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Thread: Waking the Wolf

The giddy feeling she'd felt before was swiftly replaced by desire. She moaned softly as he caressed her breasts that ached, while opening to his kisses. Returning them in a slow, sensual manner. Her hands, similar to elongated paws reached up to explore his back while her hips lifted to grind against the hard arousal through the fabric of his pants. She moaned into his mouth as she enjoyed the fell of the muscles playing in his shoulders an the firmness of the bulge that she worshipped with her hips. After a moment, her hands moved down to attempt to free that bulge. Rolling, with her tail becoming a warm pallet for him to lay on, she learned to work the mechanisms of his strange sort of pants, just enough to allow his erection the spring out. Oh my, she gasped at the site of him, trembling with anticipation. She tossed him a saucy glance before shifting to pay that part of him more attention. She ran her thumb in circles over the head then under the rim before the pads of her fingers stroked his shaft. Leaning down, for once she was happy to be the taller one so that she could be allowed to firmly lick around the top and underside of that velvet mushroom at the top of his steel shaft. She gave a growling pur at the taste of him, licking him there repeatedly while one hand stroked him and the other cupped the swollen sacs at the base. Then she was licking down and around his shift. Then, she was using that broad canine tongue to lap around the wrinkly skin that made her feel like she was licking small melons, except these tasted better. Her blue eyes glanced up at him to watch his face as she caressed him with her tongue and fingers. Especially when she slid her tongue back up his shaft and gently covered him with her maw to kiss and suckle his head, mindful of her teeth so as not to harm him.
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It his lips gently curled into a smile when she began to return his kisses. He soon let his hands run down to her hips, exploring every curve and muscle along the way before one of them dropped down to give her ass a quick squeeze. A light gasp found its way out of his mouth as she worked her hips up against him. Alex was strong enough to swing a pick or to pry open a stone door but for the moment at least, he was no warrior and the feeling of her powerful hips grinding against him made it abundantly clear that Fenrir was the stronger of the two, though as she began to exert her strength, he didn't really mind the result. He didn't stop her from rolling him over onto his side, though when she immediately went for his zipper he did begin to blush a bit. Alex was a bit new at all this. He'd fooled around a little when he was younger but never anything like what she had planned for him. It took him about as long to make up his mind as it did for her to start pawing at his pants. He reached up and slipped his shirt off, tossing it aside. He was about to help her get his pants off when she made it clear that she wasn't going to wait that long to have her fun and started to rub her thumb over the head of his manhood, causing a soft groan. He'd never felt anything quite like the pads of her fingers and she could feel his member throb with every touch. Her tongue, however, was something else entirely. The moment her tongue worked its way around his head he moaned out, biting his lip once he did and blushing a bit more heavily as he realized that it was a bit louder than he expected. His hands were somewhat at a loss for something to do. With no sheets to tug at they'd been working unsuccessfully to find purchase on the rock floor below, and that wasn't happening any time soon. So, instead, one of them made its way down to softly rub behind her ear, hoping that, like a normal canine, she'd enjoy the feeling. Ahh... Fenrir... He moaned her name softly as she began to work her tongue quickly over his head while her hands took care of the rest. Her tongue made its way down to his balls he groaned, the blush that had started to die out returned a little as Alex began to wonder if there was anything that talented tongue of hers couldn't do. By the time her tongue climbed its way back up his shaft there was a bead of precum waiting for her at his tip, quickly swept away when she began to kiss him. His breath was steadily deepening and those gasps and moans were becoming a bit more frequent. It wasn't hard to see that her ministrations were having quite the effect on the young man
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She growled a moan of pleasure when his fingers sank into her battle-toned ass cheeks. It was like he was spurring her on. It made her hot and wanting. But she strove to control herself. If only just enough to draw out this enjoyment a little longer for her hero. Men liked that, and she owed him. Nothing started to say thank you quite like a good lay. She listened to his sounds of pleasure and grinned. So she was toasted but apparently not totally trashed if she could ring such lovely music out of him. Oh, yes, especially when he rubbed her ears like that! She had to pause for the shuttering moan that passed through her. She panted, then grew determined to stoke that fire, make it even better. So she started with a nice back and forth motion, fucking him with her mouth firmly yet still mindful of her dagger teeth. She sped it up a little, just to drive him wild. Then she slowly withdrew. She gave his now shirtless form an appreciative grin as she put it to use. She slowly crawling her way up his body, licking him slowly, sensuously, everywhere. Almost like bathing that delicious skin, but better, more electrifying. From his groin, up his abs, over each nipple. Those peaks got special attention. As did his deltoids which she practically worshipped before moving up the side of his throat to skim the shell of his ear. Then she traced his jaw line, and ever so delicately lathed over his lips. Then, suddenly, she rolled, flipping him up on top. Her paws traced the muscles of his back while she gave him a lazy, seductive grin. She kissed him soundly, then used her hands to bring his around to her breasts, rubbing the palms around the undersides then across her hard pick nipples. Alex... she whispered in that growling purr. Then growing bolder still, she brought his right hand down.. down.. down. She shifted her hips, then drew his fingers up the hot, slick cleft of her sex from pressing just barely against her entrance up to brush hr swollen clit. She moaned softly, her hand trembling over his. Gods, there was something so erotic about masturbating with her lover's hand. She licked the other side of his neck and panted across it, letting her uneven breath tease his skin. Yours... feel... play... she told him as she stroked herself with his hand a little more, lazy motions of circles and up and down motions that stimulated that most sensitive point. Then she let go, spreading her thighs and rubbing up against the muscles of his lower back, hoping to relax him as she let him have his way with her.
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Alex was glad to know that she had a sensitive ass. He was rather hoping they'd get a chance some time soon to act a bit more like her canine side than her human one. The thought of Fenrir with her rear up in the air offering herself to him was a mental image he would definitely hang onto for a while. When she moaned from having her ears rubbed he couldn't help but smirk evilly, forcing himself to keep from moaning long enough to tease her a bit. You like that, huh? I'm gonna have a lot of fun with these then. He said, lightly tracing from the base of her ear to the tip. Wonder what'd happen if I nibbled one of them. He mused, glad that she didn't know English, or if she did it was pretty poor. When she looked him over and grinned like that he had to wonder if he'd been right about her not knowing English. Something evil certainly seemed to be going on behind the scenes in that slightly inebriated mind of hers. When she started to lick her way up his body his back arched against the ground as he gave a low groan, unable to help but shift about beneath her as her tongue explored him. He continued to squirm a little as her rough tongue moved up his body, gasping when she began to focus on his nipples. He couldn't help but watch as the powerful wolf tasted every inch of him in a way that made you wonder if, after all the time she'd been down here, when she was going to be fed next was becoming a pressing issue. When she flipped him over so that he was ontop of her he tensed up for a second. Sudden motions from a woman who was clearly much stronger and more dangerous than he was still freaked him out a little. When she kissed him he returned it happily, not bothering to stop her from taking his hands and using them as she wished. Alex quickly got used to her using his hands to play with herself, his fingers teasing her nipples before she began to rub them with his palms and swirling softly over her clit. He smiled softly at that offer of hers and leaned in to place a soft kiss on her lips. His hands traced back up her body, exploring every muscle. How about we get to the game that both of us have been waiting for? He whispered as his hands shifted up to take hers, pinning them above her head and giving her a little growl. He knew that she could free her hands at any time she liked but he doubted she would. His hips shifted forward, pressing his manhood against her sex and letting it rub against her as she shifted her hips against him. He only teased her for a moment though, quickly shifting his hips back so that the head pressed against her lips and thrusting into her, groaning softly as the first few inches sank into her.
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Fenrir shuttered with a deep throated groan as Alex teased her ear, sending fire shooting through her. His touch across her body, his kiss on her lips, they made her quiver and tingle. She made a look of confusion when she held her hands over her head, however that confusion died when she felt his head pressed against her entrance. Her breath caught, then released in a whine as he teased her. Her eyes watched him, clouded with desire and sparkling with tiny tears of pleasure. So much need had built in her over the centuries. The feel of him slipping into her hot, throbbing, wet core brought a short cry from her which might have been taken as indication of injury if she hadn't followed up with a hard, upward thrust of her hips to meet him, driving him deeper inside her heat. The feeling ripped another moaning cry from her as she melted beneath him, panting and sobbing. She lifted her legs to hook them around his back, then thrust against him again. Head tossing, tears leaking into the fur of her cheeks as the bliss got better and better. Building toward that sacred moment.
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Every little groan or moan made it clear to him just how bad she needed this. Centuries of waiting to put her body back to good use had led to this moment. He'd though that her skilled ministrations had had an effect on him but it would seem that they paled in comparison to what his inexperienced touch was doing for her. Saying that Alex was new at this would have been more than a little correct but he knew that he had to do his best for her. After how long she'd waited he couldn't leave wanting any longer. That pitiful whine of hers would have been enough to break his heart if he didn't know exactly how to rectify the problem. Alex didn't want to leave her wanting any longer. The way that she was gripping his member was something entirely divine. He'd have assumed she was a virgin if it wasn't for the fact that she seemed so experienced at this. Frankly, he was glad that one of them was. He paused for just a moment when she cried out, slightly worried that he'd hurt her, and just long enough that that thrust of her hips took him off guard and caused his mouth to hang open it a quivering moan of pleasure. Where practice hadn't had a chance to take place instinct kicked in and he pressed his hips forward until they were flush against hers. He let her call the dance and matched her speed as her legs wrapped around his body. He released her hands and his own slipped around her back, one of them finding its way down to her rear to pull her back against him with every thrust of her hips. His moans were growing louder and more frequent as he felt a pressure building inside of him that ached for release.
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Had she been a little less drunk, and less needy from respression, she would have found ways to draw this out longer. Let it become something teasing and savoring. As it was, there was nothing Fenrir could do but angle her hips better, and keep her paws off him lest she accidentally shred him with her loss of control. She moaned and panted, her hips thrusting to meet his rhythm. She faintly heard the sound of her claws rending grooves into the stones of the flooring to either side of her. She was too lost in the haze to care. Even just this friction in of itself, him filling so thoroughly her tunnel that had grown so tight over the centuries. The hand on her rear was icing on her cake. If only she could coax with her hips for him to pound her a little harder. She was so close... just a bit more, a bit harder, a bit deeper. She could feel his thickness pulsing inside her with building tension. She vaguely recalled words rolling off her tongue, though they were foreign even to her brain at the moment. At least they sounded as appreciative as she was to this heady tension. All of the sudden, it hit her, stealing her breath then a long soft, preciously feminine whine as her muscles locked and clenched. Slowly she arched her back as every muscle in her grew steadily tighter. She was afforded a quick gasp when she reached that edge and hung there for seemingly ever. Oh, the free fall... and just as suddenly, she shattered with a scream as wave after blissfully wrenching wave passed through her. She only hoped she didn't hurt him with her internal muscles rippling across his manhood so strongly. Her arms had no choice but to wrap around him, claws tucked into her palms, her head bowed to lean forehead into his shoulder as she clung to him for support while she rode wave after startling, sobbing wave of the purest bliss that blinded her in its power.
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There would be time for Alex to improve technique later. Fenrir certainly seemed as if she'd make a good teacher. As she shifted the angle of her hips he found it easier to reach even deeper than before and took full advantage of it, thrusting his hips forward to bury himself deep inside of her tight sex. He had no idea what that scratching sound was and frankly he didn't care. Freaking out a bit as he realized that her claws could sink their way into solid stone could be put off for later as well. The way her hips bucked against him brought a quick reaction. His hand squeezed her rear as he pulled himself forward, his hips meeting hers roughly as he let out a slow groan, one that built softly and became steadily louder with their every movement. Her reaction was an absolutely stunning one. Seeing the beautiful wolf in pure ecstasy was something that defied description. Even if he had the vocabulary to do so, the words wouldn't have come to him at this point. His entire being was focused on the feeling of her muscles milking him so perfectly. His cry of pleasure added to hers, but was somewhat drown out when you considered that one of them had a voice made for howling and one didn't. Still, there was no chance of her mistaking the reaction as his hot seed spilled into her, another spurt accompanying each thrust as he clung to her tightly. At no point did he consider how close they were to the camp. If the noise they'd been making before wasn't enough to get them caught Fenrir's scream most certainly would. Right about now, getting caught was the furthest thing from his mind. He was in enough trouble already, what more harm could getting caught bedding a mythical being do?
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As the waves of climax faded, she fell into a limp haze there on the floor for who knows how long. Weak and spent, trying to catch her breath while enjoying this feeling. Yet when her ears picked up on sounds in the distance rushing toward where she and Alex laid together, somehow she dragged the strength up out of reserve to twist to hover protectively over him, her body turned to face her adversaries with a low growl that threatened bodily harm should anyone dare to get too close to either of them. She didn't care why. She didn't care who they were nor what their reason was for being here. All she cared was that Alex stayed safe. The hackles raised across her back from neck to tail, and the way she crouched made her seem more like the giant ordinary wolf that had originally created her legend. In either form, it was clear, Fenrir was one wolf with which one did not fuck. Unless one happened to be one lucky blond guy carrying the name of an ancient conqueror of the world of man, and currently receiving her protection at any cost.
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When she rolled him over Alex actually thought that she was ready to go for round two but that misconception didn't last for long. As he heard her growl his eyes flitted about the room, looking for the cause. He soon realized that it must be something she either heard or smelled. Thank you, useless human senses... He slipped out from under her. He didn't try to get in front of her though. Rather he stayed behind her. If a bear wandered down here he'd much rather let her take care of it. All bravado aside, if he did try the whole chivalry thing and tried to kill something like that himself she'd end up having to fight it anyway over top of his corpse. He did actually manage to catch the footsteps coming down the stairs. A man in khaki pants and a button up shirt that seriously looked as if he should be infront of a chalk board, not out on a dig, stopped instantly once he saw the wolf. He wasn't a particularly imposing individual. His black hair was starting to turn gray around the edges for one and he was pretty skinny. Alex immediately dragged himself out from under Fenrir as the man pulled out a gun, actually brought with them since there were bears in the area. He quickly placed himself between the man and Fenrir. Okay, both of you stop this. Alex growled, suddenly very aware that he was totally naked. His hands dropped to cover himself. So much for looking badass while doing this. Not that that stopped him from continuing. Fenrir, this is my teacher, Professor Ward. Professor, this is Fenrir, I kinda snuck in here and woke her up. He looked back at her for a moment. He's really harmless. Stand up, you look less scary that way. He said as his teacher slowly lowered the gun, still wondering whether his student was crazy and just what was going on here. Alex and Fenrir could both make out some hushed discussion at the top of the stairs. Looks like the rest of the class was there too.
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She didn't know what the hell that thing was that the older man had pointed at her, but she instantly loathed it. She waited, watching the man carefully. She watched Alex talk him into lowering it. At the right moment, she bolted at the gun, trying to knock it from the man's hands with her claws to the metal. She would take whatever slug she got if she wasn't fast enough, then spin to catch the man upside the head with her foot, just hard enough to knock him out. A simple minor head injury could go a long way in debunking whatever the man thought he had seen. She would then turn to look at Alex, gestering towards his clothes then the door while her claws hovered over a ceiling tile she was ready to pull down to domino the place into collapsing. Her eyes would watch his face with a protective gleam. ooc I length fail.
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When she lunged at the man Alex's jaw dropped. Fenrir! He shouted, though before he knew it it was all over. His professor wasn't a fighter. Really, the revolver was mostly just there to assure the students they'd be fine if any wildlife happened to attack them. The gun clattered to the ground before he had the chance to raise it and he was out like a light seconds later. Professor Ward? The question was posed from the top of the stairs in a wavering voice. When she went for the ceiling tile Alex gave her a little glare, walking up and, for lack of any better ideas, thumping her on the nose the same way he would have a disobedient dog. I told you he wouldn't hurt us. You can't just go around beating people up like that. I mean, what are you going to do about the people at the top of the stairs? They don't even have weapons. He said before picking up his pants and slipping them back on, tossing her his jacket. He wasn't sure it'd really fit her but if she ripped up the sleeves a bit fitting her paws through them he didn't mind. And it'd still cover her a bit even if she couldn't zip it up. You are not bringing this place down on his head. Things have changed a lot in the centuries you've been asleep. Humans have put eyes up in the stars to search the Earth, we've found ways to soar in the sky like eagles. If you kill him, they're going to hunt us down and we're never going to be safe. I want to show you everything there is to see in this world, and that's going to be a lot easier if we're not constantly on the run. He said, hefting his teacher up onto his shoulders. Admittedly the fireman's carry took a few tries for him to get right. Giving the man to Fenrir to carry probably would have been a lot easier. Now, let's go. I promise everything is going to be alright. He said before starting up the stairs, going rather slowly as he had to carry his professor.
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Fenrir spent the moments while Alex was freaking out stomping the gun to pieces. It hurt her foot a little, but at least it broke enough to be rendered unusable. She heaved a huge sigh, put on the jacket, then taking the unconscious man from Alex to carry herself. I wasn't going to leave him. I only want to ruin that place, she growled softly as she followed him out. Her temper softened at the rumpled post-sex glow he exuded. It at least made her smug. What will you do about the others? she asked simply. Her tone made it clear she didn't want to meet any of them. I won't kill anyone. But, I don't want it known that I'm free either. She looked a little ill at this statement. Apparently she had grown a phobia for people while she was down there. What a lovely can of issues she made. Hooking her up with Dr. Phill might just have the shock shrink bursting an aneurism before she had a chance to knock his block off. Oprah might be interesting, in a girlie tear-jerker sort of way. All of the exotic traumatized folks found hugs on Oprah. In her mind, though, all she could think about was getting some place hidden and safe. She was tired of running, of fighting, of having to be the badass that scared folks just so they would leave her in piece. She didn't really want to be mean to anyone. She didn't want to hurt people. Sometimes, she just found little other choice than to teach people lessons the simplest way possible. Don't mess with the wolf, and the wolf won't mess with you. Why was that so hard for folks to grasp? She groaned at the headache forming. She would have one serious hangover from this. And she wasn't even done being drunk yet!