodies moved in tandem, Coyote took advantage of her weakening grip on him to push harder into her as their combined fluids coated his cock and little threads were created between the two of them. Hastening to the sound of her voice, that yearning command with which she so sweetly called to him, his strokes lengthened and the flared crown of his head pulled to her taut entrance before thrusting mightily back within.

His head fell back as she brought her lips to bear upon his flesh and a long, pleasured growl rumbled deeply from him. With his free hand, Coyote’s fingers traced along the shape of her hip before bringing a thumb to press against the sensitive bundle of nerves that made its presence so well-known with its vibrant engorgement. Pressing against the hood, he made slow, tantalizing circles that grew in tempo as his hips began to slap audibly against her, the globes within his sack slapping against the lower slopes of her ass. His breath caught in his throat momentarily as she nibbled at his throat before she traced her tongue along the slightly salty flesh of his chest.

His warm, familiar scent, combined with musky lust and building sweat infiltrated her senses as she drew him in. Thrusts were becoming erratic as his body grew entranced by the pleasure and sought only to bring it to a synchronous zenith. With the rapid beating of his heart, the powerful twitching within her rose towards a feverish pitch. He needed her orgasm as badly as he craved his own, craving the femininity of her receptibility. His layered voice called out, the rumbling thunder of his true voice and the masculine groans of pleasure of his physical form rising with hers as he clenched his teeth. “Mark me...Your nails...Your teeth...I want to feel them,” his voice came through his tensed jaw, a firm command.
 
He had her pinned beneath him, for otherwise she would have climbed on top of him to see how deep his cock could go. As it stood, it felt as if he were trying to discover that himself, stretching her insides to fit him, piercing her to her core - or until the flared head nudged up against her cervix, bottoming her out with every lengthened stroke. Snarling for air, her head knocked back into the couch cushions, eyes closing as her moans were ripped from her throat in between throaty gasps as her spine arched. Her legs wound back around his hips, trapping his wandering hand between them for a spell before her legs fell away again as the new sensation was introduced.

Her body trembled, quaking with the experience of his thumb tracing, bearing down on the swollen bundle of nerves. Her clit stiffened with the attention, seeking it out even while her body shuddered. He would feel it as her insides tightened, clamping down around him as if her body wanted him trapped inside. She made long animal sounds as her orgasm built, the spasms starting out small, but growing into tremors as her knees lifted on either side of him, shaking as her heels found purchase on the edge of his couch.

She screamed when it reached its peak, shouting her pleasure as her hands came up, clutching first his face, then dropping down to clutch his shoulders, nails digging deep enough that they welted into his skin. Her cunt clutched his length, convulsing in a hot rush of juices that made her gasp, groan her relief, as her hips rocked back and forth to ride out the sensation as the rest of her torso pressed up against his chest and her teeth scoured his shoulder again to muffle the next groan that escaped her.

As the tempest of her release started to ebb, the scent of sex and sweat, of musk and his masculine smell that was all his own, came the scent of rain. Of wet grass and leaves, of earth and even rot; she brought the scent of the surrounding woods as if they were not inside a cabin. And with it, ozone and fox and the undeniable presence of something that was older and more powerful than the bodies that they wore; something that could build up everything and also destroy it if given an opportunity.

It was that presence that sunk beneath his skin with the release of their bodies, interlacing with the Coyote’s presence and leaving a mark that was not as physical as the nail marks down his back, the crescents of her nails in his skin; bite marks on his shoulders. Her cum on his cock, smeared across his pelvis, dampening his thighs as well as hers, and which still had her form shuddering underneath and against his.
 
Coyote was not about to relinquish control, for this moment he had Fox right where he wanted her to be; within it the satisfaction of her active acceptance of him as he drove ever deeper. At least, as deep as her body would allow before she would yield no further. His eyes shut as her legs wrapped around him, trapping him where he would have willingly spent countless hours as he wriggled his hand along betwixt them as he reached to further her pleasures. His chest heaved as he drew in deep gulps of air between his growling and moaning, sweat forming on his neck and forehead as the beads coalesced and glistened in the soft, warm lights of the cabin.

She tightened further around him, almost to the point of discomfort but that did little to assuage his fervor. Rather, his efforts redoubled as he sought to break the resilience of friction and his own vocalizations drew out in a long concert with her own. Snarls and growls grew as the primality of their mating drew them closer to their primordial essences. He could feel the trembles giving way to quakes as her dam broke, her knees pulling him closer and his body obliging as he quickened briefly. With a drawn, long howl, he slammed back within her for a final time as a torrent of hot, thick fluid was accompanied with powerful spasms as the liquid heat building within him erupted from him like a volcano.

Opening his mouth, he clamped down onto the spot on her neck that he had previously so tenderly attended to stifle his voice as rumblings vibrated her flesh. His hips gyrated and pressed towards her, ensuring every drop of his seed was firmly planted within her rapturous warmth. His pleasure shot through his nerves like electricity, making his muscles seize and relax with waves. Thumb gently resting atop her bud, ensuring jolts of pleasure as their combined fluids overflowed around him generously and coated their thighs and the couch beneath.

His climax slowly waned and his breaths came in deep, ragged pants through his mouth and nostrils, he drew in the delightful scent that Silverfox brought with her. His own scent rose to meet hers, of cured leather and oaken smoke, of post-storm freshness and the spray of briny seawater. Their union saw their energies mingling and sublimating around them to leave behind a permeable atmosphere of their collective power; the ability to control the destruction and creation of all things. As her energy filled him, so too did his overflow and spill into her, soaking into her and replacing all that she lost to him with his own signature. Still buried to the root within her, his body shuddering as he panted, feeling their mutual satisfaction mingling on his flesh as he either found himself too captivated to move or too complacent.

Slowly, his hand moved back to wrap around her waist and held firm, thumb tracing her attentively as his golden hues opened once more. His mouth separated from her neck, his teeth indented in her skin as he ran his tongue along the markings and placed a loving kiss on her jaw. His breath, deep and satisfied, warmed her skin as he basked for a moment longer in the afterglow.
 
The being known as Silverfox knew contentment for the first time since the last they had joined together. This time, it had been too long. The world had changed again, become more poisonous than before, enough so that it disgusted the entity. Then there was the girl who fought against what was natural where Coyote, it seemed, had merged with his host.

It was only right.

As desperation waned with the slowing of her heart and her skin cooled with their fluids mingled together, the Fox felt the girl stirring, and pushed her down once more as her focus turned to the throb of his bite on her neck, relishing it. Just as she relished her own on his skin. Her lips planted themselves against the red welts she had left in his skin and her body shifted underneath his where they were still joined.

“You are mine,” she asserted, green eyes flaring with heat as she clamped lips and teeth against his throat, tongue darting to caress his sensitive flesh, then trailing a line of heat back up to his mouth. She captured his lips against in a deep kiss, renewing ardor so that they could begin again, for the Fox’s lusts had yet to be sated.

It wasn’t until the sun turned the sky an ashen grey outside did the Fox finally retire, bringing the Coyote with her so that they were a tangle of limbs in his bed. Once sleep - and then dreams - caught up to the entity did she relinquish control again, returning to her natural form to roam the planes, chasing the Coyote as she went.

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The sun had climbed up high in the sky when Cariss stirred. Probably because there was a rectangle of light that struck her face, right where her closed eyes were, painting her face with squint inducing brightness. Lips that were chapped and swollen from too many kisses parted in a groan, her only complaint before she forced her body to roll over, wedging a section of sheet between herself and the bed in the process. In doing so, her face encountered a solid barrier. She breathed in through her nose, taking in the scent of man, sex, woodland things, the faint hint of animal musk… followed by storms and leather and smoking wood on a canvas of warm skin.

That her face was currently planted against.

She groaned this time, but the sound came out as more of a grunt as her consciousness clawed its way up from the tangled dreams where she had been transformed into a fox, who then chased a coyote, but then perhaps the coyote had somehow chased her, and then -- they had done other things that made her squirm to just think about.

If anyone ever thought two animals were fucking was a thing of beauty, it wasn’t, especially if you had a dream that you were one of the animals doing the fucking. She got that the Nature Channel existed to show the beauty of procreation and all that in the animal world, but what her dream had shown her was unnatural even in the wild. And too real. Like…

Well, like when she was younger and refused to dream because of the lucid nature of them. Of the woman who looked just like her, only not, with her fox eyes and toothy smile. Of the things that came if she did not move. Of the thing she saw when she did. Of the terror she felt when she thought she wouldn’t be able to get back.

But she always found the woman-fox-creature. Or she found Cariss, wandering without a clue. Her biggest fucking mistake had been to learn what was really happening to her. Her biggest regret was eventually listening to the bitch and her Join me, join me like some sort of disjointed come hither, only it wasn’t sexy.

Fuck you, evil eyed cunt.

Her eyes popped open with the thought, coming nose to chest and eye to the skin of a man’s chest when she did so. Another shift of her body drew her attention down to the fact that her arms were trapped up against his lower torso. And also … oh, she was naked. ..Right along with him.

Great.

Careful not to move too much, she pulled her legs from where they were weaving through his, suddenly conscious of the fact that the mound of her crotch was intimately nestled against the junk of his when she had turned. But at least her leg wasn’t broken -- something she remembered acutely as having been snapped--

Right.

Cariss closed her eyes and dragged in a shuddering breath that teased his left pec, refusing to give into the urge to settle back down and cuddle up against him, especially when she had echoes of memory of just what -- she? -- had been doing with him before she had fallen asleep. Her body did, anyway, judging by the wicked soreness between her thighs and the fact that the air was permeated with the smell of pussy and semen. Which she could only imagine was also coming permeating from her own crotch that gave a little pulse of excitement when it thought it was going to get even more attention. Again.

Slowly, carefully, Cariss started inching away from the warmth of her woodland savior and more towards the edge of the bed, watching his face as the gap between them widened. She held her breath, waiting to see if he would wake or not or if she would be able to escape the bed without being noticed.
 
Coyote felt deep, long-awaited satisfaction after what seemed like an eternity separated from her. He remembered when last they united and he felt more than a little frustrated at the fact that it had been so long, at how inhospitable the world had become for the two of them and their ilk. Coyote was fortunate for this life cycle had chosen for him a host that would allow him to be more of himself than he had ever been. He felt melancholy for his Fox had not seemed to fare as well as he had.

As the markings on his neck were further tended to by her lips and tongue, Coyote gave a growl of satisfaction and his lips caressed the indentations left behind by his teeth and his tongue traced the half-moon shape. His golden hues smoldered still, confessing to a need which still laid unsatisfied, despite the mutual delight they’d experienced.

At her assertion, he could feel the bristle along his neck, of fur wanting to stand on end as he arched his throat and growled his passion as golden lights fluoresced in his eyes. His hands caressed the feminine curves of her figure as his lips eagerly received hers, his sensitive manhood twitching with eagerness within her as he wasted no time to begin again.

As the sun began to rise to the horizon and the dull clouds continued to cast a pall over the land, only then did the Coyote and Fox break from their appetites to allow bodies to rest and recover. An arm beneath her head and another around her shoulder and with legs entangled, he laid with her in his bed as the two drifted into rest and relinquished control over their hosts’ fatigued bodies. In his natural form, Coyote reveled in being pursued and, at times, turned to pursue the Fox instead as the two spirits left their hosts to recharge.



Tiriaq’s sleep was deep and fulfilling with vivid dreams of a beautiful, natural landscape spread before him in the golden hour of dawn. Cool, crisp air filled his lungs and the sky overhead was crystal clear. In the distance, he could see a fox and coyote wrapped around each other and resting in the early morning sun. The sight eased his heart and brought him a sensation of warmth and peace as he allowed serenity to set in. This place seemed balanced and pure, free of the taint of man (save for himself) and the animals around seemed more exuberant than usual. However, such dreams weren’t to last and Tiriaq could feel the stir of his body calling him to return to the world as Cariss stirred against him.

As his consciousness returned, he could feel the dull, fatigued ache in his core of a night drawn to great lengths with amorous coupling between the two of them. Welts along his skin stung with the heat of passion, gently throbbing to the pace of his heart as his lips felt swollen and battered. Fuck, just how much had they gone at it that night? His consciousness ebbed at that time, but he presumed they were at it for a great many hours indeed should the feeling of his internal clock be accurate. As his breathing slowly deepened, he could feel Cariss pressed intimately against him, and he felt a yearning warmth building in his loins despite the simultaneous ache he felt from overexertion.

In the air, he could smell the gentle scent of femininity that was being far overpowered by the pungent aroma of musk and sex with a lingering post-rain scent. He almost found it as exciting as the body that shifted with self-consciousness against him and he felt the subtle movements of her body slowly beginning to sidle away after freeing herself from his arms. As Cariss stared at his face, waiting to see if he would awaken, his eyes would suddenly snap open, those two warm, green orbs a reminder of his gentle nature. Inhaling deeply through his nose, Tiriaq stretched his back slowly as he raised both arms up over his head. “Good morning, Cariss,” he greeted her with a harsh rasp to his voice, only just now becoming aware of how parched he felt. “It would seem I’ve been left more dehydrated than I last remember being,” his deep voice wasn’t quite as smooth as it had been the night before, but his tone was still calming.

Rising up to a seated position on the bed, Tiriaq groaned as he pitched forward to stretch the sleep from his fatigued muscles and set about stirring the stagnant blood in his veins. There was something about the way she was behaving; Tiriaq wasn’t certain of it but he felt as though she wasn’t as conscious or welcoming of the spirit within her as he was. He wondered internally as to how she was feeling about the night previous. Had she any recollection of what happened? Would she be okay with any of it? She certainly hadn’t seemed as though she wouldn’t have ever gone to bed with him, though she’d made it fairly clear that she wasn’t quite ready to be intimate previous to him setting her leg.

Standing from the bed, his toned frame tensing as his round ass tightened with another full-body stretch followed with a low, disquieted groan. She had certainly had a number done on him, his back evident with numerous scratches and red welts from her nails.
 
Caught.

She looked like a wild creature caught in the light of a human’s flashlight. Not quite a deer; she looked too feral to be something like that. Especially with the way her hair floated around her face in a I-just-got-fucked tangle, the dark strands giving the pixie-touched angles of her face a particular savagery.

Or like someone who had drunk too much the night before and was just realizing their mistake after a one night stand.

Considering the hickey she had yet to discover that discolored her throat in the form of bite marks.

“Uh,” she managed, her own voice rasping in her ears. Wide pitched grey eyes shot from his snapped open eyes to follow the line of his body as he emerged like a majestic creature from the tangle of sheets. “Oh,” she said as she caught sight of the work her nails had done scouring his back. Where she couldn’t remember the how, her body at least remembered the echo of their fuck fest from the night before. Like a trigger, her nipples started to peak where she hid them behind the shield of cloth, mimicking the ache she felt in her core. Lust stirred, brought on by the physical effect of watching him stretch out and crawl out of bed like a lion in its natural habit. “Oh come the fuck on,” she finally uttered, attention dropping lower.

Now it just felt like he was putting on a show.

She shifted closer to the edge of the bed and groaned as she sat up, her own muscles protesting, sore from her extracurricular activities that she hadn’t even been able to enjoy. It was a delicious feeling despite her body’s complaints. Cariss was a petite girl; a skinny thing with barely even a chest. Her only redemption was probably the soft bubble of her, while the rest of her needed to see more sun and probably a gym membership, despite her natural metabolism towards slenderness.

She didn’t have abs. Not like this guy had abs. Which meant that she was staring again, nearly skittering right off the edge of the bed in the process. She squealed in a girly way, the sound ringing in her ears so that she flushed red. Impulsively, she kicked out her legs to keep from propelling herself right off the bed, but ended up speeding up the process. To save herself, Cariss scrambled for purchase with her hands, dropping the sheet in the process as she clutched the edge of the mattress and scooted herself back to a safe centre. Or at least far enough on the bed that she wasn’t at risk of being any more embarrassing than she already was.

Scrambling again, she wrenched the sheet back up over her tits. More of a self-conscious motion to hide the fact that her nipples were stiff pebbles against the swell of her chest.

“So uh..” She looked lost, like she wasn’t sure what to do from here. “Was it.. at least good?”
 
There was something in the way she looked at him, somewhere between a doe in the headlights and the rapacious hunger that lingered just beneath the surface of those soft, gray hues of hers sent a slow tingle of electricity over his skin. Cariss looked like someone who had just had a night of ravaging sex and it suited her in a peculiar sort of way. With his back to her, he could feel the lingering of her gaze over the evidence of their tryst while neither of them held any actual concrete memories of the event; only the lingering soreness and the fading echoes of satisfaction that yearned to be felt once more.

If his ears could move, they would have honed in on her voice when she muttered her swear as her attention drifted gradually lower. He thought to taunt her for it and make her realize just how much of his attention she had, despite the angle of his back to her. His head pitched sideways and he cast a sidewards glance at her, his green eye hungrily tracing the feminine shape within his sheets as his core began to smolder with need. His body hadn’t forgotten how hers felt, how their rhythm seemed to complement the other in such a sublime way.

It was then that she began to tumble from the bed and, as she scrambled to right herself, he’d turned and had taken a step to catch her should she have fallen by the time she fully settled onto the bed again. He stifled the low chuckle that welled up in his chest, trying to save her from further embarrassment as the amusement was quickly forgotten in place of the color of her soft skin and the unquestionable peaks that had stiffened for attention. As he’d turned towards her, it became painfully obvious that her feelings of lust weren’t alone as his cock readily stiffened as he devoured her with his eyes. Whatever self-consciousness she felt was not mirrored by the man who stood there in all his nude glory, shaft visibly twitching as a small bead of clear liquid glistened at the tip.

“You know...I’m not sure if it was...But, if neither of us can remember it, maybe we should refresh ourselves, hm?” he responded with a sensuality that complemented the subtle rasp currently present in his voice. He moved closer to the bed before kneeling onto the edge and his hand reached out for her shoulder and grabbed her firmly. “However, I think that we need to get some blood going to those muscles of yours...You sound like you’re painfully sore and I’d hate to give you a workout without properly warming you up…So, roll over,” his voice was humid and sultry as he reached over with his other hand to grab her by the hip. Then, with or without her help, he’d roll her face down onto the bed and he’d drag his gaze along the curve of her back and the lavish rise of her ass.

How tempting it was to start there as he climbed over top of her and sat on his knees just below her gluteal crease.

His hot, throbbing flesh nestled slowly between the pillowy mounds of her rear as he leaned forward and wrapped his strong, calloused thumbs around each side of her neck. With rolling, wave-like motions, he worked in a pattern up and down along the column of her spine with his knuckles and bones providing deep pressure into the areas of thicker muscle. Meanwhile, the softer pads of fingers attended to the areas closer to the bone, keeping the keener points of pressure from pinching nerves or bruising the skin. Even his hands felt nearly hot to the touch, warmth penetrating in to alleviate those aches while the fluid, slow strokes of his fingers coaxed fresh blood into and through the tightened fibers and sinew. And, as her skin brightened and flushed to the attentiveness of his ministrations, he would proceed onwards, his hands following the slope of her neck to the slender muscles adorning her shoulders. Fingers and thumbs worked in tandem, pulling waves through the striated tissue as he modified the pressure based on the sounds of her voice and the reflex of her muscles beneath his skilled hands.

Her neck now freed of his hands, she’d feel his breath tickle her skin as his lips brushed against the side of her neck before delivering a slow, savoring kiss. His hands continued to journey, cued by the hue of her skin and the suppleness of her muscles as he liberated them of tension, spreading around her upper arms. Fingers kneaded and massaged, tender when necessary and firm when invited as he worked his magic. Surely, not as potent as the Coyote might be able to manage, but it certainly held its own appeal as Tiriaq neglected nothing. Right down to her fingers did his own appendages trail before slipping to her sides, caressing her figure before his palms pressed to her shoulder blades and her rubdown resumed. Again, his thumbs cradled the pillar of her spine as fingers worked into the muscles on and around those blades of bone. Even his palms applied a steady, rotating pressure that kept from getting too intense, particularly when met with the potentially sensitive areas of her ribs.

Persistent as he was, his lower body did not forget what it ultimately desired as his hips slowly began to gyrate, subtly rubbing his manhood against her as his kisses slowly ascended the slope of her neck to nestle beneath her ear. His breath was heated and heavy, slow with control but diminishing over time as he whispered, “I hope you’re enjoying how this feels as much as I am.” Surely, her delicate frame felt positively perfect in his grasp and he couldn’t find a singular flaw in which he didn’t find himself delighted. His hands continued inexorably lower, coming to the thick, strong muscles of the lower back as his hips shifted backward a little his manhood slipped from between her cheeks to betwixt her thighs. Suddenly, she’d find her folds prodded a little by the inquisitive gyrations of his yearning, his breath heating further as he felt the warm slick that awaited him. Not yet, he reminded himself of patience, to further enrapture her with decadence as his grip strengthened and his fingers worked harder now that he had much denser layers of tissue to work through.

He seemed to be in complete control, though, monitoring every breath and gasp, each twitch and spasm, to target each point with pinpoint accuracy. And yet he teased, his gyrations sending his tip to tantalizing spread her entrance again and again before backing away. His own torment agonized himself and, yet, he still reveled in the build towards something greater. His fingers would wrap around to her side with each long, steady roll of his palms and pads and he would knead steadily as each moment brought him further down her lower back and his grip closer to her hips. At her waistline, he shivered with anticipation as his green hues flicked downwards, looking at the shape of her ass and the positioning of his manhood between. His tip would aggressively twitch as he caught half of the taper within her entrance, slicking her further with his excited secretion. Slowly, he’d lean back away from her neck and he’d settle again onto his knees as his hands found purchase on each of her glutes.

His hands would feel like he was steamrolling through the muscles of her glutes as he brought his palms down through the muscular regions and past the joints to ensure every point of connection and potential pain was thoroughly satisfied. His thumbs would glide along the edges of the cleft of her ass while his fingers spread over the sides of her thighs while his palms deeply penetrated into the muscle and softened slightly as he passed over the joints and anywhere it might cause discomfort for him to apply more pressure. Repeated, deep carves through the tissue preceded an eventual continuation southward as his hips seemed to begrudgingly lift away from hers so that he might back away on his knees as he continued to her hamstrings and his fingers and thumbs continued to sweep through. His thumbs would slip between her thighs, rising up to the gluteal fold and coming intimately close to her mound before slipping away for another pass. Before long, he was at her calves, and, much as with her hamstrings, he would use long, deep passes for the long muscle to bring the most rejuvenating flow back.

Eventually, both hands would find one foot, pulling her knee up just a bit as to allow him to cradle her ankle as his fingers and thumbs targeted different areas of each foot with varying degrees of pressure and stimulation. From the pads of her foot along to each of her toes, he would work with a slow, considerate rhythm before continuing on to the next appendage. After one came the other and he massaged it much in the same fashion, while his eyes, half-hooded with lust, leered at her amorously. As he finished with her feet and his hands had thoroughly pummelled the muscles of the rear of her body, he bit his lip as he lowered her foot and his voice sternly demanded, “Roll over.”
 
Cariss wasn’t sure what she expected from the morning, but it wasn’t him. Or his actions. Hell, she didn’t even know what she was supposed to do in this situation. While it wasn’t the first time she had lost control of the thing that seemed to laugh in the depths of her mind, it was the first time she had lost herself so completely that she didn’t know where she was. Or really, who this man was who was making her feel so hot and bothered. Enough that she wished she could douse herself in ice water so she didn’t have to think about her body’s call to be fucked.

Again, apparently. She wasn’t stupid. Her thighs were sticky still. Her puss was practically doing kegels in anticipation of benign filled up with cock. In fact, she was becoming more and more self conscious at just how wet her cunt was just by watching him flex beside her. She almost couldn’t resist the word to lift the sheet that she bunched around herself and scold her body’s offending responses, because it sure seemed like it was objectifying the side show he was putting on for her benefit.

Not to mention how sore she felt. Like she had gotten a better workout in one night than she had for the entire year, except it encompassed not only sore muscles that she hadn’t known she even had complaining, but she sore ache between her legs.

Cariss could only imagine how that happened. In fact, she was pretty sure that she knew as soon as he turned, waving his growing erection at her. It would be rude not to stare, right? Especially as he moved closer, practically pushing the thing in her face. Lips parted, her eyes slid from the single eye and its wet bead that formed on the tip to all the way up his body to be able to meet his gaze.

She must have looked like a porn star, too, with her lips parted in a silent question - or waiting for him to just lean that much further in and push his whole cock into her mouth. Because that’s how it worked, right?

“You… what?” Her voice sounded warbled, alien. Husky.

Then his hand was on her shoulder, causing her to jerk with the sudden contact. His hand was warm, solid, large and firm. It sent a naughty tingle straight to her clit as well, which made her shift around on the bed and grunt in embarrassment. The shock on her face registered too late when his other land snaked right past the barrier she had put in place with the sheet, his hand sending another jolt of heat through her hip.

Right before he turned her, leaving her scrabbling for the sheet, while baring her backside to his full view. Cariss made a sad, distressed sound in the back of her throat as the dimples in her lower back cinched and the plump rounds of her ass cheeks clenched up tight as if to protect themselves from his scrutiny. She even made sure to tuck her thighs close together so that her nether lips wouldn’t peek from between her legs.

“Jesus, you could at least buy a girl a drink first. We just met,” she protested, voice wavering, her hot blush stinging her cheeks and the rims of her ears as his weight settled above her, pinning her beneath him. There was an electric jolt of anticipation that rolled down her spine and pushed her stomach into the bed as her back bowed and her ass rolled up, a primal way that she pressed the crease of her ass against the pulse of his erection, until she felt him slide between the globes.

But there was also a trill of fear from the unknown. He felt familiar -- too familiar -- and that scared her more than the fact that she had woken up alone with this man who had found her in the woods. She almost panicked as her mind flashed white when she tried to recall his name, only to shimmer down with relief as it came easy. She knew it was right because it was a weird name. Tiriaq, Tiriaq, Tiriaq.

Strung tight, Cariss jerked as his hands settled around the bleating call of her pulse that thrummed in her throat, her entire body reverberating with tension. Only to release with a little noise of surprise when she realized that his hands weren’t there to throttle her, but massage her. Skillfully. Not that it did much to loosen how rigid she lay underneath him, self-conscious of her own nudity and her body’s reaction to his close proximity.

...That he seemed all too OK with. It made her wonder how much he really did remember, with how friendly he was. She jerked again as his lips touched her neck, dragging a ragged breath from her lungs as tingles surged down her spine and she did her best to bury the burn of her face into his mattress just as much as she turned to angle the flesh in further invitation. Her nape tingled, the small dark hairs rustling, making her shift in frustration. She wanted more and didn’t know what to ask for.

“Ugh, you’re good at this,” she tried to start up a conversation. Or at least an excuse to distract herself. But despite the glib tone she tried to take, her voice instead sounded as if she were either trying to purr, moan, or choke. Maybe all three. Especially since his hands were digging in deep to the knots that ravaged her back, proof of a life existing within the bounds of stress and anxiety.

But fuck her if it didn’t hurt so good. And fuck him for making her relax despite the sexual tension that crackled in the air, undisguised, as he was as brazen this morning - worse - than their encounter yesterday. Taking liberties she wasn’t sure she was comfortable with. Or maybe she was too comfortable with. And despite the fact that his hands were making her melt forward like a lump of butter, she was acutely aware of what was poking her in the backside.

And then lower, eliciting a gasp from her, a knee jerk response that flexed her ass up against him and her thighs to shift with anticipation for what Cariss was sure was going to be their next fuck with how well she caught the blunt head of his cock with molten honey. She squirmed forward on the bed, smearing her arousal on his sheets, over the throbbing glans of his cock. Whimpering her desperate humiliation, she wriggled underneath him, her body confused as to whether she wanted to move away from his excitement because she was ashamed of her own or if she were trying to push him past the shallow line of her lips that thread, coating him with her own clear excretion and evidence of just how much she was enjoying the attention he was paying her.

“Oh fuck…” She moaned it, her voice raspy, desperate. Her clit was pounding so hard that she felt as if she were going to cum just with what she was given already. “Fuck, seriously…” she panted again as the throb of him slid wetly through the soaked folds, teasing against the apex of her need. She felt him press there, just at the very opening of her cunt. Heatwaves and pleasure waves had her rolling her hips up and back, eager to see if she could push his head deeper.

Just the tip. Isn’t that what they said? She would have giggled if she weren’t so focused on wriggling back against him until she felt the push of him stretching past her lips, stretching them out over his head, until it settled just inside her. Then she moaned, teased like that, wanting to feel him deep and rooted inside her.

Then he was away. She had to swallow hard, breathe in deep, the air tearing from her lungs in ragged pants. Worked up just over a massage that had her skin twitching, shaking off the self-consciousness from earlier. Or perhaps she was just out of her mind enough to not care anymore. Because as far as she was concerned, he could do whatever he wanted to her so long as she could find some sort of relief for her sexual frustrations.

If only his pesky fingers didn’t bring her attention back to her problem as they delved lower, opening her up like a book that hadn’t been opened in a while. He pushed her up and open until she was practically on her knees and he had full view of her glistening vagina and its swollen parts. She wanted to tell him not to look and especially not to touch, but his fingers rubbed up the soft tissue of her inner thigh and Cariss buried her flushed face like an ostrich again. Her inner thighs were slick. And she wanted him to touch more than just her thigh.

Instead, he tried to tickle her feet. Closing her legs up again, Cariss mumbled incoherently with his fingers digging into her foot, her toes curling as she tried to drag her foot away. “Mm.. tickles,” she complained like he was going to let up.

Finally, he released her feet. She pulled herself closer together, even rolled enough to give him a look. She grinned, her lips curling lazy, impish. “Why? You gonna fuck me?” Only she hesitated instead of doing what she was told, the self-conscious returning at her nudity. Rolling over meant more exposed and at least on her stomach she didn’t have to look at him while her body acted like something thirsty and cock hungry.
 
Tiriaq couldn’t help but lose a bit of himself in those sweet, seductive responses Cariss was having to his attentive hands and his meandering cock. With the wiggling of her hips, he could feel her trying to slip herself further back on him as his own hips tightened, preparing to root him in her but his mind overrode instinct. Not yet...Savor it… he reminded himself as he chewed on his lip hard enough to nearly draw blood, his breaths coming in deep, slow bursts of heat as he burned holes through her with his eyes. Why did she have to be so damn pleasing to look at? And her husky, rasping voice to stoke the carnal lust that was burning within him.

He could feel the warm nectar she left behind on the head of his cock and the delicious way she squeezed him, her body beckoning him in as he tore himself away as the last of his resistance began to crumble. With a deep breath, he reoriented himself and continued onwards to her thighs. As her glistening palatial folds glimmered provocatively at him, he could feel his mouth watering, tongue wriggling a little in his mouth and his thirst amplified. And he was harder than he’d ever been before, his cock rigidly swollen and throbbing, head brilliantly crimson with the gluttonous flow of blood that engorged him. It was uncomfortable and he’d almost growl at the discomfort amplifying to the feel of her slickness that had spread along her thighs. He wanted so badly to taste her, to quench the dryness in his throat, and to finally satisfy the palpable sexual tension in the atmosphere. For a brief moment, his head dipped lower as his resolve wavered.

However, he wouldn’t bring his head between her thighs to greedily lash her with his lecherous tongue. No, he would continue his way down to finish the rear of her, fully intent on delivering a transformative experience for her.

As she protested the ticklishness of her feet, a bemused smirk spread across his face as he looked over to Cariss’ face to see how beautifully crimson she’d grown. She certainly doesn’t remember a thing… he thought to himself as his knuckles and fingers worked a little more quickly through the muscles of her feet. Her question sent that bemused look into a full-blown, lewd grin as his voice rumbled forth, “Soon enough, Cariss. But, I have yet to finish exploring you.” With that, his strong hand would grab hold of her hip as the other hand pinned the sheet she had been using to protect her modesty. Not that she would be needing it, anyway. It could be quite alarming just how strong he was. Sure, he was a muscular man and larger than she was, but his sinew was dense and honed. He didn’t even seem to struggle nor did he grimace with effort as he rolled her onto her ass.

Before she could think or react, his hands shot up to her knees and that gradual dance began all over again as his knuckles and fingers began to work. Long paths carved along her thighs, sensual gyrations of fingers and thumbs as he looked up to her from between her legs. His bright, verdant hues burned for her just as his core did, feeling molten within as he steadily climbed ever higher. When he neared her mound, his fingers would shift and the nature of his massage changed subtly to evoke more sensation. The predictable patterns became more fluid and less concrete, following the subtle tug and pull of her body’s reflexive response beneath him.

Then, one hand would proceed up to her waist as the other dipped between her legs, his fingers pressing into her mound on either side of her glistening lips before gyrating in an excruciatingly tantalizing circle. He skirted the edges of her folds, not giving her any direct contact as of yet as he kneaded and formed her beneath his steady hand. The hand on her hip held her steady, kept her from wriggling away in case she might try to move away as he shifted his body to the side of her so that he might use his hands to their greatest advantage. His one hand attended to the sore muscles of her waistline, carving through the muscles with strength and precision as the fingers of his other hand brushed the apex of her slit. He pressed, putting indirect pressure against that aching clit of hers before he pushed downward, coming ever so close to pressing on that pearl before splitting to each side to further provoke her desires.

With the one hand working slowly towards her other hip, his two middle fingers scooped up a generous amount of the freely flowing juices that soaked her, him, and the bed beneath and used them to press deliberately into her labia and spread. Small, erratic circles were made with those two fingers as his outer two fingers further spread her so that he might attack every delicate little nerve she had on the outside. In and up towards her clit, brushing so delightfully close before proceeding out and down, then coming together to dip within her entrance, bringing more of her secretions to slicken her swollen sex. It was only when his hand had finally reached the other side of her waist and began working on her other hip, thumb digging into the muscles around the joint, that he would finally give her what it was her body screamed for.

His fingers spread up and out, rising over her apex before pushing down into the hood of her clit, sliding the two fingers close around it and rubbing with tight little circles. Slowly, at first, but he built on his speed with each revolution before breaking his fingers away to slip down to her entrance and prod her once again. Freshly sodden, he’d use one finger to coax the hood from over her sensitive button and he’d press the other finger directly into that cluster of nerves. Once again, he’d make small, counter-clockwise circles as his breathing became more ragged and his half-lidded eyes couldn’t peel away from the sight of her spread before him. He could feel his heartbeat in his loins, his manhood torturously swollen and begging for him to spear her on it.
 
Men didn’t do the things that he was doing to her. At least not the men she had ever encountered - romantically or not. He touched her with purpose, massaged through strained muscles that resisted him despite his effort. There was a stress that was ingrained so deep in the slight thing that shuddered her lust underneath him that it would take more than a nice rub down to uproot it. She was etched in fear and anxiety, a juxtaposition of what she should be feeling towards the man who had scooped her up from the woods and shown her kindness.

Maybe that was what terrified her. The kindness. She was waiting for him to ask her for something. Or take it. Or worse -- hold it over her head and coerce something from her. Because everyone wanted something right? It was the uncertainty of her situation that had her mentally clawing for any excuse to dip away. But instead of finding an escape, she was glimpsing shadows of longing, need, something that had its own pulse and that reached for him with the kind of desperation that harrowed Cariss.

She was drawn to him. And it was more than the fact that she wanted to nut all over him and ride his dick in a way that she was pretty sure she had done the night before. If she didn’t remember, her body still did. Instead of mewling like a cat in heat with her pussy drenched and aching so bad it was practically pain she should have been pushing him away, demanding answers, trying to solve the confusion of missing time. Not just last night but … before, in the forest.

But then he was rolling her over despite the protest that caught in her throat, or the way she grabbed at her precious sheet, exposing her to his sights. The whimper in her throat was pitiful, the sharp thrust of her face to the side instant as she avoided his eyes and clapped her hands over breasts that didn’t need much to hide them. The girl looked vulnerable with her fan of dark hair spread out and him hovering over her like he did.

Her lips trembled on the little sound of pleasure she made as his fingers pressed into her skin again, kneading muscles in a way that was provocative and reassuring. Things that made her jerk on impulse as heat coursed through her body, wrapping it undulating fetters of pleasure that made her thighs twitch in anticipation. The very core of her pulsed heat, glistening under his inspection as his fingers slid up her soft inner thighs, even though she had pushed her legs together as far as she could with him kneeling between them and his cock pitched on full display. Her eyes slid to it; her swollen clit pulsed in response, which in turn caused her hips to roll in frustration.

She wanted him to touch her as much as she didn’t want him to touch her. His fingers circled like sharks around prey. Despite herself, she gasped and rolled her hips again as his fingertips skirted around her most intimate parts. Pulling her lip between her teeth, she murmured her frustration again and pushed up against the weight of his hand holding her hip down, then finally blurted as his finger grazed the sodden folds of her lips where they met, clinging together with her own clear fluid. “You don’t have to-- I--- I..m-- oh fuck.”

She bucked. She couldn’t help it. Thighs trembling then falling open, Cariss lost sight of the fact that she was supposed to be self-conscious as a moan ripped past her lips and her arms scattered, hands flailing for something to snatch onto as his fingers brushed over her, teasing, yet so deliberate in their purpose. Scintillating pleasure radiating from everything, twisting the ache deeper in her womb and sending her pulse again into her engorged clit that begged for mercy with the slip of his fingers around it.

Her fingers latched onto his thigh, digging in, while her other hand clawed the sheets as she gasped, writhing in a frenzy. “Oh my God-- what the fuck--” She yelped it that time, her voice ringing off his ceiling. Grey eyes flew open, dilated with carnality, her breath heaving in short pants. She struggled to breathe as she gasped, back arching to try and close the space between his dancing fingers that touched her like that.

She wanted to hump against his hand but also shimmy away so fast to free herself from the pleasured torture he was inducing. It hurt, burned her, scorched her through… while also making her delirious with how good his fingers felt. And he hadn’t even really touched her, not really.

“Fuck-- fuck you-- nonono--” she managed to yell out again, this time with a keening desperation as his fingers landed fully on the hooded bundle of nerves. She strained against him underneath the acute sensation that also had her hips thrusting, rolling against the press of his fingers, coating them. “I’m gonna-- I’m just-- nono-- please-- oh fuck,” she sang, like begging for mercy. The little fox tensed up, toes curling, and even removed her claw from his thigh to slap it past over her mouth before she splintered.

Her cries, even muffled, were loud in her ears. The pulse in her swollen clit encapsulated, sending her careening over the edge. Her insides flexed, convulsed, sending a wave of pleasure that rippled through her core, shuddering her entire body. She felt her cunt clench and squeeze, the convulsions rippling through her womb, making the dark nipples poking from her breasts tingle.

She rode the orgasm while twisting her hips away from his wicked fingers, but not before she washed them with a fresh coating of her juices all over his hand. Gasping, Cariss threw her head back and focused on taking her breaths while her pulse settled in her ears. “I’m sorry.. I just…fuck,” she finally said in a husky voice. “I didn’t mean to,” she said more evenly, tongue darting to wet her lips.
 
Tiriaq was more than a little concerned about how self-conscious she was being around him, though not quite enough to stop him just yet. Besides, she did at least seem to be thoroughly enjoying herself, so why not continue for a little while longer? As his fingers danced over those preciously sensitive places, he couldn’t help but get lost in the rhythm of her gasps, the sweetness her voice called out with, and the contrast of harsh language that continually spilled forth from her. It seemed like she both didn’t want him to feel obligated to do anything at all and confused by how much he sincerely wanted to be doing what he was.

Her hand found his thigh and dug nails in, causing an eager twitch of his cock as small tendrils of electricity coursed over his skin where her fingers clutched. His body seemed to have fond memories of those, considering what had been done to his back the previous night. Again, she cursed— or she cursed at him— as his fingers met with that hooded, needy pearl and assailed her further with precision and purpose as his fingers grew sticky, soaked with her arousal. How enjoyable the sensation was. Feeling her careening towards orgasm, his fingers tightened their course, pressuring her more directly until he felt her reach that zenith.

And heard her, from the loud cries of pleasure that left her as she convulsed and clenched beneath his hand. His fingers teased along the freshly sensitive flesh, timing with the squeezes to send the jolts of pleasure shock her deeper. However, she twisted away from him as he tried to further provoke her, though she left plenty of evidence of his skill behind on his glistening fingers. His verdant, burning hues glanced to his fingers as he spread them apart, enjoying the strands of fluid that hung in the spaces between and his tongue swiped over his lips.

His attention was called back to her as she spoke and one brow cocked slightly to the strangeness he felt from receiving an apology from her at this point. “What do you mean, you’re sorry? You didn’t mean to?” he asked with the smile on his face evident in his tone as he spoke with a smoldering warmth in his voice. “I wanted, and want, you to feel pleasure at my touch. You don’t need to be sorry for rewarding my efforts with an abrupt orgasm. It’s a sign of a job well done,” he added, his smile broadening as his eyes focused on her lovely face, framed by the disheveled mess of hair. His short, cropped hair was a little unkempt as well, contrasting against the perfectly smooth complexion of his bronze skin.

Tiriaq couldn’t seem to help his curiosity as he brought his hand up to his mouth and sampled her taste with a flick of his tongue along two of his fingers. “And, I’ve still got more I’d like to do for you,” he added with a mischievous grin as his body shifted from the bed next to her, hand further staining his sheets with what remained to be wiped clean and he slipped back between her thighs. At first, his positioning might have seemed as though he was ready to spear her on his twitching cock, but he immediately dove, like a submarine, his legs sliding back on the sheets as he positioned his head inches away from her quivering cunt. He’d found her intoxicating and he wondered how much of it was because he himself found her to be an attractive woman and how much was the Coyote’s doing.

Not that the spirit was around to be influencing him at the moment.

Hands laid upon her hips, grabbing hold of her as if to either keep her steady or from squirming shyly away. His head dipped lower, his verdant orbs going out of sight as he looked closely at the intimate folds of this woman he hardly knew— but who felt so eerily familiar that he might have sworn they’d met before had the circumstances been a little different. When his tongue reached from the hot confines of his mouth, his breath met her first before the moist flesh of his greeted her. Tip pressed near her entrance, encircling her a few times before darting over her inner lips then between them and the outer. Again, he circled as he teased apart the glistening folds, climbed beneath her clit, and then suckled her flesh into his mouth.

Tongue pressed her between it and the roof of his mouth, rolling against her before his lips suddenly separated and his tongue dashed down her center. At her entrance, he began to push his tongue spiraling in as his nose pressed against the hood of her clit, bringing rushes of cool air and puffs of heat with each panting breath he took. It was then he remembered he should keep his hands busy, pulling them from their idle position at her hips and his fingers began kneading into the muscles of her lower abdomen. Without looking, he seemed to feel his way through the shape of her body to follow the slopes and angles of what needed to be tenderized and his fingers carved through her like a hot knife through butter.

The muscles of his back were taut, shoulders rippling with strength as his hands worked at her abdomen, taking care not to get too carried away in the places where the muscles wouldn’t be so dense. His palms would roll into her, like one of those massage balls, as he enjoyed the suppleness of her flesh and the fruits of her body. He even seemed to occasionally groan with satisfaction as his tongue wriggled deeper into her, then slipped back out so that he might tease her lips once again. This time, he rose up to her clit, his lips enrobing her hood as he caught the pearl between the ridge of his tongue and upper lip. His hot, wet tongue undulated in rhythm to the waves of pleasure coursing through her as his hands rose higher on her abdomen.

He’d stopped massaging at her ribs, instead tracing his fingertips along until met with the comparatively soft give of her breasts. Enclosing them in each of his strong hands, his fingers caressed her flesh while he traced the shape of her nipples with his pointers. Then, a soft pinch and a little roll as his tongue pressed a little harder into her clit and the tip angled more sharply to meet it, pulling a little more into his mouth as he gently suckled on the swollen button.
 
Cariss was still shuddering in the aftermath of bliss even as he pulled his fingers away to show them both the evidence of her own undoing that clung to his fingers, looking for all the world that he was pleased with what he had done. It made her squirm on his sheets, drawing attention to the fact that she was still lying in a splayed out heap and exposed. Only the afterglow had melted the tension in her body - or perhaps it had been the strength of his fingers that had climbed through the jumble of her muscles.

She felt like a liquid, or at least a semi-solid, as pleasure hummed through her brain in a fuzzy haze and she concentrated on finding her breath again with the rise and fall of her chest. Her toes curled into the sheets as another rippling tingle made her squirm, changing her expression from confused satiation to a little wicked as she slid her feet up so that her thighs brushed his, saving the skin to skin.

“Does that mean you’re going to show me how we fucked last night? And all I’ve been doing is laying here while you...” The lewdness was intentional; it was a mechanism she liked to use to pass off how self-conscious she felt under the skill of his touch that had driven her batshit while she had simply writhed like a banshee underneath him. Cariss was used to fucking. She wasn’t used to being out of control. It was why her gaze slid down between them, eyeing the erection that jutted up, poised like a piston. The temptation to wrap her legs around his hips and drag him down, to angle herself just so, to feel the way--

“What are you doing?” The girl sounded breathless and scared at once as grey eyes lit on the lap of his tongue across his fingers, tasting what she had left behind. She was already flush with heat, but the fact stung her cheeks again with a harder blush as he wiped his hand clean. The louder protest came in the form of a shocked gasp as, instead of plunging into her with his cock, he slid down onto his belly, putting his face…

Her nerves flared, both anticipation and anxiety sending her back into a panicked frenzy. His hands on her hips, keeping her spread, kept her from kicking off with her feet to send her sliding over the edge of the bed and away from the evaluations he felt she was receiving from how intensely he was staring at her.

Matching the olive tone of her skin, the outer folds that glistened from arousal were just a shade darker than the rest of her, tight instead of loose, even while swollen and begging for more attention. No extra flaps to be seen until he pushed her open, though the idea that he was staring still humiliated her. She lacked hair -- or at least, she lacked most hair, thanks to the same genes that no doubt kept the hair from his own body -- which really only made her feel all the more exposed.

“You-- you don’t--” She stammered out, gasping again as his hot breath teased her. She could have sworn that her clit jumped from anticipation, set to pulsing again. “--have to.. You really don’t have to--” She insisted, her hands finally joining the protest as the wet tip of his tongue teased past the folds of her lips, tasting the pink center that clenched with pleasure. Both sets of fingers dragged through his hair, clutching at his scalp. At first, she even tried to pull his head up and away.

...Only to push down again as a low moan that erupted from her mouth, his tongue touching on the sensitive bud that peeked from underneath its hood. She rolled her hips up in anticipation, her breath hitching, heels sliding down to push into the bed. “Oh my fucking God…” She yammered, twitching as she fought against her baser instinct to rut the entirety of her cunt against his face in order to hump his mouth.

“What are you even doing…” She yelped that, the words bleeding into a desperate mewling noise as his tongue delved deeper, coercing another flood of hot liquid from between her legs to coat his tongue, paint his mouth, and tighten her stomach as pleasure rolled through her to the sway of his mouth.

Instead of trying to push herself away, she found herself pushing herself forward, her fingers claws that kneaded the back of his skull as if they were encouraging him to continue his venture, when it was really that her senses were being carried to the forefront of any thought. She had already been sensitive from his too clever fingers -- and now he was exploiting that with the deviousness of his tongue.

She was gasping, strangling the cries that caught in her throat with his crest he pulled her to. Her hips squirmed with the electric burst of sensation, her thighs straining open as she arched up into a particular flick of his tongue, seeking more of the same. Like an addict discovering something new.

His roaming hands didn’t help. She already knew he had clever fingers and they caused her skin to leap against his touch as they roved up the slim design of her torso. The hardened buds of her nipples that stood at full attention seemed to already know where his hands were headed, aching with the same intensity that her clit was in anticipation for the next swipe of his tongue.

It was why she cried out in pleasured shock when the warmth of his hands finally closed over the gentle swell of her breasts, his fingers teasing their aching peaks, while his tongue simultaneously stroked the bead of pleasure.

“For fuck’s sake--” She cried out. Something broke, them, as his attention switched; it killed any further reservations she still had about what he was doing. Her back arched, her breasts thrusting into his palms, her strangled moan reverberating through the room freely. The grasp she had in his hair tightened as this time instead of trying to squirm away from the intensity of his mouth, she angled herself into it until the pulsing bundle of her clit rolled into his tongue with each lash, sending that shock of pleasure straight into her womb, tightening her insides, until she had reached an almost painful peak that begged for another release.

“I’m going to cum again--” she snarled, bucking, the words almost begging. “If you don’t stop, I swear I’m going to fucking cum again--” It was a warning that ended in a series of loud moans to prove the point.
 
Tiriaq grinned as Cariss protested against his increased attention to her, even as parts of her grew visibly more excited with each moment that passed. He was beginning to understand that, perhaps, her reservations weren’t to be taken at face value. Somehow, he found that nervous anxiety of hers all the more appealing; between the lewd provocations and the stammering protests there was a vulnerability that the hunter in him craved. Despite her hands pulling on him, he continued nonetheless, listening to what she was silently telling him rather than the nerves of her consciousness. It didn’t help her case much that she looked so fucking appealing, glistening— like a goddess flecked with dew in the early morning— from the sunlight that bathed them from the window.

“I fucking know I don’t have to...I want to…” he responded to her, licking his lips in anticipation of tasting her once again. Her reservations only lasted for as long as he wasn’t touching her, though, as that facade melted away against the flames of desire and she pushed his head down. He’d growl softly at that, sounding more delighted at it than she might have anticipated as a vibration ran through his tongue and into the palatial folds of her womanhood. As another deluge wet his tongue, he gulped audibly as he greedily consumed the nectar she offered, followed by a muffled moan that resonated between her thighs. Her seductive gyrations pulled him deeper into the actions of his tongue, lashing and coaxing her closer as though he were a man possessed by a singular desire. Indeed, he may have been.

Cries of pleasure pierced into his mind as his hands clasped those lovely orbs of hers, sending a gentle shiver through his spine at the combination of stimuli she produced. She grew louder, cursing and breaking against him as she pressed herself eagerly into him. He was all too happy to receive her, another satisfied growl leaving his throat as his tongue assailed her sensitive clit relentlessly. Her fingers pulled at his hair, tightened, and pushed him against the rolling motions of her hips as he briefly closed his eyes and shuddered again.

She warned him, almost threateningly, of another approach to climax and his eyes shot open, the verdant hues locking with her face as his mouth briefly pulled from her clit with a soft ’pop’ from the gentle suction he’d been holding her with. His right hand released her chest, fingers striking an erratic pattern down her stomach, like a lightning bolt delving between her thighs as his jaw rose to allow his hand to pass.

“Good...I do so enjoy when you do it for me, Cariss…” he provoked as his head lowered again, her name sultry on his tongue as his index and middle finger suddenly plunged into her twitching cunt without another moment of warning. Immediately, his fingers curled skywards, pressing that upper wall of hers in search of what he knew would be easy to find. Indeed, just as her clit was swollen and begging for attention, so was the root system of nerves within her similarly engorged. As he pressed the tip of his fingers into her g-spot, his mouth wrapped back around her clit, surrounded her with his sweltering warmth, and his tongue began to more quickly flick against her— almost as though he were trilling it. In alternating, wave-like motions, his two digits curled and straightened within her as if calling her ‘come hither’. He’d growl again, hearing the lewd sounds of his fingers probing into her as he slowly began to pump them back and forth inside of her. All the while, he maintained a consistently revolving pressure against her g-spot.

His thumb would press against the folds between tongue and fingers, stimulating her with small figure-8's and circles that pushed and pulled her clit slightly from where his tongue slavered over it. It flicked back and forth over her like a boxer with a speedbag, pummeling her with that lurid muscle as his fingers danced inside her. His prints dragged over the texture of her g-spot, feeling the needy pulses of her body so intimately and using the information to further coordinate his efforts to undo her. His breaths were hot and frequent against her bare mound, indicative of just how aroused he grew from her thorough enjoyment at his skilled touch.

His fingers plunged deeply, accentuated with a swirl of his tongue, ensnaring her nerves outside with the humidity of the appendage as his deft fingers moved in and out like alternating pistons to hammer at her. His cock throbbed with need, a bead of precum dripping from him as his hips tightened against the desire to lunge for her. He had several hungers to fulfill, and he would do them in order, and next was to make her scream for him. He didn't want to simply fuck her. He, of course, wanted to fuck her but he wanted her to feel layers of pleasure preceding the act. It simply wasn't fun for him to rush into it; he enjoyed the climb as much as the peaks.

His left hand pressed into her breast, a finger and thumb rolling her nipple between his firm skin in a rhythm all its own as he sat on his knees between her legs. Faster and faster, his fingers moved within her as the cacophony of sexuality grew around him, his teeth gently grazing her clit as he suckled her further into his mouth. He’d pin it against the roof of his mouth as another growl sent powerful vibrations through his palate and straight into her nerves. His worship of her would not be complete until she was a quivering heap beneath him, his eyes closing again to further enjoy the erotic symphony he played on her and she sang for him.

He’d pop her from his mouth again, exposing her to the relatively cool air as the tip of his tongue performed an electric dance directly into the exposed flesh of her clit. All the while, his fingers moved with a fervent purpose, his muscular arm shifting back and forth to further drive more strength and motion into his powerful ministrations. Eyes flashed open, radiating lust and sexual energy as he cast his stare up towards her face, taking in the delicate, feminine slopes of her body along the way. He wanted to watch it happen, again and again, he craved seeing that ecstatic bliss take hold of her.
 
He was trying to kill her. Cariss understood that now. As every modicum of control unraveled and sent her spiraling into senselessness. Was this what they had done the night before? When it had been lights out for her and that demon bitch had been in control? Did he remember?

She would feel fucking cheated if this was something that they had done last night and she just didn’t remember. It felt too good for her not to know it. It felt good enough that it was almost too good, almost painful, and her voice let him know as much as words were lost and only the keening sounds of her moans striking his ceiling, followed up by cries that were a mix of pleasured screams and moans that fit the erratic rocking of her hips when his tongue lashed her nerve endings in a certain way.

She only found her words again when the scintillating warmth of his hand left her breast and its straining nipple wanting more, only to have his thick digits push inside her. Her cunt greeted his delving fingers like a suction, grabbing around it as her pulse leaped down to her clit and pleasure exploded through her, tightening her core and abdomen as she groaned.

“Oh fuck…” she panted, hands tightening around his scalp. Only to shout a moment later as his fingers curled inside her, stroking the nerve endings inside her, while his tongue still stroked her aching clit. She might as well have seen stars flash before her eyes before the frenzy hit.

“Oh fuck… oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck..” became her mantra. Her head tossed back, eyes closed as her body moved all on its own, trying to match his strokes. Her feet kicked into the mattress, thighs quivering, and all she could really do was jerk and writhe into the tides of pleasure that both rolled through her body and stabbed her with an intensity that caused her voice to pitch higher every time his fingers stroked along the sensitive patch of her g-spot.

Not to mention the fingers that rolled her nipple sending a pulse of sensation like the bud was its own clit. She rubbed her chest into his palm like an attention starved kitten, not wanting his hand to abandon the erogenous area even though his other efforts were enough to make her want to explode underneath him.

“I hate you!” she finally snarled or shrieked - probably both - as the building ache between her thighs finally came to an abrupt crescendo, overwhelmed by his stimulus. With his fingers buried deep into her channel, he would be able to feel her tighten around him, her muscles rippling, before erupting into a series of spasms and hot fluid that had her bucking violently, her chorus of moans following suit.

“Fuck you!” She snapped again.The orgasm ripped through her harder than the previous one had, the climax blanking her mind as her back arched and thighs quivering, her insides sending jerking waves of pleasure through the entirety of her small frame. Cariss barely even noticed the fact that the intensity of his motions inside her caused something to release.

And that her cunt decided to spit on him for his efforts, her body’s fluids a gusher that shot into his face, only to cause her to collapse back onto the bed. Her hand finally treaded down, palm planting into his forehead to give him a push as her oversensitized sex buckled her thighs and left her panting for breath.
 
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Every bit of focus he had was going into her— the look of her, the feel of her, and the smell of her inundating his senses. His condition was only exacerbated by the loud cries of pleasure she shrieked beneath him, another bead of precum dribbling from his tip and gleaming as it descended down to his sheets. As her body writhed beneath him, Tiriaq’s eyes stayed focused on her face to watch as she muttered curses and called out for him. His body shivered at her tightening grip on his scalp, sending an electric chill along his nerves as he greedily lapped at her clit.

Then, he simultaneously felt and heard as she came to the next zenith, claiming to hate him all the while unabashedly crying out with pleasure. A small grin spread over his lips, his mouth opening a little further before he felt the sudden geyser of fluid erupting from her. His eyes would reflexively close, as a broad grin spread over his face and he eagerly gulped down however much found its way into his mouth. Feeling the warm evidence of her satisfaction spraying over his face, he didn’t let up too much as his fingers and tongue assailed each side of that erogenous organ in rhythm to the spasms of her cunt. Only her palm, coming to press against his forehead, drew him from the trance-like determination he had. His hands would dismount, fingers withdrawing slowly from within her as the hand that had been caressing her chest dropped to the bed next to her.

Verdant hues locked onto her, burning hot as his face glistened and dripped with the copious proof of her orgasm. Even the muscular planes of his chest weren’t spared, the valleys carved from muscle running with rivulets of fem cum as Tiriaq licked his lips, panting. “I think you only hate me because you hadn’t met me sooner...Regretting the days you didn’t get to experience true pleasure,” he taunted her with a sultry tone as he began to slowly scale her body like a predator who knew his prey was weak and vulnerable, muscles rippling as his fingers clasped the sheets at her sides and pulled him up. “I mean, you really fucking enjoyed that last little bit, didn’t you? I’m positively dripping from your orgasm...And it was fucking great,” he teased further, his voice laden with heat as his face came level with hers.

And, as his face came level with hers, so did his hips rise between her thighs, the taper of his throbbing cock provocatively dragging against the keenly sensitive flesh of her cunt. “Or...Maybe, you hate me because I haven’t taken you yet...Because I haven’t given you what you really want…” he whispered it, lowering his mouth towards her ear before tracing the edge of her lobe with his tongue as his hot breath rushed over her skin. Lower, he’d bring his lips to sensually kiss where her jaw and neck met as his body lowered against hers a little.

His warm, damp chest would press against hers, pressing her erect nipples into the firm musculature of his body. “Tell me, Cariss, do you want more?” he asked a little louder as his hips pressed toward her as if to accentuate the question, his slick tip spreading her lips as he pressed precisely against her quivering entrance. Just the warmth and sexuality from her made his shaft twitch with eagerness, ready to sheathe himself to the hilt inside her as he tempered his desires to hear her answer.
 
Cariss felt too strung out to be humiliated or embarrassed. Her entire body pulsed, quivered with the aftermath of the eruption that he had delivered on her. She felt raw, laid bare, all her limbs turned to jelly -- and again, the only thing that she had done was be underneath him. He should have been the one exhausted, not her … even as she focused on steadying the erratic fray of her breath, grey eyes popping open as she came down from the high of satiation.

It was only when he rose up over her and she saw the evidence of what he had done to her glistening on his face, smelled the perfume of her own cunt on his skin, that she made a tiny whining noise in the back of her throat and looked away quick, heat stinging her ears and cheeks, “Sorry,” she uttered, not knowing what else to say.

She was traversing new territory. And as her heart started to pick up the pace again, Cariss wasn’t sure if she wanted to curl up and disappear into his sheets or yank him down into her. Her body may have been screaming its desire for this man, feeling an uncanny pull, an electric attraction, but Cariss was still just as confused as when she had woken up.

So he spoke and she rolled her eyes down, refusing to meet his gaze for the time being, and dragged her lower lip between her teeth to nibble at it as her hands lifted, following the wandering of her eyes as she looked over the frame that hovered above her. Her touch was careful but inquisitive, touching the ridges of his abdomen, her fingertips tracing up to the solid lines of his chest and over the broad stroke of his shoulders. She grinned a little, a shy thing, then her hands looped under the dark toss of his hair to cling to the nape of his neck.

This time, she dragged him down, grey eyes shooting up to meet his stare with a questioning look -- almost a look of disgust. “Was it gross?” she croaked at him, her voice still harsh, dropped to a husky murmur from her earlier vocalization. “What..” she trailed off, licking her lips, eyes darting down to the mouth that had spent its time pleasuring her. Then back up to his face. “...Who are you?” Sure, she knew his name, but he was still a stranger whose nape she currently cradled like he was a lover.

Only he reminded her of their antics as the weight of his hips lowered. Her eyes darkened, lips parted as a sharp intake of breath was followed by a sharper gasp once the heavy head of his cock nudged against the sensitive opening of her cunt. As sensitive as she was, as raw as she felt, she bucked up into the motion like this was a craving she couldn’t shake.

Heat rushed again, pulling her back into the high that was lust. Her body gave a little quake underneath him as his lips lowered again, this time trailing fire that had her gasping again, head tilting into the trail of kisses, her fingers pushing to keep him there. She couldn’t help the low moan that escaped when he grasped the lobe of her ear, made her shudder hard enough that her thighs wobbled and she angled herself so that the tip of him spread her soaking lips and she could feel his pulse meet hers at the entrance of her core. She brought them a little further than that with her own little thrust, feeling the head of him sink and stretch inside her. All she had to do was push her hips up and she could have him buried deep.

Only she hesitated, head rolling back so that she could catch his mouth against her own, kissing him hard as she moaned. She dragged her lips once against his, tasting her own salty taste on his mouth, before she whispered against his skin. “...Did we… ...Should we use protection?”

At least her intentions were good. Only Cariss would be lying if she said that feeling the hot pulse of his skin against hers didn’t feel fucking amazing. To prove that it did, she shifted her hips up again, wiggled them enough that she felt the head of his cock sink deeper, felt an inch or two of his length push inside her body so that her hot wet clenched around him. “Oh fuck…” She rocked again, her motion shallow, until she felt just those couple of inches slide from inside her again, until it was just the tip that she kept hot inside her body. She teased them both with this, when she really craved to feel him rooted deep with absolutely nothing between them.
 
There was a question in his mind of how her previous lover(s) must have treated her, or perhaps someone else in her life, that lead her to apologize as much as she was. Surely, she mustn’t have had someone do what he’d done for her, else she might not feel that sting of shame on her face as he watched the crimson streak across her flesh. Something about it was delicious, though; the knowledge that she was overly conscious of what he’d done, no matter how much she wanted him to nor how much she’d enjoyed it during. Her eyes refused to meet him, instead wandering the lines of his chest and abdomen before being joined in their meandering by tender hands that sent electric chills over his olive skin as she traced his lines and sent goosebumps rippling across as he breathed a pleasured shiver.

Then, she’d pulled him closer and he gasped a little with the suddenness of the action but the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes told of the grin he wore. Obviously, he’d not found it gross and he wondered if she’d listened to him at all for all the words he’d said. “I’ve found nothing of you I’ve found any less than desirable,” he responded with a heated whisper, his low voice smoldering with passion as he continued, “I, Tiriaq, am your lover...As, for this moment, you, Cariss, are mine.” His claim was bold and absolute, punctuated by the heat of his cock spreading her lips and her needy push towards him.

It was nearly euphoric for him to feel just how eager she was to succumb to the temptations of his flesh; to hear the breaths that hitched and breathed out in that indulgently sweet tone she carried. He could feel her pulse in that swollen, excited flesh that so wrapped him in a warm, velvety welcome and the spike in her excitement as her hips rose up and planted him a little further in him. He’d growl a low moan at that, his glans throbbing excitedly in response as precum mingled with and thickened her own prodigious fluids. Every ounce of will in him went into not immediately spearing her where she laid and making good on his previous assertion.

A hard kiss was met with equal ardor, making it all the more difficult for him to stop himself as his hips slowly ground and gyrated, stirring her entrance with his cock’s broad head as he moaned back against her lips. As she whispered to him, her lips tantalizingly sweeping over his own he responded only with, “I don’t believe that we did…” He sure as fuck knew they hadn’t, though, knowing full well the spirits within them wouldn’t have bothered with something they would consider to be a triviality. Besides, they yearned for the flesh and nothing more. Much in that way, Cariss and Tiriaq mirrored their spiritual counterparts more than they might’ve hoped.

However, Cariss made it incredibly clear that she didn’t truly want the protection she asked about as her hips rose further, sinking a couple of inches of his thick shaft into her and he moaned at the hot cling of sodden flesh against his rigidness. His gyrations shifted, pushing another inch in before reversing fluidly back, dragging the ridge of his crown against her g-spot with the shift of his hips. “Fuuuuuck…” she drew the word out of him as her hips rocked back, leaving those inches bereft of her warmth and craving it fiercely. Her tease would prove to be far more efficacious than she might have anticipated as the fingers of one hand dug into and bunched up the sheets above her head. His verdant eyes burned for her, and only her, filled to overflowing with a primal urge that demanded satisfaction soon to be granted.

He’d kiss her fervently as his eyes closed, toking upon her upper lip as the muscles of his abs tightened and shifted before his hips snapped forward, plunging every inch of his throbbing shaft into her within the second he started the dive. His groin would slap firmly against her, the globes in his sack striking the slope of her ass once he was fully hilted. His lips would part from hers and a deep, satisfied groan of pleasure would signify his delight to be within her, accompanied by a shiver that ran along his spine. His eyes would slowly open before bringing his gaze to bear upon her again. For every moment they weren't kissing, his eyes would stay trained on her, drinking her in and reveling in the beauty she exuded and what lay within those gray pools of hers.

One arm held him aloft as the other brought his hand to sensually caress her jaw with his fingers, beckoning her closer as he brought his lips to meet hers once again. A roll of his lower body would draw him halfway out in a swift, fluid deftness before he plunged back into her with a little more deliberation in his movement. Quickly, the pace of his heart pulsed within her as he subtly shifted position to pull himself from her at a sharper angle, drawing the slight curve of his cock to a more pleasurable path.

“It feels so fucking good inside you,” he’d praise her with quiet intensity as his lips hovered just over hers to allow him to draw in a deep breath. As he spoke it, he thrust back into her while he gripped the sheets tighter. His strong fingers dove into the mess of dark locks that framed her face and traced around to the back of her head before tangling into the threads thereof with a firm grip. For the time, he managed a steady, controlled rhythm to tease out how she was feeling with him inside of her before he decided on how best to truly let loose and bring them both to the next peak.
 
Fuck yes they were lovers. Fuck buddies. Two people that fucked. She even opened her mouth to smart at him again, tell him how cheesy he sounded, but the only thing that came out was a desperate moan and a hiss as her nostrils flared and she exhaled. Despite the fact that she felt the echoing protests from her body as her only reminder of the acrobatics they had no doubt played at the night before, her cunt accepted every inch of him as he grew tired of her little tease and thrust forward.

She was so fucking worked up, he would meet no resistance from her. No matter that she still clung around him like a tight, hot, wet glove that squeezed, her own pulse racing between her legs, trying to match the pulse of his groin in turn.

“We didn’t,” she conceded, her voice pitched like a whine, her breath panting as she wiggled underneath him, bumped her pelvis up until her slick arousal smeared against his. Then she ground against him, adding friction externally as she felt him root in deep, filling her up. And she wanted more. Wanted him deeper than that. Even though he was balls deep and big enough that she ached with his size that stretched her out, though the blind, desperate need of her lust engorged her enough that she accepted all of him.

There really wasn’t anything like skin on skin contact.

Cariss couldn’t seem to get enough. He made her buck and moan as he slid his length against her inner nerves, grazing against the deeper patch of nerves that brought about a more intense ache in an almost exacerbated way, given that just a few minutes ago he’d worked her g-spot with his fingers with enough intensity that.

Well.

The evidence was still on the dampness she had left behind on his skin. Not that she minded as she tossed her body against his, nipples rubbing against the firm flatness of his pectoral muscles as her fingertips wrapped around his torso and dug into the muscles of his back.

Her lips couldn’t decide if they wanted to cling to his as he kissed her or if they wanted to part even more and let her teeth sink into his skin. She went with both, mouth parting, dragging against the play of his own lips and taking his lower lip between her teeth to roll and suckle while he took her plush upper lip. The hum of her moans were smothered between them until he pulled back and she kicked her head back with a needy noise as he dragged back, thrust in again.

Too slow. She wanted him to fuck her.

Grey eyes opened, focused on his own bright eyes, her own darkened to charcoal from lust. Baring her teeth at him, she bucked her hips up and gyrated, feeling him move inside her. “If it feels so fucking good,” she groaned at him, “then fuck me. Please,” she bit out, eyes boring into his face.

Was that a flash of green that slid into the grey?

Only it was gone before it was really there, though the lingering animal necessity of her need was carved fully into the expression on her face.
 
Gods, with how she squeezed around him so greedily it was a wonder he didn’t succumb at that moment. ’We didn’t.’ Her concession to him sent a shiver up his spine and then another as she left further evidence of her need at the base of his own, throbbing arousal. He pressed against her as she gyrated into him, the very tip of him pressing a little firmer into her deepest parts. Cariss seemed to forget the embarrassment she had felt only moments ago as she threw herself against him. He’d press the firm planes of his chest against her pebbled nipples while his smooth, warm skin caressed hers as his back tensed with anticipation when she dug her fingers in. Every new sensation provided an opportunity for another craving to develop, and Tiriaq was sure he’d be addicted to her before the day’s end.

Fuck.

Her teeth on his lips elicited a half-moan, half-growl from him as he slipped the tip of his tongue over the plush, pink curve, tracing it and tasting her as his voice intermingled with hers. His fingers tightened in her hair as her head pulled back, his green hues burning as he watched the amorous avarice playing over her face before her eyes opened, dark with desire as his smoldered with the same. His heart drummed a rhythm against the humid walls that clamped his engorged shaft, quickening with her words as he listened to that singular desire she voiced. As directly as she’d put it, he could have been the most level-headed, resolute, pious man on the face of the planet and it wouldn’t have mattered— he’d have obeyed.

A flash of green, perhaps or perhaps not, was met with an equally brief golden glow that hardly surpassed quiescence.

Such primal carnality spread through him like fire and he was all too eager to ignite for her. His back would ripple, sinuous cords pulling and tightening to draw his crown rapidly back to her entrance. Hips rolled and thrust forward to sink him back to her deepest depths with the satisfying sound of flesh striking flesh. His skin heated as he held his against hers, feeling not one, but several manifestations of his lust for her. Ecstatic spasms in his cock rubbed deliciously against her walls as the slow, steady flow of precum intermingled with her own fluids. This time, there was no hesitancy in his speed nor the power he delivered. His body turned into an engine for their pleasure as the bed beneath her began to rock, wood groaning in protest from the force and fervor he exhibited. The wooden headboard began to knock against the wall, adding to the cacophony of sexual deviancy building within the room.

He’d unabashedly groan his delight as his fingers would further tighten in her hair and pull her head back, exposing her neck for his face to dive in. He’d assault the delicate slope with gnashing teeth and ardent lips, alternating between the two as his mouth started near her shoulder and trailed halfway up her neck. His tongue would trace the path of her vein, leaving a trail of his hot breath on her skin as he flicked her earlobe with the tip. Every time his hips struck hers, there would be a jolt that surged through her body from the sheer ferocity put behind each. She wanted to be fucked, right? Well, she was certainly going to get it. With her earlobe pulling into his mouth, he'd suckle and nibble upon it as he heatedly moaned, "Cariss," directly into her ear.
 
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