Thread: Big Bad, Little Red, and the Hunters. (Fates.Gamble and Gunner)

Thoughts of all the bullshit and tragedy from the past week seemed to disappear while Aeric lost himself in Catty. Her nails gliding across the rippled muscles of his back, the feel of her legs brushing against him as they opened wide to accept him in full, the sound of her pleasant little gasps and moans it was all sensory overload. Yet even as they fucked with wild abandon, Aeric remained stunned by just how beautiful she was. Her head thrown back while her back arched in ecstasy was a sight to behold. And he couldnt help but notice the way her fiery mane of red hair splayed out across the pillows to look so very much like the sun hed been chasing in his dreams. Needless to say, such a plethora of sensations had him reaching his peak pretty damn quick. The tighter Cattys wet fold squeezed around his engorged length, the better it felt. Then when her walls clutched him with that telltale sign shed reached her own Everest of pleasure, there was nothing Aeric could do nothing to hold back any longer. He moaned a deep guttural sound of pleasure as he leased himself deep within her core. His hands released hers at the first sign of wiggling, coming down low to nuzzle back into a kiss as she wrapped her arms around him. He remained plunged within her slick walls as they relaxed muscles still pulsing between the two of them to provide a warm afterglow of pleasure. After a long moment however, he pulled away, retaking his place beside her even as they remained tangled in embrace. He was exhausted after that the efforts of dancing and their romp having teased the injury across his abdomen. Though it had healed well over the past five days, it was still evident by way of a bright and fresh scar barely noticeable in the soft light of Cattys bedroom. He ignored the pangs however, steadying his breathing while he remained entwined with his unexpected lover. Already his eyelids were drifting back closed as they simply enjoyed the presence of one another. He chuckled though at her suggestion his mind on the cloudy cusp of sleep. Definitely, he agreed, forcing his head to look over and press one final kiss into her sweet lips. His mind was buzzing with warning signals of how impossible this relationship would be to continue on though. He couldnt just sneak around doing this with her every night. Shed learn the truth and if that happened who could say how she would react? She likely wouldnt be so happy over their encounter when she realized it was far, far more than a dream. That all seemed like problems for tomorrow rather than right now though so Aeric just tried to empty his brain and focus on the sound of Cattys gentle breaths as she fell victim to slumbers warm embrace. He knew he needed to slip out of her arms to change back into his bestial form before she wizened up. But the moment was too serene he couldnt bring himself to pull away from the comfort of her body. And before he knew it, he too had drifted off. Luckily beyond all fate of chance, the morning light spilling through her window stirred Aeric before Catty. He roused with a dry tongue sticking to the roof of his mouth penance for not drinking more water after all that alcohol. After a moment he realized Cattys arm was still draped across his chest, and everything that happened between them came rushing back. His eyes went wide in a sudden state of panic, but he knew better then to pull away too fast. Chastising himself for allowing this to happen, he gently maneuvered himself out of her embrace and to the edge of the bed. Quietly as could be he stepped down and shifted back into the form of the shaggy black wolf she was coming to love. This is getting too risky Aeric though, staring up at the redhead still caught within her prison of repose. What if shed waken up first? Still, where else was he supposed to go? As much as he would have loved to remain in the family home hed grown up in, staying there would be even riskier. He would have to think of something, but that was hard with a throbbing head and a tongue like sandpaper. After a careful stretch that teased his agitated wound, he ambled out of the bedroom and to his water bowl. Back to the degrading life of a house pet . The nosy lapping of his tongue couldnt have been a more humiliating taunt over the fact.