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Thread: XXx Rage of the Heart xXx CLOSED xXX

RE XXx Rage of the Heart xXx Zaragnar LD xXX Her eyes flickered over his handsome face, so close to hers and she realized in this moment... there was no going back. He reacted quicker, stepping closer and tilting her head, just so. They met in a tender kiss, it was so tender she was relieved. Anything of more magnitude and she'd have startled, pulling back until she was in a frenzied state of fear. Shocking herself she moved closer to him and slowly eased more of herself into the kiss. She had wanted this since reading the first report on him. The wild man, the one untamable beast... a man that matched her in inner turmoil. It was who she needed. Advancing she nipped and tugged at his lips, a near animalistic growl leaving her lips as the kiss turned more desperate and needy. He needed her as much as she needed him, but she didn't know why. Orianne felt his erection pressing against her soft lower stomach and advancing toward her navel. His hands slid along her body as though he already knew the way. Burning paths along her heated flesh. Her nipple beaded against his palm as his fingers contracted and gave the firm orb a squeeze. Moaning at the action of his hand his tongue seemed to take it as an invitation to invade. Giving into the invasion she whimpered and responded, her tongue slipping beyond the barrier of his lips and teeth to sweep around and taste him. The points of his teeth, jagged against her tongue, did not bite down to stop her. She gave him access and welcomed the invasion, pressing ever tighter to his hard broad body. Trembling as his hand lowered she moved back to allow his hand it's path. One of hers curled into his hair, rhythmically scratching at the scalp at the base of his neck as her fingers coiled and uncurled against him. The other hand moved over his chest, caressing and raking gently through the hair on his chest. As his hand neared her bare womanhood she quivered. The hand on his chest moved to his side, helping to hold her up as he began to rub at her already wet core... and not because of the lake they stood in. When the kiss broke, she stared into his eyes. There were no words she could form. She wanted to stop, but only slightly. Afraid the nightmare would take her when they neared the point of mating. So far, this was nothing like the sadistic husband she had in Africa. Her lips rounded and she cried out in pleasure, whispered words in her native tongue... words understood by the tone in ANY language. Her hand moved lower, caressing his length hiding beneath his pants. Her eyes widened, he was huge and so hard. Hard enough she was certain it was made of the same material his claws were. There they stood in the waist deep water, gazing into the other's eyes and stroking each other's sex. Her body ached for him to have her, but she knew why he was taking his time. her fear was known to all, yet in this moment she felt only excitement and anticipation. Both built on an equal plane between them. Her hips rolled, pressing herself to his fingers... eager for more.
Thread: XXx Rage of the Heart xXx CLOSED xXX

RE XXx Rage of the Heart xXx Zaragnar LD xXX Her responds were encouraging. The whimpering and moans as well as the way she'd pressed herself up to him, by rolling her hips closer to his hand between her legs, confirmed that she was willing. She'd not pushed him away. As a matter of fact, she seemed to be pleading for more. In addition to that, she was touching him as well, coaxing at his manhood suggestively as if showing him what her private part could do to his. It was time for the beast to take the kill. There might never be a second chance later. He shifted his hand, releasing her head so he could rest his palm over her lower spine, barring her from moving away as he stroked her slit. His fingers pressing hard before parting the flaps to her honeyed softness, only to then closed together over the sensitive bud, pinching her clitoris and tugging her as he rubbed. Darren pulled her closer as his head lowered to her chest, almost lifting her up on her toes. His mouth opened as he neared her breast, his teeth nipped at the nipple before he suckled almost greedily, not minding one bit that she still had her clothes on. With the pressure on her pussy and her breast slowly increasing, Orianne's legs might soon gave way. He'd trapped her within his embrace and was as if punishing her, tormenting her with sweet delights of suckling, bites and pinches. The man however, stood strong, firmly planting himself to the ground for her to cling onto. It was torture even for the tormentor. Every sound that would escape from her lips was a blow right to the man's groin. Over and over again he teased her until Darren finally plunged two fingers into her. He then stroked her insides, fingers curling as if digging for a treasure. Slowly, the tempo increased. There was no mercy. It was frantic and seemingly violent, probably forcing her to cry out in pleasure. Listening to the sound she probably would make, the man used it as a guide, slowing and stopping just when she was about to cum. And when she was about to relax, Darren repeated the whole sequence over again. He wanted her body to writhe, to wriggle in his arms while making sounds of pleasure. Then, when he could no longer hold himself back, he left her breast and whispered hoarsely into her ear, I want you! Let us go somewhere private and finish what we started! the man paused, panting before he continued, It'll be a waste if somebody were to enter the training chamber and interrupt us.. said Darren as his fingers slowly slid back out of her softness.
Thread: To Form A Lion's Peace {darkest_fate&LadyYunaFFX2}

Stigandr stared at the woman. His eyes raked her willowy body, taking in every inch of her. He supposed that, by human standards, she was fetching enough. There was something appealing in her long hair, and Stigandr could feel his loins stirring as his eyes raked across that fine, willowy frame. Though at the same time, the lion couldn't help but wonder how the humans expected their little girl to survive a coupling with him. He would break her in one thrust, and as soon as the rage of his lust made his blood boil, she would be little more than a quivering mass of flesh, if that. The idea nearly made him snort. At least his marriage would be a short one. The laguz delegation remained as silent as ever, their faces steely masks turned toward the incoming beorc. Their bodies were tensed, uncertain as to whether this would turn into a trap. The Queen was not one for such subterfuge, but there was no way of knowing if someone was moving beyond the Queen. If anything, this problem seemed to suggest precisely that. Of the laguz, only one found his eyes drifted toward her shoulders. Giffca the Shadow knew of the cursed, knew that they often bore the sign of their bloodline upon their flesh. Could there be some working here? Some hint that this girl was one of those? The Shadow's eyes took in the little wind mage, the brains behind the Greil Mercenaries, and Giffca's mouth twitched subtly. Soren clearly had some plan. Then the girl spoke, and the laguz shuffled. Stigmandr let out a throaty snort, waving a hefty paw toward the girl. She does not even know? This is ridiculous! I will break this tiny hum-- A look from Giffca silenced the young lion before he could finish the insult. He turned toward the girl, inclining his head slightly, respectfully. All but Stigmandr followed suit. The young lion looked to the others, snorted, and inclined his head to match, knowing it best to follow the Shadow's lead. This young man is Stigmandr, a direct descendent of Cainaghes, our greatest lord, intoned Giffca, rising. He is to be your mate. Stigmandr took the gesture as a sign to step forward, shuffling upon his great bared feet. He let his golden eyes rake his prize yet again, his massive arms folding across his chest.
Thread: To Form A Lion's Peace {darkest_fate&LadyYunaFFX2}

Selune Her ankles tensed again, though this time her hand had instinctively gotten ready to pull her tome out should it be needed. But she relaxed when the others gave the one whom had the outburst their own glares to silence him, much like Soren had done to her. Her hands went back to her sides, her heart pounding in her chest frantically. This was, no doubt, one of the toughest things the eighteen year old mage had ever had to do. Any of Soren's chores, assignments, or lessons seemed like much more a breeze compared to what she was meant to do soon enough. Poor Selune still didn't understand why it had to be her, though, to make an official - and supposedly permanent - peace treaty between the Beorc and Laguz. But now .... that no longer mattered. She was here, in front of the Lions including her supposed betrothed. And as it got pointed out whom she was to be wed off to, she inwardly cringed. It had to be the one who wasn't as fond of this idea as herself, of course. Lovely. Just .... lovely. Goddamnit, this really isn't gonna work ... Her teeth found her lower lip as it grasped it for a few moments, releasing almost as quickly as it'd found it's destination. During those brief moments, however, other thoughts had come to her mind ... all of which would, if not now, need to soon be discussed. A pleasure to meet you, Stigmandr. So ... are your traditions for weddings different? How ... exactly do we go about setting this up and when? They didn't really expect this to happen right then and there ... did they? She hoped not mentally or physically, she was anything but prepared. Though to be somewhat fair, this was part of the reason she'd inquired on their customs to see if she would need anything else, even if only a mere dress. Her hands went behind her back as she held her wrists firmly in place. Even if Stigmandr didn't want to be civil towards her, she'd damn well try. And the easiest step to help her do this was keep herself from grasping her tome. By now, poor Selune's heart was racing so fast, she was terrified of passing out in front of all of the Laguz though that may have been one of the few things keeping her conscious still. The fear of what would happen to her if she did just that ... especially seeing, knowing, and hearing that her fiance wasn't overly enthused on getting married to her.
Thread: To Form A Lion's Peace {darkest_fate&LadyYunaFFX2}

The laguz could almost feel the aggression coming from the girl. Some of the more violent laguz, Stigandr among them, almost rippled with barely contained rage. It was difficult for a laguz not to react to violence and blood lust under the most calm of circumstances, let alone when placed in such a highly tense situation as this. It was likely only the calming presence of lord Giffca that stopped any of them from transforming. Stigandr himself wanted nothing so much as to tear the throat from this twitchy little thing. he kept reminding himself that he would be able to plunder her in quite a different manner. The taciturn Shadow shifted again. He'd known he would have to do most of the talking, though it was not a role that sat easily upon his shoulders. His eyes flicked back to the unruly lion, and for not the first time, he wondered about their own decision. His face remained stoic as he turned to look toward Selune. It was our hope that you would be wed immediately, to solidify the alliance, his eyes flicked back to Stigandr, and the Shadow's compact body rippled for a moment, as if he could absorb the rage. But I demanded that I see you first, insisted Stigandr, stepping forward again. He came within reach of Selune, staring down at the lithe girl. His great hands clenched and released slowly, that rippling energy threatening to burst from him. Do you think you can do this, little human? Do you think you can be the mate of one of the great lion tribe? With your slim hips and your pathetic little-- This time, Giffca moved forward, literally dragging Stigandr back. He looked to the gathered Crimeans, wondering if they would break off the engagement should this prove too difficult. He gave the lion a harsh look, soon accompanied by a hard blow to the back of the head. The younger lion growled, but seemed cowed, even stepping back. His eyes locked upon the young woman, and each of his breaths seemed to make his impressive form tremble. Young beorc, said Giffca, looking to her. I give you this last chance. You will help mend the bonds between our people should you choose this, but you will have this... cub , Stigandr growled, take you to his bed in return. I exercise my power here and now if you wish to return, no ill will come to your people for this choice, his eyes locked into hers, sliding only slightly to look at the still thrumming laguz behind him. Giffca knew of their ceremonies, of the harsh primal nature of it. Stigandr was not likely to spare Selune in the slightest...
Thread: To Form A Lion's Peace {darkest_fate&LadyYunaFFX2}

Selune In between all the pauses and silence, Selune was also trying to mentally prepare herself, knowing soon she would no longer be pure or a single woman. Within minutes, she would be a wife and void of any virginity she'd been keeping prior until this moment. Even with the strong front she was managing to keep in front of the Laguz, Selune was still very much anxious on the entire thought and process. It'd be a miracle if no one could hear her frantically beating heart, which now felt as if it was trying to burst out of her chest. The sight of the other Laguz coming forth, whose own hands were shaking, comforted Selune in a way. It meant she wasn't the only one worried about this wedding and reassured her all the reactions she'd been having thus far were normal. As she heard the phrase regarding they change mates, this arrangement began to feel even more redundant. Would that mean she may not be a wife for very long? If so, what was the point in doing this at all? Never once during the explanation did her eyes leave the Laguz answering her questions. However, as he went onward and explained the portion of stripping out of the clothes she would be wearing soon, it made slight hints of crimson cross her cheeks. That ... she hadn't expected to hear. But she'd already come this far there truly was no point in trying to object to this or go back on her word. Besides, the reasoning behind it made enough sense, though it was certainly an interesting way to go about shedding one's past. She gave a quick nod, acknowledging she understood and accepted everything. Never once during the explanation did her ankles tense or body try to make a run away. If her next words didn't prove she was genuinely sincere on going about this ritual and custom, her actions - hopefully - would do so. Very well. I understand and am willing and ready to go through each of these steps. Gods help her, this damn well better be worth it in some form or fashion. If nothing else, for the sake of the treaty. But if she was about to do this and accomplish nothing .... oh the fit she'd have. And not just in front of Stigmandr .. but Soren as well. In fact, especially her mentor. She was still rather pissed off he'd left her to handle this entire situation on her own.
Thread: To Form A Lion's Peace {darkest_fate&LadyYunaFFX2}

The young lion's eyes remained upon Selune throughout the entirety of the explanation, to the surprise of no one. A handful of the older Laguz were giving Selune looks that were almost apologetic, as though there was little excuse for the brash youngster that they were essentially pawning off on her. However, the deal had been struck, and there was a chance that any offspring the two produced would have a claim to the Gallian throne. When the young beorc spoke her agreement, there was a ripple of surprise and respect that went throughout the gathered Laguz. More heads nodded their agreement, and several gave Selune looks of the utmost respect. Even Stigandr seemed to have lost some of his swell at that. She accepted things far more easily than he had, and in doing so, she'd already made him look the fool. In the eyes of most of those gathered here, she was the controlling factor in their relationship. Stigandr fully intended to rectify this conclusion, the sooner, the better. The elder nodded his acceptance of the terms, shifting and beckoning the young lion to step forward. Stigandr did so, moving with a royalty that actually befitted his tribespeople. He moved along to stand next to Selune, while the elder turned to face them. He began intoning in the old language of the Laguz, that near forgotten tongue used almost primarily for these ceremonies. The herons spoke it from time to time, or so the legend went. At the appropriate time, he nodded to Stigandr. The lion nodded in turn, reaching up to strip off the cloak. It had been designed to fit his massive build, to cover his shoulders entirely and to drape nearly to his feet. When he circled his arms around Selune, it became quite evident that this cloak would nearly dwarf her which was, of course, the point. Smirking, the lion fastened the cloak around the beorc, his eyes again drifting lower. I swear my protection over Selune. In front of my people I do promise to protect her from our enemies, to serve as her fang and claw, and to provide for her and our families. None shall harm her without facing my retribution. She is, from this moment on, mine, and I hers, he nodded, moving to brush the cloak and fit it about the slim girl, his hands quite possessive. The elder gave Selune a look, indicating that this was the time for her to begin the next step, which meant subtly shedding her garments. The cloak would no doubt serve as a shielding, but all gathered would know she was stripping to her skin. At least most of those gathered had the decency to avert their eyes slightly, not wanting to increase the girl's discomfort further.
Thread: To Form A Lion's Peace {darkest_fate&LadyYunaFFX2}

Selune Selune swallowed, still astonished she'd been able to muster enough courage to not take the easy way out. It had definitely been tempting, no mistake on that. But she was hellbent on not looking or seeming like she would go back on her word. Her heart was all but threatening to try to leave her chest, her head nearly spinning so fast she almost felt dizzy and lightheaded. The sensations only got worse as the ceremony officially begun. Nothing but sheer will power was keeping her from collapsing onto her knees, her arms remaining steady enough. For a few minutes even, she almost swore her life tried to flash before her eyes whilst hearing the vow being made. Only when Stigandr was finished did she allow her own vow to leave, recalling she had to as well. I, Selune, accept Stigandr's vow of protection. From this moment and second onward, I am his as he is mine. Not only do I accept his guardianship over me, but I acknowledge that I will be his partner, his mate, and his right claw. By the time the stripping part arrived, Stigandr would no doubt hear her racing pulse with ease though his senses were already more keen than hers to begin with. But now, there was no hiding her anxieties from him. She took a glance down at her outfit, wondering if she'd be able to have a replacement of some sort when this was over. The robe had been from Soren and she took damn good care of it. After a quick exhale, she knelt down and began removing article after article of clothing, starting with the boots and working her way up. Though Selune was grateful that some didn't peek, her cheeks still flushed all the same. This was so odd, so foreign ... to expose herself in such a manner and all to mostly strangers. Once the boots were gone, the panties followed, then her robe, and finally the gloves upon her wrists. The unknown tattoos which identified her as a Branded were now in full view, as were her 40Cs and bald, virgin sex. The only strands of black hair to be found upon her resided on her head nowhere else. ... Gods, I'm really doing this, aren't I? She asked, a bit of disbelief still flooding her. In a way, she was somewhat content Soren had bailed at the last second. This stripping process would have been much worse if her own mentor saw her like this. Taking steady breaths through her nose, she waited, knowing soon she was going to be carried off to mate with her newly official spouse.
Thread: To Form A Lion's Peace {darkest_fate&LadyYunaFFX2}

The smirk upon the lion's face did not diminish as Selune said the words. His. She was to be his little plaything. Shame that he fully intended on breaking his toy after the first use. Though nothing said he would not enjoy it while it lasted. But the lion knew he must conduct himself with honor, at least during this little charade. still, the horny youth couldn't help but rake his eyes over her body as she bared herself. He felt his member swell as he beheld the skin beneath. She was quite fetching, for a beorc, and her breasts were a good deal fuller than he'd anticipated, given her lithe frame. He would enjoy suckling upon them, and should she actually survive their mating, their cubs could suckle upon them as well. However, as his eyes fell upon her shaved sex, they widened for a moment. Stigandr stared hard, his eyes unmoving for several seconds, before he looked toward the elder. 'Is she diseased? he hissed though clenched teeth. The confused elder stepped forward, and Sigandr's eyes flicked. The elder glanced, then nodded, before leaning forward. Some of the beorc women trim themselves for presentation. It means your mate takes excellent care of herself. Stigandr blinked, his eyes again staring at the bald spot. He wasn't sure whether he appreciated his mate being as bare as a kitten. However, he did recall his role in the ceremony. He stepped forward, bending low. his hands moved quickly, sweeping the smaller beorc woman from her feet in one quick motion. He shifted only slightly, adjusting her and fully wrapping her white frame within the voluminous cloak. He looked down upon her, the lust again showing in his golden eyes. The pair shall now go to the den prepared for them, wherein they will mate with the ferocity of our people. When they leave, they will be bonded in the eyes of the Goddess. Let no laguz... or beorc, sunder their bonds, pronounced the elder. There was a cry from the people, and Stigandr adjusted, turning slightly to show that he held the girl in his arms. After a few turns, he started toward a mountain in the near distance, one of several that dotted the Gallian border.