Thread: A Wolf's Desire (BurningWillows & Periodical)

In Aubrey's mind, not having a pack wasn't too big of a deal honestly. There were plenty of stray wolves around, and for the most part, if they left society alone, they too would be left alone. At the same time, she wasn't nearly as important as her lover. She wasn't a princess from one of the three most powerful kingdoms in the world. In fact, she wasn't much of anything beyond a wolf just trying to get by. There was a fair amount of disparity between the first most powerful and the rest, as well as a bit of disparity between the second and the third. She thought their pack came in at number two or so. Aubrey had actually been to all three kingdoms, and in her humble opinion, the one they lived in was much nicer. She was well aware of the rules that society dictated, but part of her simply didn't care. When Tatiana stepped into her, she easily pulled the strings and watched the dress simply melt away. Standing before her was one of the most pleasing sights in the world in her mind. She took a moment to take it in one more time before she stepped back, breaking the kiss almost begrudgingly. Aubrey liked going to the castle much more than meeting her here. Not only was the castle fun to sneak in and out of, but Tatiana's bed was so much softer than anything she had here. Normally while they were here, they collapsed onto a pile of rags or clothes, anything but the cold, hard, stone ground. Pulling on the leather strap that held what was essentially a fur robe closed, she too let it fall to the ground. In some sense, Aubrey had always been jealous of Tatiana, but not for her status. Her body was much more tan, and she had many more curves than she did. It was truly something that most any woman would crave or seek. Aubrey's body on the other hand was smaller and more frail. Her ribs were clearly visible underneath her skin, and her skin was much more pale. She didn't take much time to dwell on it though, instead, she just wrapped her arms around her lover once more, pushing her smaller breasts into Tatiana's. With a little bit of a hop, she jumped and latched onto her friend. Though she was small, but she was fairly stong just the same. Clinging onto Tatiana, she just wanted to touch her with as much of her body as she could. Today, Aubrey decided, Tatiana could decide where they lay. It didn't matter to Aubrey, she just loved being in Tatiana's presence. Well don't you fret, I'm all yours. Aubrey whispered into Tatiana's ear before she connected her lips to her lover's once more. Biting down on her bottom lip, she held it for a moment before she closed her eyes once more. ---- For a moment, the Prince wondered just how much the younger girl could take. He wasn't exactly sure how old she was, but she didn't look a lick over eighteen. His fingers sawed in and out of her, his jaw let go of her throat. His fingers began to pick up speed, the sound of contact mixed with a little bit of moisure filled the room as he breathed in through his nose. Closing his eyes, he let go of her nipple before wrapping it around her waist. Adjusting to get a little bit more leverage. His brow started to bead with sweat, it wasn't exactly fun work, but it was what he had wanted nonetheless. He wasn't exactly sure of the intention, but he was sure it would be good for what they would become. Hell, why didn't he just hold her down by the throat and take what was his? The idea was becoming more and more appealing. No. He wouldn't He was in for the long haul, regardless of what that meant for them. He didn't expect her to love every minute of what he was doing to her, but he was confident her body would betray him soon. If she was going to learn to be his, she would need to take the good with the bad. The rough with the gentle. He was feeling particularly gentle as of now, but maybe he'd show her a little of both. With his free hand, he moved it from her waist and to her neck. He took a moment to caress the side of it, before he wrapped his long fingers around them. He was strong enough to break bones with a single grip, and he would have to be careful not to bring a dead slave back to his father. He started applying a little bit of pressure, enough to make her breathing a little strained. He would squeeze harder and harder, maybe a little bit out of frustration from her opposition. Even still, he was sure he would prevail. Finally breaking off the kiss so that he could breathe, he squeezed just a little harder still, being careful and mindful of his grip on her. Both hands worked almost in unison with each other as he watched her face and gauged her reaction before releasing her throat finally. For the prince, he couldn't fathom what she was thinking at the moment. She was in a new place, and she was being molested and touched like she was a piece of meat. Had the prince any empathy, he could maybe sympathize with her, but the prince had none. He had never been in a submissive position, and he would likely never find himself in a submissive position either. He would much rather be dead than bend to someone else's will. He was headstrong, body strong, and when his mind was made up, he normally fought to get what he wanted. Granted, sometimes he had to work a little harder than others, but the prince did revel in a good fight. There was nothing else for him to say, and he tried his best not to get frustrated. He was maintaining the same pace, and his the muscles in his arm were starting to burn a little bit. He wouldn't be able to go much longer before his arm would be dead or he got too frustrated. Either way, whichever came first would put an end to this madness. If she wasn't going to give in, fine, what did the prince care? Her mind and her body was his.