Thread: Moonlight Huntings (SilverScar & Myn)

Lux I never think about losing. Occupation InfiltratorMage Affiliation Demacia Height 5'1 155cm Hair Honey Blonde Eyes Sky Blue Persona Trusting Myn's F-List Myn's Requests This wasnt supposed to be happening, it couldnt be. When Warwick had invited her out to an innocent stroll through the wilderness she couldnt possibly have expected such animalistic intentions to be brooding beneath the tough handsome exterior of the wolfish man. Even now she could feel the assuring warmth of comfort when shed been approached by his familiar face, the feral grumbling sound of his voice soothing her more than any fine musician could ever hope to. She didnt want to believe her trust in him had been misplaced, the moment hed protected her from the bear still shone brightly within her mind, and had been the final push in gaining her unwavering trust. Warwick was not only a dependable ally, but also a personal friend of hers now, and friends wouldnt force her to do something she didnt want, right? A shimmer of hope glowed in her eyes as Warwick told her he couldnt promise anything. Once again she felt herself being reassured by the honesty of the other, the absence of untruth in the deep red lulling her into believing that the wolf genuinely hadnt decided upon how far he intended to take things. But at the same time she couldnt help but feel a sense of desperation upon realizing that Warwick didnt intend to take for certain either if he wouldnt flat out deny her request. The disappointment unrecognizable to herself as she parted her lips and spoke. T-Then can you at least consider it? She begged him, standing on the tips of her toes, her delicate fingertips lying flat against the wolfs broad chest as she leaned herself upwards and appealed to the friendship side of her relationship with him. If I try my best, If I can make you happy in any other way will you spare me? she asked, willing to do anything to protect her loyalty to Demacia. If anyone were to find out her disloyalty in sleeping with an outsider shed be branded a traitor and cast down from her family into the slums. Not even her doting brother would forgive her if he were to find out and surely someone would for as long as she was expected to be betrothed to someone. Warwick, please she begged, pressing herself closer to his much larger form. Her bouncy breasts rubbing themselves shamelessly against the wolfs firm chest, while the pulsating hardness of the wolfs length was wedged firmly inbetween the wolfs muscular stomach and Luxs much smoother silken skin. Despite her verbal pleas, the remainder of her body explicitly disagreed with her, the lust-lidden orbs begging him desperately for a good fucking, while the subtle grinding motion of her hips against his length tried to incite further arousal from the wolf. Beneath the tight underarmour her snow white panties were already soaked, and threatening to spread their dampness to the black fabric she wore above it, The firm hands that caressed her rear, continued to send a unbearable heat to sear through her body, once shed pressed her hips forward there was no retreat as the wolfs strong arms wouldnt permit her to pull away. Not without a fair trade off. Hesitantly she nodded her head this time. Knowing from the firm commanding tone of the wolfs voice that making Warwick repeat his demands a third time would not be good for her at all. Her soft fingers scraped all the way down the wolfs torso, burying themselves in the thicket of fur and feeling the steely strength of a well-built form beneath. The fact that shed kneeled to someone other than the royals of her nation could be considered treason by some, but her desperation in compliance came from her desire to save her friendship, just as much as her reputation as a loyal subject. Though both were completely tarnished by the underlying lust and want for the man before her. Warwick she whispered pleading with him with almost tearful eyes as humiliation began to creep its way up inside her. Youre not my lover but you are my friend a very precious, dear friend she breathed quietly, heated breaths of lust trickling over the throbbing mass the was now situated less than an inch from the tips of her lips.