loccent | run with wolves

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verse: run with wolves

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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[ 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. ]

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[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...

It was.

[ He tightens his embrace briefly and presses his nose into her hair. He can pick up the notes of strong emotion from her scent, and that vulnerability is making his wolf alert to any potential threat.

But then he feels her arms around him, and it is enough to allow him to settle. ]

Are you... are you alright?

Mm.

[The noise is one of affirmation, and when she pulls her face away from him enough to meet his eyes, she leans in to press a kiss to his mouth.]

Yeah. I think all of the up and down from this evening caught up with me a bit.

[Leaning in, she presses another kiss to the corner of his mouth, then to his jawline, trying to reassure him that she is settling and fine. That they are good.]

Take it as a compliment, no one has made me feel like that or react that way before.

[ He almost says that it is not he who needs the reassurance, but the wolf stays his tongue. Her concern is freely given. She is precious to them.

He smiles and brushes a kiss to her forehead. ]

Your pleasure is my pleasure, Eun.

Your pleasure was definitely mine, also.

[Her head dips forward, and she kisses a spot where her nails had dragged over the tops of his shoulders. She is present, there in the moment and listening. But even calming after the initial emotional shock she felt, Eun feels as if her thoughts are a little too serious. It does not seem the moment to make a joke to lighten the mood, and she doesn't wish to dig into her own reactions while she is still processing.

So, after it has been silent a moment, Eun allows herself to run her hand down his arm, caressing him as she decides to take the conversation another route.]

Your wolf did not mind me flipping you the way I did?

[ He finds himself considering the shadows cast upon them both by the moon. Her song is a distant lullaby, tugging at his emotions now that they are a gentle mess of tangled limbs. ]

No. [ His voice is soft. They had not minded at all. The beast had acknowledged this chase and dance as play. An odd, if fitting conclusion to their first moon run in years. ] No, we welcomed it.

[ He turns his head towards her again and shuts his eyes briefly as he breathes the scent of her - of him on and around her - in.

Trailing a finger down her cheek at that. ] You were not frightened?

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[It pleases her to hear that not only had he and his wolf not minded, but that they had welcomed it. The news brings an easier smile to her face. She knew he had enjoyed it in the moment, but who knew what dominance hierarchy would or wouldn't come to the bedroom with them?

It pleases her more to think that she may yet be the cause of that expression on his face now. He seems peaceful, at the moment, and Eun finds it a little easy to sink into the quiet of the evening with him. Though, his question does prompt some confusion from her.]

What was there to be frightened of?

[ Of his wolf, he wants to say. Of their intensity. Caught in the moment, it had not occurred to him - but that has been the case whenever the beast rises from within him. And he has made it practice to consistently err on the side of caution.

But first, honesty: ] That I might hurt you. Or that perhaps I was too rough.

[ Werewolves are hardy creatures, yes. But since violence is already a large part of who they are. There are those who would prefer it stay out of the more intimate places in their lives. ]

[Eun is so absolutely baffled and bewildered by that response that it shocks a very clear, very incredulous laugh from her. There is no artifice in her reaction, nothing forced. More importantly, he will not catch a whiff of fear from her.]

Oh, no. Not even a little. On both counts. [Mirth bubbles up as she grins at him in the moonlight, giving her a burst of energy that has her pulling him closer to her once more. Her hand strokes over his hair as she watches his face, suddenly so at ease. A weight lifted off of her.] I am not frightened that you might hurt me, and you were definitely not too rough. You could get rougher and I would make it very clear how much I'd enjoy that.

[She strokes him and touches him still, hands running over him now as much for his pleasure and comfort as it is for her enjoyment. Her touches veer ever so slightly on the side of possessive, gently grasping, squeezing at him along the way.

But while it had seemed obvious to her that his fears were unfounded, it occurs to her that something might have prompted his worries anew.]

Were you worried about that because of how I was earlier? Because I can explain if you need me to...

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[ Her laughter is the last response he had expected. Perhaps, if he were younger, or if he had not gotten to know her more these last few weeks - he might have reacted differently. But her lack of fear around him (which is a thing that has made him seek out her company) and the relaxed posture of her body pressed so close to his own - it disarms him.

Impulsively, he reaches for Eun, desire stirring once more in his belly in response to her touch, her honesty - just, her. The kiss is not meant to stoke the fires of need again, though he would not be opposed to more. But kissing her... centers him. And perhapsnit is the moon and her song tonight, but he is too far beyond caring over throwing caution to the wind. ]

You must understand, Eun, [ he murmurs the words against her lips. ] I often frighten people - wolves and humans alike. No matter that they are drawn to me at the beginning.

But yes. It had crossed my mind. And frightening you is the last thing I wish to do.

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[Eun gladly goes to him as he pulls her in, meeting his lips with ease and interest. He is not the only one that had felt disarmed, and with it she had lost the last lingering tension from her earlier reaction. Eun kisses him in return with obvious interest, showing him through the gesture and the touch of her hands that he does not frighten her. That he pleases her, that she finds him lovely, and most of all that she trusts him. And when he speaks, her smile does not fade, but her mirth settles to a quieter understanding.]

I am a very good judge of character, mi amor. I recognize that you have the potential to terrify everyone around you if you choose to, or, as you say, if your control slips your grasp. [Cupping his cheek once more, she kisses him with more heat.] You scared me earlier in the woods today only because I did not know it was you. And tonight, you pleased me very, very much.

[Her fingers trail along the side of his face, obviously considering her words, and when they come they are offered lightly still.]

I wasn't scared of you, I was...unexpectedly overwhelmed by the force of what I felt at the end. By the more nuanced things that showed me how much I had let my guard down around you, and the emotions at the peak and the aftermath. But most of that has to do with me and none of it to do with fear.

[Eun's smile returns more certainly then as she presses a kiss to the corner of his mouth.]

I think if we were to put a more concentrated and less-rushed effort into making love you might find me similarly overwhelmed at the end. And on the flip side, I would be more than happy to talk to you about the ways I would enjoy you getting rougher with me.

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[ Later, when he has more time to dwell on things, he will reflect on this moment. But that is later and this is now.

His lashes lower for the span of a heartbeat, gaze on her skin as he lets his hands follow the slope of her shoulder and the valleys and curves that make up her form.

When he looks back up at her, there is a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. ] Then I would like to know more about what your tastes are.

[Her initial response is, perhaps, not what he would expect. Her lips curve up once more as she faces him, and Eun lets her fingers draw around the shell of his ear and down his neck.]

I love to see you smile at me.

[Firsts, so many firsts. If she had a list of the first time she's ever kissed him this way, or touched him that or, or let him do the same to her, or something she's said or he's said...her list would be several pages long. Being with him somehow makes her feel as if she is becoming more human and connected.]

I think I--and my wolf--very much enjoyed the way you flipped us over, for starters. It feels as though I have my match in bed, which has opened up new opportunities for me. I like the biting enough that I will be checking for marks next time I'm in front of a mirror. You can grip hard, you can pin me, and I trust you enough to say you can move me and know you wouldn't do anything demeaning with that permission. [Eun leans in, brushing her lips against his gently, considering things, before reaching for his hand and moving it to her breast. She moves his thumb and forefinger to either side of her nipple and adds a little bit of pressure, which in turn makes her shiver.] I love what you do with your mouth here, but I also like this, too. Harder sometimes, in the moment.

[Having told him quite a bit, some of which she thinks he already knows, confirmation of others, and this last bit of volunteered information, she falls quiet to give him an opportunity to respond. To ask questions if he has them.]

[ He listens, head canting towards her touch. It amazes him, that both he and the beast inside of him are one in this. That the brush of her fingers over his skin soothes as well as excites. And when she affirms that she liked how he maneuvered them both, that she is pleased with his impulse to mark her enough that she would check - he takes a deep breath that all but shudders out of him after.

He had chosen to be careful tonight. As careful as he could manage, given that his head had been so full of her. When Eun tells him that yes, he can grip and pin and move her, he allows himself a moment to close his eyes, to picture exactly how he might do that.

His lips part when she brushes hers to his again. And when she draws his hand over her breast, he lifts his gaze once more to show the wolf in them; gold in the darkness with a leashed hunger for her skin. ]

Has there been no one to match you between the sheets? [ He says it out of curiosity, not competition. ] That your opportunities have been limited?

[ Asil shifts his body posture then, and with a few touches, invites her to come sit across his lap where they may continue this conversation. ]

[When it will not break the mood, when it comes up naturally somehow, she'll make it clear to him that these are liberties she has never allowed another man. At the moment, however, she's enjoying seeing what her words do to him. The way his breathing alters, the way his closes his eyes and most of all, the wolf in his gaze. His reaction makes her shudder in turn, eagerness rising once more.

She could give him the long answer, that when it came to the bedroom she focused on men who would let her dominate them, or at least those who would let her lead and use them for her own satisfaction, as their pleasure would then be at least incidental. That if there were men out there who she might have connected with mentally and emotionally, and had that same physical chemistry with, she hadn't met them. That, honestly, she had not looked for them with the same effort that most women her age did.

But having experienced what she did with Asil, knowing now the difference, she doesn't want to break the mood in that way either.]

There have been some who came close.

[She moves up and slips into his lap after a moment's consideration, shifting somewhat to get comfortable. Her fingers play lightly over his shoulder, over his collarbone, exploring still the body of this man who she regards as hers now.]

But since I never wanted to get closer to any of them, there wasn't enough trust there to enjoy everything I might have. It may sound arrogant or close-minded, but I always knew from the start that none of them was worthy of more than what I offered them.

It is not arrogant. [ He says that with confidence and not a little preening on his part. ] I told you when we first met that wooing is about presenting oneself as the superior choice.

[ He holds back a smile - rather unsuccessfully - and occupies himself with running his hands through her hair. ]

It is the folly of young men to believe that they are "all that" with very little effort. [ The air quotes is apparent in the cadence of his voice. ] It is not the proper way to win a woman over.

[Eun rests against Asil, shivering as his fingers run through her hair. It's enough to make her close her eyes and purr a little, even as she smiles from what he's said.

Kara must have taught him "all that."]

That's true, you did tell me about wooing when we first met. Tell me, Asil, when did you decide you were going to present yourself as the superior choice?

[She is curious, she cannot help but ask, especially in light of how their first few interactions went. Her hand drifts lower in the meantime, tracing along ridges and slopes of his chest and ribs, exploring still.]

Presenting oneself as the superior choice, querida, requires no pronouncement.

[ His stomach tightens at her touch, molten desire settling at his core. ]

You declared your preference in front of the pack for me tonight. [ Barring Bran's distractions, he did not preen in front of the pups because it was unbecoming. ] When I countered your offer to visit your cabin for breakfast with here and now as an alternative, you accepted.

[ He lets one hand massage the tender spot at her nape, enjoying the sound of the purr in her throat. ]

[She might have closed her eyes and gone quiet with the way that he massages the back of her neck because it feels incredible. Her desire to melt into putty under his hands is very high.

Except for the way that he describes how everything happened between them.

Eun lifts an eyebrow.]

If we're limiting this to moments in which we've been in public together, maybe, but that is far from the whole truth, Asil. Can you honestly tell me that when you first kissed me, you were not already presenting yourself as the superior choice?

[She reaches up then, using her fingertip to tease the short hair behind his ear into a circle. If it was longer she would twirl it around the tip.]

Or are we going to argue about semantics when you know what it is I'm trying to learn from you?

[ He laughs. It is a low and rumbling sound deep in his chest as he both leans in and draws her in for a long and languid kiss. He needs to steel himself. Her question is something that has been persistently on his mind, which has prompted him to attempt not to dwell too long on the details.

He is wary to disclose and confess, if only because tonight has had several dips and curves by way of emotion. But she asks.

And so: ] Before I answer your question, Eun. Are you asking me as a man, or does this question include the wolf?

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