loccent | run with wolves

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run with wolves | open post.

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Asil, The Moor
A very, very old wolf and a member of the Marrok's pack.

Jang Eun
Previously of Carmel Valley, sent to Aspen Creek by her former Alpha.

Jesse Hauptman
Daughter of the Alpha of the Columbia Basin Pack

Joshua Brennan
Burden-bound. A Sin-Eater paired with the ghost of a long-dead soldier.

PREMISE

All the stories are true. Years ago, the Fae came out because technology was making it harder and harder for them to hide, and it's been a couple of years since the werewolves did the same. The world is changing day by day. Humans and the paranormal live side by side, but it's not easy nor is it simple. While the Marrok has taken great lengths and care to preserve the werewolves' PR front, everyone - wolf, fae, vampire and other - know that it's only a matter of time before the humans start thinking that perhaps the other stories meant to warn of the dark are true.

This is an open post set in the universe of Patricia Briggs' Mercy Thompson series. The books are amazing and you should definitely check them out. More information via this Wiki link. The rules are simple: Drop a prompt, leave a tag, and let's play!

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[That he does not immediately try to flip them over again or protest pleases her immensely. It's evident from the expression on her face, which only deepens with pleasure as he sighs. Eun shifts ever so slightly, aware of her weight, aware of the pressure and friction between them.

And when he props himself up, as he tries to draw her closer, Eun allows him for the moment. His mouth finds her breast and she shudders against him with a low groan of approval.

But she does not surrender to what he offers as easily as she had in the kitchen.

Her hand finds his chest and pushes him down with intent, and Eun leans over him, skimming past his mouth and making her way to his throat. There, she kisses, but does not nip, and sucks over his beating pulse as her voice comes out rough and aroused.]

You had your chance in the kitchen. You got to touch and tease and make me moan for you. But you missed your window for anything more for the moment, and now it's my turn.

[And perhaps he will note that there is something in her tone to indicate that she does not mean to let this chance slip by. Her hands stroke down his chest and stomach as she tentatively scrapes her teeth over his skin, hips rolling gently against his in a way that is as much for her pleasure as it absolutely is for his.]

[ His back hits the mattress and he almost forgets to breathe. This is a different side to her. One he'd glimpsed briefly and not a moment more. His lips are dry with want, his breaths short when she rolls her hips and his own rise up to meet her rhythm.

When he blinks, and gold seeps into his irises, anticipation building eith each passing second. ]

Will you ride me, querida?

[ The words leave him like a caress and he lets his gaze rake appreciatively over her nakedness. ]

[They had been taking it slow, and so Eun had let him direct things, let him show her how far he was willing to go and had done nothing to escalate things. She had held back her need and her want, and she had held back the side of her that all too often was assertive. Dominant.

There is no reason to hold back now, and as her fingers play over the muscle of his chest, brushing past his nipples as well, she pulls back to look him in the eyes. The wolf rises in her gaze, and Eun's fingernails rake lightly over his skin.]

When I'm ready, I will.

[But first, she feels that turnabout is fair play. While Asil had enjoyed sampling the flesh and curves of her body, Eun hasn't done the same. Her mouth works its way down from his throat to his chest, kissing and sucking where she pleases, and teasing sensitive dips and lines of his abdomen with the tip of her tongue. She does not bother to hide her intentions, which is working her way lower down his body. Perhaps he might have enjoyed if she were to ride him through his underwear, but as Eun indulges in nipping at the soft skin of his side, she doesn't see the point in leaving that garment on any longer. After pressing a final kiss to his abdomen, just above the band of his clothing, she rises up once more to hook her fingers beneath. Lifting, tugging, she pulls the last of his clothing down and away, and lets her fingertips trail down the newly exposed skin at the crease of his thigh. It is not, perhaps, where he wants her hand at the moment, but Eun has a particular fondness for the sensitivity of that soft space and its proximity to things that draw her attention.

Her eyes lift to meet his once more, watching his face as her hand travels inward and gently encircles and strokes him.]

[ He has to fight back the hiss that threatens to passes his lips when Eun sets her mouth of his body. She'll feel him shift beneath her, not enough to dislodge her from where she sits, but enough for her to know that he's receptive to her ministrations.

Asil presses the back of his head back against the mattress, his knees drawing up to keep her settled across his hips only to move when she moves to do away with the last strip of clothing hiding him from her.

He is well on his way to hard and a sharp shudder moves through him when he feels her trace the vulnerable juncture of hip and thigh. He is muttering in low, short and breathless Spanish all the while - and when she finally lays her hand on him he finds his fingers curling tight around her flesh.

His eyes are bright gold - the wolf brought forth because of his rising lust. ]

[There is something to be said for reactions beyond sound and movement. Eun does not miss the way he shifts when she touches him, the sounds and breaths he takes, but it is the gold of his wolf that she finds she likes best of all. It spurs her onward, in as much as as she wants it to. He took his time with her, after all, and Eun has found it easier to control her own need and want by stoking the fires hotter in him.

She likes that she can reduce him to speaking to her in his native tongue.

Her hands touch him, and his find her body and grip tight. Eun makes a low pleased sound as she slowly turns him over in her hands. They're warm and smooth, and she is careful to treat him with the same care he showed her...

But perhaps she does not have quite his patience, of which he seems to have too much and not enough depending on the situation. Leaning forward, Eun presses a kiss to the other crease of his thigh, tongue flicking out barely just to tease him, steadily moving closer to where her hands stroke and tease him. With one she holds him upright, and tilts her head to the side so he can see her press her lips to that hard length. So he can watch as she carefully uses lips, tongue, and hints of suction to build him up to more intense foreplay. It would not normally be her style, perhaps, but the transition is not difficult as she's come to regard Asil not a brief, consenting partner, but a lover.]

It is a good thing that werewolves are long lived. I think it would take me a some time to even begin having my fill of pleasing you.

[ There's a low growl in his throat as she pleasures him, occasionally cut off by soft and labored whines. She is welcome to feel how he trembles with the effort to keep still beneath her grasp, and the deliberate tenderness of his touch as he runs his fingers through her hair in a bid to urge her on.

He had wondered with every kiss - and with each quip sent confidently his way - how her mouth might feel wrapped around his cock. Now he knows.

He barks out a breathless laugh at her remark and reaches over to graze his fingers along her temple, down her cheek and along the shell of her ear. ]

I think we can agree that we will have plenty of time to do precisely that.

[While Eun is appreciative of any sound that Asil makes, and the growls in his throat somehow seem to rumble low in her body as well, it is those plaintive whines, the ones she seems to almost have to startle from him, that she chases. This is her hunt, to not make him lose patience with however long she offers her attentions, but to be as affected by them as she has been by him. His trembling spurs her on, and Eun focuses entirely on using every bit of skill she has to bring him to the edge.

It would be a power move on her part to push him over the edge. To make him come because she has decided that she wants it that way. Tonight is not about power, however, and as the brush of his fingers bring a shiver down her spine, she remembers this. It is not about turns, or one-upping each other or competing. It is only winning if they do this together.

So while she enjoys the feel of him in her mouth and the way she has an effect on him, she draws him out slowly and drops a kiss to the tip. Her hands release him in favor of stroking his bare thighs, but she does not move away just yet.]

The question is, would it please you more to have me continue what I was doing, or to sit on top of you once more?

[There is warmth in her eyes as she asks, and as she waits for answers she teases him, flicking her tongue against the sensitive spots she's discovered earlier.]

Eun. [ Her name is a plea and a demand, as he pushes himself up to reach for her and tug back up towards him.

As much as her mouth and ministrations have prompted such delicious sensations to run through him, he misses her mouth on his and the opportunity to touch her more and finally know the feeling of her heat pressing down and around him. ]

[His response prompts a low, throaty chuckle from Eun as she allows him to pull her up his body once more. She greets him once more with a kiss, and pulls his hands to her body, having missed the touch of his hands on her breasts and waist. Eun nips at his upper lip lightly. She feels a little giddy inside, experiencing this all over again but with the added nuances that emotions bring to it. There is a connection there, and somehow it is more freeing than she ever would have imagined.

Her leg slips over his body again, and Eun cups his face in her hands as her hair falls like a curtain around them. Carefully, she settles her weight just above his hips, resting there and out of contact as she enjoys the feel of his mouth on hers once more.

When she speaks against his mouth, it's in quiet, intimate tones, breathy from their kisses.]

Tell me again that you want me, Asil.

[ She moves over him and he lets an arm come snug around her waist, the other coming to fill his palms with the warmth of her breast so he can trace his thumb around her nipple. He shifts his hips as she straddles him again, seeking the opportunity to rub his cock against the warmth between her legs only to find that she has settled higher on his body. He can feel her already slick for him. He's unable to help the sub-vocal growl deep in his chest as the scent of her lust spurs him on.

He nips at her mouth, catching Eun's bottom lip between his teeth. The wolf as impatient as he. ]

Mi amor. Do not tease, I need you, [ he croons, squeezing her breast just hard enough to get her to react before he slips his hand between their bodies to touch her and pleasure her again. ]

I have not slept a night since our breakfast without dreaming of what it would be like to have you like this.

[ His voice is husky with need and want. And she is welcome to hear the ring of truth in his words, the sincerity of his desire and his feelings. ]

Ride me, my love. Let me fill you.

Edited 2020-04-26 05:41 (UTC)

[It's warm in Asil's bedroom, but she hadn't realized how lacking in warmth she was until she felt his body under hers, or his arm wrapping around her. She groans as his hand palms her breast, as his thumb teases around the sensitive tip. She can feel him moving beneath her, seeking out the friction between their bodies, and laughs once more low in her throat. His reaction strokes her ego and she accepts the nip to her lips in payment for how she is teasing him.

Her back arches into his squeeze, but it's the way his hand slips between her legs like this that has her lifting up enough to grant him access. She squirms there with a moan of his name, hearing him give her exactly the answer she'd wanted and so much more.

Could she ever have trusted those words from another when she was human? She can't imagine it, and even if she couldn't hear the truth in his voice now, Eun would believe Asil. She rocks against his hand with needy sounds of her own, and reaches between her own legs, past his industrious fingers, to carefully grasp his cock once more. Holding it upright, she shifts her body down his body just enough to press the tip against her opening.]

I'll give you everything you want, mi alma. I've been fantasizing about this for weeks now...

[She is warm and slick with need, and Eun shifts her hand to his, to keep his fingers teasing her clit as she looks down at him. Braced with her other hand on his shoulder, Eun slowly sinks down the length of him, at last whimpering for him from how good it feels. She had missed this feeling of being filled, and he feels so very right inside her.

Her eyes shift as her wolf comes to the forefront once more, and Eun carefully shifts her hips from side to side, to make sure she's taken him as deeply as she can. With a shudder, she draws both of her hands over his chest, caressing him still.]

You look absolutely delicious beneath me.

[ A tight hiss passes his teeth as she presses around him, sheathing him in her heat.

It has been so, so long since he has been with anyone and that it is this woman, that it is Eun makes his general abstinence from the pleasures of the flesh all the more worth it.

He pushes himself up, mouth catching hers even as he moves his weight so that he is halfway sitting up. ] I live to please my love.

[ He's filling his hands with her breasts again and dipping his head to give one and the other the attention they so richly deserve. His touch is harder, testing her threshold for pleasure and pain and happy to focus his full attention on learning what she enjoys, and what might make her toes curl. ]

Tell me, Eun, [ he moves his mouth back up her throat now, thumbs playing over her nipples. ] Tell me what fantasies you dreamt up for us.

[ There is a promise in his words that the reality will most definitely be infinitely more satisfying. ]

[They fit so well together. They are so good together. She can't imagine why she had any concerns or misgivings in the car. There is no tension of trying to restrain themselves to add spice, but there is unbridled desire and need that sinks her deep into the moment.

He rises to meet her midway, and Eun leans down to kiss him, to claim his mouth once more as her own. Carefully, her hips rock forward, as he breaks the kiss, as his mouth finds her breasts once more. Eyes closing, she savors not just the pressure and heat, or the slickness of his mouth, but the tighter hold of his hands, the way he kneads them and makes her squeeze tighter around him.

She comes to rest her arms on his shoulders, enjoying his attention too much now to push him back again. When she is ready, she will ride him in earnest, but he does things to her that affect her so much more than she ever anticipated. Hips rocking against his, not lifting yet, she lifts her chin as his mouth finds her throat and he teases her nipples, stiff and straining for him.]

This, for one...me on top of you like this, riding you the way I love to do. [She opens her eyes then, looking down at him with confidence and a flushed face.] I had a dream one morning that I'd woken up to your mouth between my thighs and your fingers curled up tight inside me. That you didn't stop until I was screaming for you.

[Her eyes close again, imagining that one again briefly, and holding back how disappointed she'd been to wake for real and find it was a dream.]

I think about you taking me in your greenhouse in the middle of the day, pinning my wrists to the ground. Would you enjoy that? Having me beneath you among all your roses?

[ The images come so easily to mind, are so close to his own fantasies, that he wonders if something about her effect on him gave his thoughts away. But perhaps it is the chemistry between them, the sensual connection of their preferences and the meeting of minds - whatever the case, he purrs beneath her ear. ]

I would have you keening beneath me, querida. And yes, I can see you in my greenhouse, with the sun on your skin and your fingers threaded through mine as I taste you in every way.

[ His hands skim around her body, fingers splayed beneath her shoulder blades as he draws her close and catches her earlobe between his teeth. ]

I would have you in this bed or on my couch. I would have you leaning back against me as I part your legs that I might play your body like a guitar and bask in the sweet, sweet tones of your voice wrapped around my name.

Until you begged me to finally take you.

[ His voice drops on that last sentence and his hands have fallen to the fullness of her hips. ] Would you like that, mi amor?

[Eun shudders at his purr, as he speaks directly into her ear. It's sensual and erotic and she loves it far, far too much. She'd had every intention of riding him, of building up to that, but at the moment she cannot help but linger as his hands and words absolutely overwhelm her.

He pulls her closer, and she cannot help herself. She listens intently, breathing strained as he adds a fantasy of his own. It comes so, so very close to one she'd had as well. With a whimpering sound she rocks against him once more, unable to keep still for long when he is tight inside her heat and playing her hotter with words alone.]

I'd love that, because I thought of it too. Only when I thought about it, you were already inside me while your fingers played over me and your mouth sucked bruises to my neck. And...

[She rises up then, with just her hips. The length of his cock slips out partway before she sinks back down over him with a groan. Her lips find his ear, and she kisses there gently before adding:]

And you had me watch you touch me in front of a mirror.

[ The sound that leaves him is caught between a groan and a growl, the friction between them has his blood up. And he fills his hands with her buttocks to squeeze while teasing the rear tip of her entrance with his fingers.

He bites down on her shoulder, sucking on flesh and fully intent to leave her with marks to remember tonight by. He is speaking in Spanish again, promising her the world and more as he urges her to ride him in earnest. ]

You will be the ruin of me [ and he means every last word. Because he wants to fill her that way, to push his cock into her and tease her clit, mouth fastened onto her neck in an act that marks her as his. ]

[It is enough. Oh, is it ever enough. His reaction thrills her even more now that he is pressed inside her, and she bucks forward as his hands grasp her rear tightly. The brush of his fingertips makes her shudder again, but it's his teeth at her shoulder and the hard pressure of his mouth that kicks her into action.]

I will be the saving of you, mi amor.

[It is the last thing she says for the moment. Her hands move to his shoulders and she exerts enough pressure on them to push him back down to the bed. Back straightened, she braces herself on his body as her hips begin to move. She's slow to start, feeling out the length of him with her body, learning where she needs to shift and how to move...

But before long Eun is riding him as she promised she would. Her hips rise and fall with an ease she's never had before, and Eun revels in the gifts of her new life that allow her to do what she loves so well and so easily. He fits inside her perfectly, long enough but not too long, thick enough to stretch her in all of the right ways, and when she thrusts him deep inside once more it makes her groan aloud, so much louder than she's been before. Eyes closed, she works over him with single-minded purpose as her slick inner walls squeeze him within her over and over again.]

[ She is breathtaking. His breathing is shallow, his hands firm on her hips as she moves above him. The pressure builds with each pass and his lips part, throat dry and mouth hungry for her everything.

It's her groan that undoes him.

He had deliberately chosen to let her lead, too enamored with the newness of their dynamic and the idea that he might follow. But he can only take so much. He was not lying when he'd told her that she would be the ruin of him. But she too was correct when she countered that she would be his salvation.

Werewolf reflexes mean speed, strength. And he knows how to weild both with efficiency. She is under him from one breath to the next; his lips crushed against hers as he captures her wrists to pin both above her head so he can show her exactly how he means to love her.

There is nothing helpless about his lovely Eun. He likes that. He loves that she does not submit. Because it is a gift when she lets him touch her like this. That she confesses desires that echo his own.

He takes her with abandon, setting the pace hard and urgent as if it will be the death of him if he does not have her. Eventually, he lets her hands go in favor of letting his palms mold over the shape her body as if to say: you are mine, now.

He will push her to quivering, until she is shivering in his arms and scratching at his back while begging for release. ]

Edited 2020-04-26 07:54 (UTC)

[This movement is familiar. This interaction of him beneath her and her riding him is something she knows so well. Her body is well primed to find pleasure and completion like this, and it doesn't occur to her that before she can get there, he might decide to switch things up on them again.

One moment she is driving down against his hips with a sharp sound of pleasure to have him so deep--and the next she is falling, bodily moved from her perch on his hips to flat on her back beneath him. With her wrists pinned to the bed she arches up from it sharply, knees bending and legs rising up on either side of him as she shudders. Her chest rises and falls with labored breaths, eyes wide and dark but for the way her wolf stares out from them. His strength and speed is startling, and that he uses it with her in his bed for this purpose arouses her deeply.

She is wet and slick, and she cries out his name as he takes her the way she had imagined most all this time. It is rough and fast and satisfies the cravings she had during their breakfast, when she'd had to take herself outside into the cold air to calm down. Eun does not submit, but she surrenders willingly to the drive of his hips and the possessive touch of his hands that tell her she belongs to him now.

There is no argument, no quarrel from her with that. She is his, and as soon as her arms are free she wraps them around him as possessively to tell him the same. He is hers now, and her palms splay wide against his back as if she can hold that much more of him. Eun cries out his name as he continues, relentlessly pushing her on. Her fingers curl tight into his muscle before the tips of her nails find his skin. They dig tighter into him, too overwhelmed to even realize or worry about not hurting him, but not yet dragging down. Lips parted, she moans his name, urging him on with praise for how good he's making her feel.]

[ He can feel the way the shared heat of their bodies have made them slick against each other, and how her body yields beneath him as he drives himself deeper into her. His thrusts are shallow now, pushing her higher. His one hand fisted on the sheets whereas the other moves between them so his thumb and fingers have the pleasure of toying with her clit.

She is so wet, so hot, so tight around him, as their scents fill the room.

There is a gleam of satisfaction in his eyes as he notes her flushed skin, the flex of the taut muscles of her stomach. Bending low, he lets the tip of his tongue touch the stiff bud of her nipple and breathing over her skin. ] Cum for me, Eun.

[Eun writhes beneath him, unable to keep still. Her nails drag up his back as his clever fingers find their way between her legs once more. The stroking and teasing of her clit only adds to her pleasure, making her insensible. Legs pressing against the sheets, quivering on either side of him, her sounds grow less controlled, more plaintive. He knows just how to touch her, what angle to press inside her with, and how to drive her quickly to the edge with those short, hard thrusts.

She is lost in him, and when his lips find her nipple once more and he gives her a command, she cannot help but obey. The very act of telling her pushes her over, and she comes for him with a series of violent shudders and raw, uncontrolled cries of his name. Her inner walls spasm and clutch tightly around him as she grows slicker still, as she twists beneath him and claws at his back further. Eun's expression grows desperate and needy as she tries to use her legs to keep him pressed tight inside her and his fingers between their bodies, as her own climax consumes her.]

You too, please, Asil, come inside me--I need you.

[ She is so precious to him, his Eun. It is beautiful wanting her climax - the tightening of her inner walls prompting him to cover her body more fully with his own. He lets her draw him closer, rolls his hips to the urging of her legs even as he lets go, spilling inside of her with his own release.

He is kissing her mouth again: desperate and breathless, needy and full of tenderness as he gradually slows the mutual rocking of their bodies. ]

I am here, mi amor, I am here. [ When he touches her face, he brushes aside the tangled strands of her dark hair. As he rides the aftershocks of their lovemaking, Asil croons over her, murmuring in his native tongue the soothing reassurances that need no translation of his equal need for her. ]

[The only thing that feels more right than her pleasure at his hands, is his pleasure at hers. She's still shaking, still trembling when at last he finds his release inside her. Eun presses tighter to him with a pleased whimper, dragging him down even as he leans forward for her once more.

There is everything in that kiss. The aftermath of their arousal, the neediness for more than pleasure now, and a mess of emotions that are so new to her and so overwhelmingly right. She quivers and shakes as he moves still, only gradually slowing within her. Her eyes grow damp, somehow shaken and moved by how different this is as they slow.

Eun clutches at him, not crying, but deeply emotional as Asil strokes her and fusses over her, giving her all of the reassurance she did not know she would need when she'd opened her heart to him. Eun buries her face against the crook of his neck and lets out shuddering breaths as she tries to settle down after what they did together. She has no words, not yet, but neither has she the desire to speak when she could be reveling in the aftermath.]

[ She is trembling in his arms and a wave of complete and utter protectiveness washes over him as he threads his fingers through her hair and nuzzles her cheek.

He will not say anything yet. Instead, he rolls them onto their side and holds her to smooth a free hand down her arm and then up her back in a gesture of reassurance. If there is a knot in his throat, he can dwell on that later. For now, it is enough that they are tangled in each other's arms with his sheets in total disarray.

Hooking a leg on hers, he brings their bodies flush against each other again. Wolves, much like humans, need touch. But unlike humans, there is a deeply instinctive sense of comfort in the action; in proximity and curling up together for safety in the aftermath of a storm.

He will hold her until she lets him know if she prefers otherwise. But he hopes it comes later rather than sooner. ]

Edited 2020-04-26 09:07 (UTC)

[It wasn't until he called her his love and said that he was there as they came together that Eun felt the wave of emotion crash over her once more. Now that it has, it's stunned her to silence. She responds to the way he strokes her and nuzzles against her, returning the gestures in small ways. Her hands play over his skin as she nuzzles into his neck further, and yes, lets him roll them to their sides.

The movement earns him another soft moan, and Eun wiggles to press closer to him so that he doesn't slip out of her yet. Not too soon, not while she's still processing. Asil seems to have a solution for that, and Eun lets him rearrange them however is necessary to keep them close. Closing her eyes, she slowly gets her breathing back under control, and when the brunt of the emotions settles as well, she presses a kiss to his neck and sighs.

Everything feels raw and open, and she holds onto the man she's come to care so deeply for, trusting that he will continue to have her as she comes down. When she speaks, it's into his skin, eyes still closed as her arms wrap around him.]

That was intense at the end...

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