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A Primative Frost (Arctic Fox & Lonegladius)

Arctic Fox

Arctic Fox

Super-Earth
Joined
Sep 21, 2012
prologue

How long ago one could walk freely on Earth, feel the warmth of sunlight on your face or beach sand underfoot. However those days are now long gone. Over population has reduced many to near slave labor to those that controlled the food markets, crime became rampant. Soon it became convienient to biofreeze the down trodden, the criminals, and if you paid enough any enemy. Indefinitely stored they did not need to be fed. after nearly a century more people were biofroze than were living it seemed. Finally the World counsel realized that even that solution would not work, energy had to be used to store them, energy that could be used elsewhere. After discussions it was agreed that thier best bet, best option, was to send them off planet. By this time Earth had managed to populate the Moon and Mars, as well as a few nearby colonies, but not out of the solar system. They did locate several planets that could possibly harbor needed atmosphere and habitat for life to thrive. Immediately several interstellar spacecraft were constructed. Programmers put in abilities on board the ships main CPU and into many robounits on how to awaken the biocylinders, to monitor and alter things as needed to ensure thier safety. Even though many were some of Earths worst criminals. Murderers, rapists, drug dealers, prostitutes, embezzlers, poisoners, pedophiles, gangers, down to those just unlucky enough to be homeless or unable to bribe officials to not be frozen by a powerful enemy. Time spent travelling any diseases would be cured, any imperfection fixed such as an amputated limb. All fixed by the ship. Each ship held nearly 10,000 biocylinders, enough to ensure a wide varied genetic pool and survival.

This ship on its journey encountered much over centuries including a meteor swarm that punctured its hull and killed nearly 1000 prisoners. Eventually repaired it scavenged a safety sub routine. As a result many probrams became scrambled, garbled, or rewritten incorrectly. The result was it began to tamper with prisoners at random. Some given augmentations some subjected to mental implants making them more agressive or more docile. A few even died. The ship was to land on a planet that was known to be fairly warm, the entire group would be addressed, then with certain devices to build a village they could rebuild human civilizaton. unfortunately that did not occur. the damage it recieved over its travel it was unable to land safely. The biocylinders in packs of 8 (4 men, 4 women) were shot out in groups of 2-3 then after another distance it did it again, spiralling about the planet it was on as its last major fuel was being spent. Each 8 pack had a pack with meager rations and such things as a large communal tent. The planet however was not warm and sunny, it was more like Earth in its last ice age to those that soon woke. Prior to being jettisoned from the ship each male was induced with several medical shots, this was to ensure thier first priority would be to want to mate. a precaution to hopefully jumpstart the human race again, to make women pregnant. Women were given shots to ensure that thier bodies would be healthy for child birth, to stimulate thier bodies.

This octet that landed, thier cylinders fell apart and soon they began reviving. unfortunately 3 were damaged and thier occupants dead from impact trauma (2 women and a male were dead). At the base of each cylinder were the clothes they were wearing when they were processed, now centuries out of style, but for the moment they all wore simple blue grey tunics and elastic loose pants and simple slip on shoes. Against the side of a small hill thier packages landed, heavily forested, though the trees looked as if covered in a blue glass covering, A bit lower a ground ice fog covered much. The ground was patchy in both snow, ice, and mud...and now debris.
 
It was cold, that was the first thing that Eric felt. Cold and a general feeling of being horny. He had to laugh at that but soon enough the laughing was cut off from the pain in his side. Looking left and right he found himself in a metallic cylinder, a cold one at that. Pushing against the glass he found it didn't give easily. "What the heck..." He muttered as he pushed again starting to feel a bit trapped. The hatch finally broke free, an inch. Eric brought his hand back to his head rubbing a dull pain before he threaded his fingers through his short blonde hair. His turquoise eyes scanned the area finding a hilly terrain blanketed but thick trees with strange blue leaves.

"What in the... where am I?" He said slowly as he moved his arms to the restraints unlocking them slowly before his upper body was free. When his legs were free he bent his legs at the knees and started to press harder against the door before he kicked out with more force. The hatch gave again, a little bit more before he kicked out again forcing it off it's holding pins and falling forward. The heavy crunch of the metallic door on the ground reverberated through the area and all Eric could think of was the sense of smug satisfaction at his accomplishment, if only some girl had been around to see his skillful mastery of the situation. His eyebrows scrunched as he looked around trying to figure out why he was feeling this way given his current predicament. Looking down he found himself in a blue grey tunic with matching pants and simple shoes that didn't look like they'd serve in the this environment long.
 
Mariahs biocylinder was slightly cracked, the planets cold air seeped in waking her slightly. She remembered her last thought before being sedated for the 'tubes'. She and her brother had been arrested for drug running...well him for running, her for making it. Thier parents died when she was still very young. To support them both her brother hooked up with a local cartel. Not able to run like her brother thier boss put her in care of one of his cooks. At his side she learned the craft, and learned well. Still With a well placed bribe a rival drug cartel attacked and only a few survived, she was one and put in a biocylinder. By now she had stood on her own feet, she never did her own drugs, she bore no tattooes or marks beyond a few small burn marks.
Her sand brown eyes fluttered open, in the blue hues they nearly looked like liguid gold. She was hurting a bit, her body wrenched by the impact. Still she was moving, that was a good sign. Her slender but strong hands she placed on the front of the tube and began shoving at it. After 3-4 tries it opened enough she could slither out.
Halfway out she felt a huge hand grab her by her long, thick raven hair. A sharp tug nearly pulled it from her skull, but left her a bit unbalanced. in a few moments on her knees she stood before a tall man with greasy looking dreadlocks. Her own hands went to try and pry her hair loose as she gave a cry of pain. The man had his pants down just past his thighs, his johnson hanging out. He was hard and ready, that was obvious. "Get to suckin', bitch" she heard in a fairly gutteral voice. She felt his other hand begining to grope at her shirt to rip it off of her.
Mariah growled as she pulled something up from the ground, a piece of debris. Coming up to one knee she swung it, catching him at the knee. It tripped him up. Falling over to one side yowling in pain, he let go of her hair. "Go fuck yourself, Asshole" she said bringing the twisted restraint bar up again to hit him again if she had too. Stepping back she looked about. Off a bit there was a blonde woman, with a man on top of her going at it like ferrets on grind*. As she breathed heavy she could feel her own body felt different, she just was not sure how. Even more curious was where were they all, it sure as hell did not look like the Alamosa biocylinder detention center in New Mexico.

*Grind: last known chemical designer drug of choice by users
 
Eric moved out from the cylinder crash site after switching out his slippers for the dark brown shoes he'd found stowed at the bottom of his cylinder. Besides that the search had netted him the black jacket, off orange shirt and dark slacks that he'd been wearing at the heist. It felt so long ago and all he could remember now was someone named Jimmy shouting that the cops were there and an overall feeling of shock and betrayal. It didn't help him out here much so he put his past from his mind. After his search he'd spotted what appeared to be marks of other landings though it was hard to tell from the distance and so feeling the forest would make better cover anyhow he'd moved out.

The change of shoes was good and the socks and extra layer allowed some warmth and comfort as he moved across the terrain. His head felt like it had been given a solid couple of shakes that he figured was from the crash but other than that he felt alright, cept for the horniness. His cock had decided to remain permanently hard it seemed and it made walking a strange awkward affair. He really wanted to fuck but there wasn't a chick to be seen so he figured if worse came to worse he'd just find a quiet spot and do as nature seemed to be demanding of him. Approaching the small hill he tucked his hands in the jackets pockets keeping it close to him as he saw what appeared to be a pack made of the same material as the cylinder. A small smile formed on his lips as he attempted to beat back the cold. Off in the distance however he swore he heard something, like a struggle from the .... well from his right.

His eyes tracked for any sign of movement but he couldn't see much. Crouching down near the pack he started to try opening it when he heard another sound, it was oddly familiar in a way but he couldn't place it. Standing up he grabbed the pack finding a strap to sling over his shoulder as he looked towards the source. Hoping it may be another survivor, a woman one at that he set off hoping that it would at least be someone who could help him figure out what the hell was going on here.
 
In the slight chilling wind Mariah brought the piece of metal up like a bat. Her would be rapist getting up. Made a running tackle at her. Mariah growled and hit him 2 to 3 more times as he landed on top of her. She kicked him in his jimmied and then hit him in the throat making him slide off of her. Staggering away she managed to get to her feet, the tackle nearly took her breath away, it did make her rib hurt. "You want to die today Asshole....I'll arrange it" it only slightly occured to her what was 'wrong' with her body, somehow her breasts were larger than when she went into the tubes. Not ginormous, but compared to the b cup she was, she now atleast had double d's.
 
Mounting the hill Eric saw the trouble. Two people were fighting and the other's were.... fucking? He looked on for a moment trying to figure things out before his eyes returned once more to the other woman in trouble. His cock urged him to mount the one who'd already been stripped and take her in the ass but as the bag thudded against his side he ignored the urge.

"Hey stop!" He shouted towards the man with his cock hanging out near the other woman who held a piece of metal. The man with the dreadlocks didn't seem completely out of trying to grab her yet and so Eric raced forward trying to figure out what the deal was. AS he did however and grew close to the other woman his cock throbbed in his slacks and he wanted to strip her clothes off and fuck her right there as she looked over her body seemingly confused about something.
 
Mariah growled at the man even as she backed away from him "Fucking rapist" she spat at the man. It was odd though, something was going on. All of a sudden they're free...Noone who went into the tubes ever came out. How much time passed? she didn't know. Her body was messed with...probably some perverted med-tech getting his jollies. Now she was friggin' freezing to death now, the cold making her nipples more prevelent through the cheap ass material. She could see her own breath. She glances at the others going at it. Atleast for the woman she ...actually didn't seem to mind getting humped by some jerk with bad hygiene. There was a spark in the back of her mind telling her not to fight, but this guy just really was not her type...this guy she thought would not be anyones type...maybe thats why hes a rapist. She kicked the side of his head ...hard. She didn't see anyone else off the bat. She looked about, as far as she knew they dropped them all in the Himalayas, then she noticed something odd, very odd indeed. She didn't see her would be rapist through a piece of metal at her....clocking her upside the head.
 
When the man persisted Eric unslung his pack and raced down on the two. "Get off her dickhead!" He shouted at the man with dreadlocks after he watched him smack the girl upside the head with a piece of metal. She was his... He shook his head as he stormed in covering the cold ground as he kicked out against the man's back leg. Dreadlocks howled in pain and then Eric had to back off avoiding the swing of his weapon. The man snarled back at Eric but the confidence man didn't back off completely. Bringing his foot up hard he kicked the man square in the face. As the man fell he shouted down at him as he quickly crouched down pressing his knee hard against his stomach as he popped the man's nose hard with a clenched fist. Blood scattered over the cold ground and he punched again forcing the metal piece from the man's grip.

But he didn't stop punching and only when the man's face was battered and bruised did Eric stand up breathing heavily and turned towards the girl. Despite his rage and anger he felt the feel to mate again, to ensure he would not be the one left out in the cold. His eyes turned from the beaten man to the couple still copulating hard and then to the girl as she lay. He moved over to her with the metal piece in hand and nudged her trying to wake her up.

"Hey, get up we need to get going." He said though his eyes traveled down looking at how her tight shirt clung to her large breasts that seemed full to bursting. Swallowing he almost grabbed hold of them as he felt his cock throb in his pants before he nudged her again. Survival first. "Come on lady." He said and looked back at Dreadlocks noting that the man wouldn't be getting up anytime soon.
 
As the man with dreadlocks was getting his ass beat Mariah started to stir awake. As she felt the prodding her eyes fluttered open again. now instead of the man with the rats nest for hair, there was another, just as tall and apparently just as 'erect' as the other one. She heard '...get going' and another nudge and 'come on, lady'. Her mind a bit addled she again grabbed the metal bar she had before and swung it wide at him "GET AWAY FROM ME!" she both yelled and growled, making her full lips look pouty. She moved quickly to regain her footing. Her swing was wide and overblown and easily dodged. A fire could be seen in her eyes, this one had a temper and would not just roll over and submit.

Strange thing was Eric could just about swear he could smell her, she was like a rare orchid in full bloom, or in this case maybe a thorny rose or poison ivy....dangerous if not handled right. It was like a scent of lust. If his best friend was already wanting a woman his brain was telling him 'this woman'. Now what to do in a strange place, with a female in heat who does not seem to want you but that you want?
 
Eric looked at her and blinked his eyes slowly as she stood there. He saw the fire in her eyes and the metal bar that he'd just evaded. He knew could not just simply mount as much as he wanted to. He kept his tongue from slipping out for a moment as he felt his loins hunger for her. The scent of her body was not lost on him and his eyes remained fixed on her as he looked at the those pouty lips that begged to be kissed and bit.

"Listen I'm.. I'm not here to harm you in fact I just put that bastard down before he could get what he wanted while you were passed out so many you should stop swinging that at me and listen for a damn minute." He told her with a hard edged to his voice as he watched her prepared for another strike. His nostrils flared smelling the scent of her sex despite the situation and he knew his cock wanted him to try to jump her right then and there. "I'm Eric and as I was saying before you tried to gouge me for saving your ass we should go or at least stop trying to kill each other." He said as he looked down at the dreadlocks man.

"You're not helping yourself trying to stab me. We can help each other and figure out what the hell is wrong with us, I mean where we are." He said realizing he should probably have said the later first.
 
"I am not going down easy!" it was obvious she was not going to listen as she still held the metal bar like a bad. "What did they do to us?!" she wanted to know "Where are we?!" she said looking at the man dressed in civilian clothes. She moved slightly for a better position. Like a tigress she was searching for the right moment to pounce. She could smell the sex in the air, lust as well. Still having fended off men most of her life she believed she could control her hormones better than the other woman in the snow rutting. Bully for her, she would not fuck a man just because he wanted it. Not if she had any say about it... and right now she did and had the bar to help back it up.


ooc: Lonegladius.... remember 'Aggressive'. Going 'Hi, I'm Eric' is not aggressive.
 
(I know just trying to handle the situation before she stabs him.)

"Shut up and listen to me. Lower that bar or I'll do it myself." Eric said in frustration. "And.. all we know is that it's not our prison cell so you need to calm down before you do something stupid." He told her looking her dead in the eyes and being ready if she tried to do anything stupid. He would not hesitate longer to grab the bar if she persisted like this.

Fighting wasn't generally his style but if he had to he wasn't about to let it come between his survival and likely more once this girl calmed down. He had saved her and that made her his by default, course he had to survive the encounter to get to that point.
 
"I am not some fuck toy or whore!" She swung the bar full force like a baseball bat. She could not help her temper, in a way it made her ...sexier, like a forbidden fruit. She growled like a tigress at him. Her long dark hair moved wildly about her, making her look more feral, but as she moved the thin top slid upwards now and then revealing her slim waist and the beginnings of her wide feminine hips, all well toned. her light caramel skinglistening slightly from the exhertion. as she circled the dredlocked man began to stir again...until as she approached she kicked him in the jaw. in the distance she could not see but could hear the other man finishing his punishing task on the blonde woman.

ooc: that is what I am looking foryou want her you better atleast try and let her know who's boss.
 
That was it. When she swung the bat at him once more Eric made up his decision that she was going to have to pay for it. She was acting irrationally as she moved like a predator sizing him up. Her dark hair fell around her giving her a sense of a wild and untamed beast and as her top slid upward he saw more of her skin and those hips. 'Those look like good birthing hips' He thought as he watched her move about. Dreadlocks was moving again and he saw his chance.

Moving swiftly even as the other man seemed to be on his finishing strokes with the blonde he watched as the dark haired girl smacked the downed man with a strong kick to the jaw and then he was on top of her. Barreling forth he tacked the girl to the ground focusing on getting her arms locked up above her head and smashing the one holding the bar down to dislodge it. His chest ran against her breasts in her simple prisoner outfit but he also felt her wet skin against him while his hard cock rubbed at her hips.

"You're going to stop and listen to me now before anything else you deaf broad. He said as he looked at her eyes. He saw the wild unflinching fire in them and he felt the drugs in his system working again. His cock throbbed with animal lust as his body rubbed against her and after he gave her hand holding the bar one more smack his other hand moved down pulling up her top quickly as he grabbed a hand full of her breast and rubbed his cock harder against her crotch area while trying to put his right foot in between her legs. He would have this female no matter how she struggled. She was in heat and he had to give her his seed and make sure no matter what his line survived.
 
Mariah felt the man tackling her, using his momentum they both rolled over the dredlocked man and through the mix of slush and mud.and then a few more times before he broke the rolling pinning her. As he kept trying to pin down her flailing arms She tried to bring her knee up to get him in the groin. The fact he was right on top of her prevented that dirty move though. This male on top of her was probably one of the largest humans she had ever seen. As he rubbed against her she could feel the hardness of his chest, it sure as hell was not body armor. The man looked like a modern remake of a viking warrior. She could smell him even more now, the tube scent clearing away, no longer smelling like liquid nitrogen and disinfectant...which they all fairly smelled like on some level. The man was strong too. Still she was not just going to spread her legs because some male was on top of her. There was a brain cell in side her mind that understood she was to become a mother in this new land, but if she was going to be so she was going to have a man that was the best, the cream of the crop. One that would fight off other men to keep her, to see that his genes would carry on. A tiger to her tigress. Her breasts moved naturally, what was done to her was not some common silicone implant. As he rubbed against her, her shirt riding up even more, the lower swells of her breasts now exposed, her nipples could be felt hard and wanting through the material. Like everyone there was no underclothes, no bras, no underwear. She growled as his cock was rubbed against her thigh. Compared to how and what she saw of the other mans.... he was not only larger in length, but in thickness as well.
Still being held to the ground the bar had slipped from her hands, but it could easily be seen she was still going to put up a fight as her flexed her fingers like claws, a few catching his hands. her legs still flailing in protest slightly she gave another growl, this one low and deep. It was close to his throat and ear. What happened next though was a surprise even to her. She had managed to get his face close to hers as she growled. Suddenly her tongue, smooth and warm was felt along his rough skin of he neck and jaw. Followed by a bite to his ear, hard and painful. A bit of blood came from her bite, its iron taste a bit like sweet nectar. Yes she wanted him, but if he wanted her...he best learn to fight for her, and even fight her.
 
Eric tumbled and fought with her on the ground. His jacket ripped in the process and mud coated his legs and arms as he fought. Looking at her he could feel the fight still in her and he didn't let up. Frustration over her behavior and the situation boiled out of him as he snarled back to her as they struggled and he fought every inch. She wasn't going to give up easily and that brought a smile to him when he gained the small victories here and there.

When her breast were revealed a low growl poured from his mouth before he pressed down on her again feeling part of her mind start to yearn for him as she continued to fight him. When he moved his length against her thigh he could feel his cock throbbing at the anticipated meal it was about to take. He heard the bar slip and clank in the muddy ground while she still fought him.

"Fuck!" He grolwed out when she caught his hands and bucked at him but his left hand moved down quickly pulling down her prison suit and finding what he wanted. A thin sheen of arousal was barely detectable in his heightened state before he felt her move for his throat. Moving his hand back he tried to stop her movement before he felt her tongue moving out across the underside of his neck and jaw. For a moment he almost wanted to stop as his human nature took over and then the bitch bit his ear. Howling he felt blood leave him as he growled and then pushed his own head against her in an awkward head butt to knock her back down to the mud.

Looking at her with a feral lining to his eyes he ripped harder at her pants exposing more of her to him while he quickly ripped down his own exposing a bit fat cock. He was easily nine inches and it felt as if he'd grown. He didn't care about the enhancement and only remained focused on fucking this hot and unruly female and he ground his cock against her sex as he fought to control her hands and bite down possessively on her neck while still working to keep her pinned.
 
Mariah could not explain the arousal with in her..truth being she didn't care. Her brother had always made sure any boy or man interested in her disappeared. True she had dated a few, with close guards as her brother moved up ranks in the cartel. Nothing ever came of them though, her protective brother made sure. Result was she had yet to be deflowered. What she did know was this man had strength written all over him, alpha male. She could feel him getting even larger as he fought her. Answering her bite with a heavy tap to her forehead and a growl of his own. She felt his free hand running about her body, warm against her soft flesh. Pulling her clothing this way and that her body still squirmed at being touched, moving this way and that in both defense and reaction. Her eyes flared as she arched her back, taking a large breath of the nearly frozen air. In a low husky voice she whispered hotly into the ear she had bitten "Are you man enough to take me?" still she had worked a hand free from being pinned by one of his large hands. Immediately she brought it against a bicep, her short but strong fingernails digging firmly into his skin, leaving long welts of red on his arm. In moments though he had nearly ripped her top off of her exposing her breasts fully to him. A prize of being large and firm as well as erect already. It was easy to see her carmel skin was only slightly tanned and smooth beneath his rough large hands. As the tips of her nipples rubbed against his chest a deep inhale of a breath she took, exhaling another whisper "Only a man can tame me". If she would yield it would only be to a conqueror, a warrior. Her breathing became even heavier, huskier. She felt her self becoming wet, though if from anticipation or the wet and cold mud remained to be seen. As she felt the light pant material give beneath his hand as it sought to free her hips she let a calf begin to rub against his thigh. As they continued to fight and grope each other Mariahs most valued possession became apparent. With enough strength she managed to roll the man over to where she was atop him...for a few moments as momentum rolled her back under him again. Again her eyes flashed angrily at him, though it seemed to fit her. Some how it made her sexier
 
Eric and the female rolled as one. His cock rubbing against her sex as more of her skin was revealed to him. Her ripe breasts rubbed against him dragging her cold erect nipples against his skin at the spots where his shirt had been ripped by their movements. He gave her a primal grin when she dug into his skin. The pain was easy to ignore, in the back of his mind he swore it was just part of mating, part of taking a female who would buck and kick and bite you till she was filled with cock and then she'd bite you again after.

He could hear her breathing change as he tried to remain focus. When he felt her pussy getting wetter he gave a low guttaral growl. To her question he gave no answer besides his movements as he worked to pin the last hand. To her second comment it brought a rough smile to his lips. "And this man will do it. I'm going to fuck you to scream and then fuck you again. You're mine, no one elses." He growled in a voice that barely seemed as his own as he fought feeling her will had been re-energized when he exposed her flower to him.

He did not expect a former prisoner, one who'd been locked up for so long and likely injected with the same drugs as he was to fight this much. When he realized he wasn't like to get the hand digging into his bicep off he gave a grunt of annoyance and bit down on her left breast while he grabbed his cock and pushed it in against her nether lips as her eyes glared at him and she panted like a bitch in heat. The resistance was great against him and he nearly got his cock crushed when she tried to roll them again and then he thrust his hips forward with his hand for direction planting his cock inside of her lips and pushing harder to anchor himself inside of her less she try to buck him off and out. With a growl of satisfaction he bit her breast again and then her neck while her fingers cut deeper into his skin. The pain was refreshing and barely a match for the pleasure.
 
Mariah kept her hand grasped on his arm even as she watched him crane to her breast. She growled and hissed lowly as she felt the pleasing touch of his bites. As she felt the teeth piercing her flesh she became immediately more aroused, her nipples became more erect for his attention, as well as she felt herself slicken warmly. The calf she slid along his thigh she felt being crooked up in his large arm forcing her to spread her knees further apart, it came totally out of her pants leg. The warm tip of his johnson she felt teasing her. She could even feel it growing larger and harder, against her thighs she felt the large swelled tezzies. When it moved away from her as they thrashed upon the ground her own body followed, arching and writhing as if to an unheard song. "Can you make me scream?" she almost challenged him. She felt him almost entering her pussy, her eyes grew wide.
 
Eric growled back at her accepting the challenge as he felt her body moving against his. He could feel her racing heartbeat through her breast as the large breasts rubbed up against him and then he felt her leg rubbing harder against his thigh as he held her legs opening as he fought against her. She was getting wetter by the moment and as they struggled he caught some mud on his neck before he thrust his body forward again impaling his cock in her tight little pussy. He felt the warmth of her sex as he pushed against the incredible tightness and then he shoved his hips closer grinding his enlarged balls against her leg.

The primal side of him wanted to keep thrusting and he gave in quickly before he felt a barrier. He didn't even pause to think of the significance and instead bit down on her nipple harder enjoying the warm skin where it peaked out from ripped cloth and mud. He thrust in again breaking through her hymen and claiming her body with his cock even as he felt himself grow larger practically within her body as he slammed forward working to pin her down in the cold muddy ground to stop her from squirming even thoguh he kind of liked how it felt when she struggled and he fucked her hard.
 
She gave a hiss as he bit her sensative nipple. Achingly she arched for him, her limber form accepting him as he suddenly forced himself into her wet folds. Only for a moment did he seem to slow his assault. A sudden wince of pain came with another hiss and a snarl. Her free hand snaked its way to the back of his neck and her strong slender fingers tangled in his hair. In the back of her mouth she could taste the iron sensation that came with blood. Massaging his scalp she kept him close to her. HIs cock now deep with in her she could feel how wet she truly was, allowing him to go deeper into her. She could still feel him growing tighter and longer with each vibrant push into her. Each stroke moving like velvet sandpaper over each nerve with in her. Making her writhe and twist beneath him. She could feel his large rough hands running freely over her body.
Preoccupied so she did not realize there was another man nearby, the one who had been atop the blond only a few dozen feet away. he grabbed her hand that had been in her lovers hair, twisting it he used the fact she was...pinned, he then grabbed her other hand allowing him to use both his without fear of her scratching or hitting him. With a leering grin he watched to see what they woud do. Mariah growled at being restrained so. Her eyes flashed angrily as she could see the new males cock only a few inches above her, dangling yet becoming more erect by the moment. She heard that man voice "Fuck this bitch hard.....Shit! she was a virgin!?! he silently cursed his luck. Still he knew when it was his chance she would be tight on his cock, not like the blonde who was obviously not a virgin. Pinning her hands underhis knees he began to stroke himself to make him harder.
 
Eric was finally enjoying the fruits of his labor. His cock pushed deeper inside his female's wet cunt even as he felt the warm trickle of her virgin blood coating his cock. When he felt her hand moving over his neck holding him there and tangling her fingers in his hair he had thoroughly enjoyed the euphoric joy of conquest mixed with her continued demand for his cock. Hearing her hiss and feeling her press her body against him as his hands explored her bountiful tits he had not seen the other man come up who had not seemed to have been satisfied with the blonde.

Seeing the man grab his female's arms and lock them down his eyes looked up at the man and he felt a tingle of rage trickle up his spine that he would touch his mate in the middle of their rutting. Eric's hand searched on the ground for a rock after leaving his mate's bouncing breast. Looking at the man as he continued to fuck her he glared at him intently. "If you're looking for something to do go get some fucking wood you dumbass or grab that blonde slut of yours. This one is mine." Eric snarled at the imbecile for even coming near him and the rage transferred into his pistoning hips as he filled her up with his cock. His fingers brushed the metal bar but he quickly pulled back not wanting to show his discovery off if the man grew a brain stem.
 
ooc: sorry was sick for a few days. had a reaction to a t-dap injection.

bic:
The man continued doing what he was doing, apparently pleasing himself. A glance revealed the blond had moved to where the man with dreadlocks was. She too still felt a need to mate and would take any man available, even if he was unconcious.
Mariah could not stop the man from keeping her pinned, being pinned herself. She wanted the man above her to keep filling her, stroking her. She writhed and bucked beneath him. Her lips were flushed with color and warmth. As her mate spoke she let her lips and tongue run over his warm skin along his neck and chest. She kept struggling to get her hands free. The toes on one foot teased along the back of his calf.
The man holding her hands down just grinned at the sight of Mariahs changing face, the thought of her giving him a blow job gave him a thrill. He started to reach for one of her breasts "She's got some nice titties, thats for sure. Need a couple of big ol' rings in them nipples. Keep 'em perked up for a man to enjoy" He managed to give one of her boobs a hard nipple twist as he smiled rather evilly.



ooc: others are nameless NPC's you can puppet them as you want.
 
Eric's eyes narrowed and his hand reached for the metal weapon. Improvised though it would be he knew it would do the job well enough. One warning was all that he was willing to give this man. He would have wished that he just walked away and fucked the blonde again or the guy for all he cared. He heard moaning from his side and barely spotted the blonde turning over the guy with dreadlocks and starting to suck on his cock as the man lay on the ground.

Growling in frustration he thrust once more hard into the woman he had chosen as his primary mate and then he pulled out as he grabbed the metal bar. Her virginal blood and her juices dripped off his cock as he slashed the man's shoulder with the bar. Blood flowed as skin and muscle were rent from the jagged piece that the girl he had been fucking had almost used to gut him. His eyes narrowed as the man shrieked and fell away back peddling as far as he could.

"Da fuck man?" He said as he tripped and fell backwards. Eric stood before him. There was no more warnings now. The man would either run and try to kill him later or he may show mercy and let him stay and he'd tried to kill him much closer. Moving forward he raised the metal bar preparing to bring it down hard right in the bastard's chest.
 
oocL sorry that shot I had a reaction to really screwed me up.

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As the man fell back and Mariahs hands were freed she felt a sudden emptiness as the man who had take n her virginity pulled out of her suddenly. She growled in anger at not being satisfied or sated. still her own hands covered and caressed herself, the mix of snow and mud covering her slightly.
She watched as the men fought. The blonde was servicing the dreadlocked man who only slightly stirred. Both men fighting were naked, she could see any true comparison. Stealthily she got to her feet, waiting to see how the fight would end. It seemed that her mate needed to put a beta in his place.
The man that had pinned Mariah and had been playing with himself was currently picking himself up out of the muck. He began puffing himself up as he faced the man with the bar. "Hey we only got two women! We all got needs man!" he tried to explain even while trying to figure a way to take the big man down.
 
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