Honey I'm Home -Ahote/Joining-

[Diamanta]

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[atrb=background, i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/dback-12.jpg] "Speaking" - - - The gaian pierced the borders on the Taiga just as evening was falling, the air was cooling rapidly but it lacked the harsh bark of winter, the ground not quite visible under the dwindling snow. Looking to the horizon her eyes rose to the sky, the ceiling a deep royal blue growing into a soft yellow upon the horizon line. The bare beginning of stars dotted the vast expanse of enriching colors, bright and crisp they shone her way to her dark lover. A small smile of relief graced her maw as a twinkle of anticipation sparked within her eyes. These last weeks had been night of bittersweet torture, every inch of their union playing over and over in her mind, the details so vivid she would often whimper in disappointment that she was not at his side enjoying the nights. However travel had been necessary, she owed it to herself to prove that she could endure the separation, if only barely, and she would have regretted not seeing the land had she stayed that morning. There had been no other males that compared to her magnificent yagi since that encounter, and she believed fervently that there never would be again. Diamanta had often contemplated what had caused their brief encounter to be so volatile and heated, for the intense desire running between them had burned like an enraged wild fire. Certainly there was something more at play here than simply carnal desire and basic instinct? The gaian was of a mind to even venture and say they had connected, and though the lust was overwhelming and uncontrollable, there had also being an underlying current that if examined might have resulted in much more than a physical connection. Not that Diamanta had minded the physical gratification in the least, and the thought of the rampant energy brought a blush to her cheeks, never before had she ever given in to something so explosive. Luckily she needn`t have worried about being pregnant, it was a little bonus of her species she had learnt about for she could only bear a litter from mating with a cael, and that was not likely to occur anytime soon with her current obsession. Would it please the powerful male to know he need not fear any consequences to his lust? Most enjoyed not having to worry about being responsible for a brood and appreciated having the gaian to relieve their stress upon. Her smile transformed into a wicked grin of excitement, she rather thought she would enjoy playing the seductive mistress to this dangerous male conqueror, but she suspected if there were any other females she would find a rather nasty way to dispose of them. Ordinarily she did not mind sharing her lovers, given they were never of any real importance except to temporarily amuse her, but this one affection would not be shared and her jealousy would be great if any ventured to try. She walked along the borders of the pack, leaving an enticing trail behind her as she basked in the scents placed down by the one wolf she sought. He must be a rather important figure to be responsible for marking pack territory; she thought candidly, what secrets are you keeping my dear lover? She wanted to bear that same scent, thus marking her as his and she paced restlessly as her body silently called out for the yagi. There was a side to this attraction that wasn`t the most enjoyable, and Diamanta was just beginning to understand it. The side in question involved a rather obsessive pattern of thought that always left her wanting more then she could have; he had become her deepest and most dark addiction. Consistently in a state of unrest her basic female instinct wanted to have the brute asserting his dominance over her, wanted to be claimed by one meriting her person. To even think that there might be another female brought a fearsome and murderous snarl from her chest, her claws uncoiling to bury deep within the earth. Intense certainly described the gaian, and this also made her dangerous in her own right. Perhaps it qualified her as high maintenance as well, which was just fine with the female for she delivered as much as she got and had yet to receive any complaints. Mostly it was that other past interest simply had begun to fail to meet her needs and her lust for them had died. It was simply the way things were, there were no need for pretences and Diamanta was not fearful to be upfront, though she had learned to be tactful as a bruised ego was a terribly dangerous thing indeed. D i a m a n t a' s . S o n g

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[Ahote]

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[atrb=background,http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a190/lilDiablo_/ahotemid.jpg] Countless days and nights had passed since he had had his glorious encounter with the only female who had captured the very blood within his veins. Oh he still went about his duties each day, spending time checking on the females, hunting as he could alone, playing with the youth of the pack and teaching them, but at night when his legs were all but exhausted there was nothing to do but dream of her. He would almost call himself a fool for expecting her to stay in the morning but a more logical side of himself said to give her time. She could find that away from him, the reigns he had on her would tighten just like the desire that had pooled out of her the night they had been together. But giving time was a statement much easier said than done in reality. Ahote was patient, but in the bottom of his belly and the back of his brain she dwelt there, the beautiful mesh of a pelt, how it felt against his, how their colors splashed together like the earth and the water meeting each other with one fell swoop of rushing desire. His claws twitched as he lay outside the Home Tree, keeping an eye as many a tired wolf made their way to their dens. Most of the pups were already inside, having spent the day hunting with him or other males, and the females were all a flutter of the arrival of a new pup…Ahote though was more than distracted. His eyes watched, and he nodded in acknowledgement to every wolf who came and went, wanting them to know they were valued in more than one way, and that their alpha was not ashamed to be approached by any wolf underneath him. They were all valuable and worth protecting. There were many a pretty Sennyo within his pack, and in fact most all the females in his pack were beautiful, but none like the Gaian he knew in his heart would be his. Her coloring haunted his dreams, like a beautiful purple and blue light, appearing within the darkness to light the way to his darkest desires. No female had ever proven themselves such a worthy thing to him, and he had long since cherished the whip like mark her tail had left on him, or the dangerously sharp ebony claw that had raked down his side in a teasing display of defiance. Even the tug to his horns was remembered, and he felt as though he could drown in her scent even though she was more than likely so many miles away. The fact was he was drowning in her memory and slowly he put his head down on his paws, and lowered his body fully to the ground and looked up to see the swirling blue of night coming to meet the warm colors of the setting sun, and even the smallest hint of stars above. It had crossed his mind that his beautiful pool of lustful female would return, swollen with pups, and then what indeed what he do? He would take no mate, he made sure of that in his heart, no matter how wonderful the physical gratification was, or how he came to feel about a female, he had set down the rule that settling down with one female was discouraged. They were to mate to make the strongest heirs possible for the pack to survive. However, if one male wanted to keep mating with the same female and she discouraged other advances, well who was he to say no…? But what would the lovely one think of that? It wasn’t as though he had no experience being a father, hell he had six of his own pups, and then four of Avalon’s under his care now. But he wasn’t sure he was ready for more quite yet, he would never turn her away from him, pregnant or not and it was something he would deal with, he just didn’t know how he felt about it. He ran all the possibilities over in his head as he thought about her, where she would den, how she would get along with the other females, and his own pups to be sure. Maybe it would be too much for her and she would find herself running once more…That particular nasty thought was pushed away with ferocity. His brain began to ache, and though his muscles were tired and exhausted from his constant strain of physical activity to stop himself from concentrating on the desire that ran through him like liquid fire he pushed himself to stand and shake himself out. The Yagi had always taken pride in his personal appearance and he had no trouble braving the now breaking ice in the lake to bathe himself when needed. Otherwise he smelled of the sweetest smells of his forest, from the bark on the trees, to their sap, and even the musky scent of the earth right below his natural scent, all mingling together to make a fine, breathy musk. It was not too long before he headed out to the borders of his land to check the markings made by others and refresh his own, either through rubbing the bark off the trees, or simply by refreshing old scent markers. The whole experience was becoming rather dull and boring, that is until he smelled it…his lovely temptress…..His eyes snapped open as though he had been asleep for weeks, and his head raised. She had chosen the most personal way to entice him but also the most dangerous, for had any other male come close she may not have been given the most warm welcome, or a welcome he would have had to kill someone over. His legs and strides lengthened to easily turn his walking gait into a run as he made his way to her. It was a rather short trip, or it would simply be that he wasted no time in catching up to the scent of her. As he arrived her heard the darkest sound possible coming from deep within her, a snarl of a being to be reckoned with, which she certainly was. His eyes scanned the horizon and his nose sniffed for the scent of an intruder, but he came up empty of anything she could be snarling at. His eyes quickly scanned her body as he stood back a few feet, hidden in the shadows, he looked for injuries, any reason she might be upset but came up with no reason to be found. Finally, he revealed himself to her, his low, and rather dark voice slithering out from the shadows as well, “What brings such a harsh sound from the maw of that which I desire?” He wasted no time in walking up to her, brushing his pelt against hers as he quickly stood side by side, avoiding touching her with the horns on his hips and then making a quick turn to stand face to face with her. “It’s a shame my most beautiful that on this night I have hardly a moon to light my way to you, but darkness only makes you my beacon even more so than the moon…” The words were almost a luxuriate purr from his muzzle as he lowered his head slightly to stare into the eyes he had dreamed of for weeks now while she played the coquette traveling temptress.

[Diamanta]

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[atrb=background, i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/dback-12.jpg] "Speaking" - - - There had been little doubt in the past days that Diamanta had found a place to settle, in fact she had eagerly awaited the chance to announce her decision to her desirable lover to see if the news of her decision would please him. After all, it was not so much as a pledge to the pack but more of a small submission to being his alone, a higher prize than she had ever given previous suitors. Her anger abated slightly as she imagined what it might be like to have such a suitor available at the tip of her claws. In fact, she could even settle for being his nightly mistress if her dangerous yagi had other occupations, as long as the nights with him belonged to her. A slight purr rumbled through her chest, the temptress soothed by the thought and back to her deadly charming self. The night was terribly dark and her scales almost seemed to be the only source of light in the shadow cast Taiga, but she did not take much notice of herself tonight, her azure eyes were eagerly trained on the shadows, scrutinizing the area to find the one that her body called out to. A sound behind her caused her to turn about in a graceful twist of her long tail, eyes widening to try and see what had alerted her and her breath caught in her throat. For many lonely and restless night she had pictured his body, god like in composition with surreal strength and a vividly rich dark pelt, long horns spiraling with statuesque grace and power from his great head and intense eyes that caused a fire to flood through blood and burn her very reserves without shame. And yet even her imagination could not have prepared her to lay eyes upon him once more, and his essence assaulted her, bringing a slight tremble to her finely shaped legs. Her eyes hungrily devoured his body, starved from the separation she had forced upon herself as her nose reeled with the heavy musky scent that was unique to this delicious male. Before uttering a word she gave him a lazy saucy smile of welcome, only one slim white fang visible as she openly appraised him with her eyes. Her tail curled onto itself, now clasped into a delightful spiral of swirling colors as she gave a curvacious curtsy of submission and greeting. You shall never know my night king, she thought to herself, and may none tempt to evoke my wrath while I try to claim your soul much as it has wooed my own. Breathlessly she laughed, the sound languid and warm it escape her maw to trickle into the air, “Nothing that need be addressed in such a tempting presence, you have already captured my desires my dark lover, what more do you seek now?” She teased without reserve, leaning in to his muscled body as a shiver ran down her spine; finally she felt the brush of his thick fur against her own smooth scales, a feeling she had been forced to but imagine in her dreams. His scent overwhelmed her, driving logic thoughts from her conscience as she struggled to keep hold of her thoughts. His scent lingered upon her body, branding her as his and in return she knew hers would linger upon his, warding off any other females. A sigh of satisfaction whispered from her maw, what fortune was hers that it was this yagi that had found her, though she had to admit that traveling at night had been a calculated move on her part. Raising a brow she tried to appear relatively unaffected by his smooth talk, not wanting to show how much control he exerted over her, but all the same she could not help but glow under his compliments. Frankly none had ever ushered such exotic and appealing words to her ears before, and it touched a chord within her that she did not know she possessed. Being prone to being upfront and rather direct she decided that perhaps letting the male know that she appreciated the gesture was not such a bad idea after all. Her voice came out as a soft purr, much like a summer’s breeze, “You sure know how to sweet talk a lady my dark knight, can’t say I have met a fellow with such a sinful tongue before. Can it be said you missed me?” She raised a brow coquettishly, an inviting smile on her maw for she could tell simply by peeking at his emotions that he had indeed missed her, though whether it was their pleasurable joinings or a deeper connection, that she had felt, Diamanta could not know. The gaian felt as though she was standing on the edge of a drop off, and the distance below her had not been unveiled to her blinded eyes. If she chose to jump she might face a plunging abyss that would undeniably kill her or she might dive off a short interval and fall into the delightful embrace of a welcoming river come to parch her thirst. Either way she needed to get this done, and with a bit of luck it would be bountiful satisfaction that awaited her on the other side of her decision. Unable to resist she gave his ear an affectionate tug, a quick nuzzle of his neck sufficing to let him know that she had certainly missed the yagi. Speaking up she let her voice flow melodious and tantalizing, “I have come with some news that might please you my handsome lover,” she let that word sink in, informing him that she had not forgotten that night and was certainly open to many more, “it seems as though none other may rival this pack in my interests. Please pardon my departure after our wondrous night, it was necessary you see to ensure that a proper decision be reached not based solely on...enticing murmurs.” She made a small moue of apology, to be sure she had certainly wished she had not left, but it had been the right decision. Raising her eyes to meet his own she said, her voice rich with promise, “Would it please you to have one such as myself in your pack?” Diamanta knew that she had to offer sultry nights of no consequences, a ravishing companion that many other males would kill to conquer and lavish ministrations that would be bolder than most females could ever dream about. Seemed like a good deal to her, but would the yagi see as much? D i a m a n t a' s . S o n g

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[Ahote]

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[atrb=background,http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a190/lilDiablo_/ahotemid.jpg] Ah, how he had dreamed of seeing his Moonlight Mistress once more, and to even contemplate that she might return, and even join his pack was a thought that he had more than considered. He was no longer a rogue, or even within a pack where he could travel at will to find the object of his desire. Had he still been a member of the Cadre even as a high ranking member he could easily travel to the places he wanted to go, so should he have wanted to follow the beautiful female he could have. None the less he was now a high ranking member, the most high ranking of his own pack, and he had pups of his own and others to look after, no matter how the female’s scent swam in his blood he simply could not follow her. And swim she did, he had woken with a start many times throughout the night only to see rouse himself and check on his sleeping children. Though many of them had become old enough to stay out late, and not always in their den, Ahote was not stupid enough to not know where they are. Any “pup” not in their place was surely sought out by the alpha, many times left to their own devices they would be out exploring or torturing each other which was just fine with him. By now they were teaching each other and other young ones to hunt, and establishing their roles within the pack, and it was now when Ahote had to back off slightly and re-focus on the goals for the pack. Still he had not implemented the last option for his pack, seeing as they had had so many upheavals and downfalls with the birth of so many pups. It would be time soon, he would need more warriors, messengers and hunters before he could implement any such system as that he had intended on. But even with his ambitions on his mind his eyes were focused on the female in front of him. Oh she would be his, her returning to the Taiga proved that she had had just enough of him as he had of her to bring her back to him. If there was one thing Ahote prided himself on it was his ability to keep a female close, only one had ever eluded him, and the more he thought about it, he would blame the reasoning on the fact that he was young, and thought he wanted something that would never be, and the female was of the same mind frame, never mind the tragedy before, during and after their parting. It made Ahote wonder if he had ever given his heart fully to a female, and he decided in a long moment that no, he never had, oh sure he had produced off spring, and he knew how he felt about females…..They were to be respected and cared for, even if his own mischievous and devious intentions sometimes led that notion astray. As of right now he felt he was leading no one astray, this female was highly capable of caring for herself yet here she was submitting to him in a way thusly no female had before, and it brought a devious smirk to his maw. “Do you still have breath my Moonlit Mistress?” His voice slithered out to her from his muzzle as a small, deep, throaty chuckle followed the question as he watched her watch him. The most bare motion of her legs shaking, ever so slightly, perhaps even a twitch alerted him to just what his presence did to her and he couldn’t help the pride that surged through his mind, and the desire that ran rampant through his body. He was not the only one who had an effect on someone in this dually sadistic embrace of passion. The motion of her smile, so coy, and knowing, and her bow of submission made him quirk a brow, would she so easily submit? He eyed her almost warily, although he had been appraising her since her shape became so visible to him only moments ago. He had the sudden urge to bite her neck and push her underneath him, to once again assert himself over her, to make sure she smelled, tasted, and felt like his, HIS female, and HIS possession. A growl of desire escaped him as he stared at her, and fought the more primal urges of his inner self. In the moment of their scents mingling the desire to claim her fully, to scar or mar that beautiful scaly pelt of hers came to the surface once more and he actually had to grind his teeth together and claws into the dirt to keep himself on reserve. What was it about this female that drove him to such insane heights of desire and possession? “What more do I seek? Why to own you my lovely, to have you here at my side, to make you howl into the night with pleasure and desire and only to me. ONLY to me..” The fierceness of his words rumbled with power from the very beginning to the ending syllable of his speech as he stared into her eyes and let her know just how serious he was about what he sought from her. Her sigh of satisfaction only brought a releasing exhale of his own to match, just touching her seemed to ease the tension within his very muscles, it was as if by touching her all the exhaustion that had plagued him all day bled away and the pain of pushing himself so hard was also pushed out of his system…”Such a drug you are to me my beautiful temptress, all day when exhaustion has nipped at my heels you do nothing but touch me and it seems I am renewed and ready to place my claim on you in the most deviant of ways..” Although he could be charming and silver tongued when he wanted to be, with Diamanta however he felt no desire to mince words, simply to tell her how he felt, and he knew she would appreciate being treated as more than simply a typical female with no higher insight or intelligence to expect more. “Mmm, I do nothing more than tell you the truth wondrous one, and I have no need to shower you with more praise then you already deserve. It can be said that I miss your sweetness writhing below me, and your teasing growls, phrases and claws have been missed by my ears, my body and my mind.” It was the nicest way to say he had indeed missed her, but of course he knew she had missed him by the simple fact she had returned to him. Her actions afterwards only furthered to let him know he had invaded her thoughts, the playful tug to his ear taken in stride, his playfully gleaming eyes pretending to glare at her as he growled and appeared threatening. Although it quickly dissipated when she nuzzled into his neck and he in turn moved his head to push the side of his face along the line of hers, grazing his fangs along her face and neck invitingly. When she asked if he would enjoy having her as a member of the pack he smirked slightly. “If as you say no other pack holds your interest, I would have no qualm of you coming to join me and keep me warm in this winter wonderland of the Taiga. You know I would welcome you with more than contentment my dark mistress.” He smiled into her eyes and let his smile of genuine happiness at the idea of her joining him in his pack melt away any reservations she may have had about him wanting her with him within the pack. He leaned in and nipped her ear and whispered against her face, “I’ve dreamed of your eyes, the feel of you and the smell of you since I woke up with nothing but a memory to greet me after we parted ways.” The sentence ended in a thick rumble of some semblance of emotion as he pulled back to let his startling yellowish green eyes stare into her electric blue ones.

[Diamanta]

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[atrb=background, i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/dback-12.jpg] "Speaking" - - - Oh he was good, damn good at what he did and Diamanta could only wonder how she could keep up with such a fierce and demanding suitor. But she would, and the ride would be an exhilarating rush of passion, dark desires, elicit obsessions and fervent demands, however she was rather fond of the thoughts as her mind bathed in the images his words were evoking within her. More than that it was knowing that it would be solely her that would ever fully please his needs, she understood his need to dominate and assert himself just as she knew that a bit of resistance and rough play would only serve as the ideal catalyst to their interactions. She did not need to play the sultry mistress, it was who she was deep within the fiber of her being and from the time her mom had brought home her first mate to the time that Diamanta had taken her first she knew that she would surpass most temptresses’ accomplishments for she not only enjoyed the life, she craved it. It was not second nature, it was first nature and she excelled at it and really, it was no wonder. Silly females who thought that they could achieve happiness without a male to properly meet basic instincts were foolish, Diamanta however understood that nature gave them desires for a reason and she embraced this fully. From an early age her mother had instructed her in the art of seduction, stressing the importance of taking a mate to ensure survival, but it had really been from observing her mother’s mistakes that had taught the young gaian the real lessons. She would not settle for less when she deserved so much more, and she knew that just as the male brought her status, satisfaction of primal urges and a being to receive lavish attentions from, she returned the favor for all males would envy him his stunning catch and with her he could enjoy pleasures without consequence. Besides, who could deny that the brute could certainly lace together a beautiful compliment and she was a softy for the dark and dangerous types that exude undeniable strength and unquestionable power. It left her at his mercy but she liked knowing that even if she could play with his desires she did not really have any control over his actions. He need but plant those sabers through her neck and her life would spill out, just as all he need to was brush up against her scales to crumble her barriers of self control. Usually her interactions were brief; most males had demanding females that just because they had popped out a litter of pups thought that the male belonged to them. Pffft, it took more than a litter to really bond individuals and she discovered that even though males tended to feel a primal necessity to care for pups and generate them, only the reality of true freedom allowed them to let go of reserves and indulge in real fantasies. All the better for her if she could offer such freedom without consequence, however her services came at a high price and until she grew bored males usually tended to her every whim. In the past she had been the one in charge, waiving about needs carelessly knowing they would meet them if only to have their own satisfied. It was really just a silly game to her, she enjoyed twisting them about while other females looked on with jealousy and then leaving them behind like the unimportant being they were. It would not be the same with this brute, she thought with excitement, for once she would not be in control and she rather thought that the tables had been efficiently reversed. Looking at his mesmerizing eyes was enough to tell her she was his to control whether she wanted it or not…Lucky for her she did. She was not so uptight to deny that by nature females wanted to be dominated, needed it to be complete and those that could control their mates were dissatisfied for they had not met the right wolf. To be truly content one had not to find their equal match, but one that was stronger, it was basic and guttural truth, the nitty gritty of the matter that so many females denied and so in turn they denied themselves what would make them happy. Diamanta rather thought the females of this pack would be prone to being more content and satisfied than others, Ahote had created a pack that had the fundamental principles of nature right and this drew her to him with unspeakable velocity. She ached to have him dominate, not to submit but to be forced to accept that he was in control no matter how strong her will may be. Laughing in delight she said, “Oh, well if that is all then I suppose arrangements could be made…” She gave him a flippant teasing wink before sauntering closer, finally brushing up slowly against his pelt, melding into his own body like liquid as she let the horns on his side scrape against her scales, small trickles of beaded blood pearling in their wake. Reaching up with her tail she tugged one horn so sat he might bend lower where she proceeded to whisper secretively in his ears, a cautious glance about her, “And I’ll tell you a secret, you drive me to intoxication, I fear that no other could ever induce such a state anyways for it is your body alone that has left mine so tortured during the long nights.” Growling hungrily in response she took a quick nibble at his shoulder, pressing into his side aggressively and allowing his scent to imprint fully upon her. With an apologetic voice she said, “It was terribly rude of me to leave wasn’t it? I suppose you shall want some form of justice, I am at your mercy…” She gave him a devilish grin, he could name his price, this was her token to him for having chosen to wander after he had laid claim upon her. Besides, it was all in sporting good fun and no doubt she would enjoy whatever he might come up with in his impressive mind. “It has been much like living through some kind of hell these last weeks, you have found away into my blood and just as I may be your drug so are you my vitality, I have thought of little else then your prowess. I should gladly enjoy engulfing myself to your needs alone, for only yours will satisfy my own.” And there it was, she had pledge her own loyalty to this voracious wolf and it was to him that she now answered. And then a thought struck her, she nor knew his name nor who he really was in this pack she had joined, but more to the point it did not matter. However, addressing him by his name would be a new pleasure in itself. Musing out loud she noted, “It would please me to know to whom I have just surrendered myself too, and it turn you should know that your temptress is Diamanta, at your disposal.” She gave him a bow that highlighted her curves, glancing up with heated eyes as her tail curled into a perfect swirl of colors and shine. D i a m a n t a' s . S o n g

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[Ahote]

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[atrb=background,http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a190/lilDiablo_/ahotemid.jpg] Ahote could stand beside her in the dark night the entire night now that he thought about it, or he could force her down to submit to him until he was completely spent of desire and energy. Well, energy perhaps but he doubted he could slake his desire for her completely within one sitting. However, he also knew the pack’s rules when it came to males in the female home tree, and so he could fully expect if he desired to have the night with her that they would have to find their own little love nest somewhere within the territory, which he had no problem doing. Every pore, every scale, every inch of her was the epitome of desire and he had no problem admitting that he wanted her, he had wanted her since she had left and now being so tantalizingly close was not helping him quench the feeling of fire which was creeping up inside the bottom of his belly, and crawling it’s way up his throat, scorching him and almost making talking a complete challenge. Were he a more primal being he would leave the words on the cold ground behind him and strictly focus on his actions and what he wanted from her. Ah but was there more than physical attraction? Was that possibly why he felt the need to further conversation between them? There was something about the way she yielded to him which drove him crazy, his nose wrinkled up as though he could not get enough of her scent, and at the very core of himself he knew he couldn’t. Although he knew his place within the Taiga, actually at the point of the world he was very aware of where he stood and what his roles were in most every capacity. Though even as she yielded to him, even as she knew he was more powerful, more demanding more of nearly everything she never made it boring. There was never a time when he thought he would tire of her. Too few females could not handle the smallest bit of pain, and for Ahote there were even Yagi females who preferred things more gentle, and relaxed. There were so few things about Ahote that were ever gentle and relaxed, of course he had restrained himself with lovers past as to not hurt them but Diamanta…she was something different entirely. She seemed to like a secure amount of pain, which although it still meant he had to control himself as not to hurt her it did mean he could let more of his primal side closer to the surface which offered him more than enough satisfaction with her. Although Ahote knew he would never settle down with another female in a typical mate/mate setting ever again he knew that he would make sure Diamanta was taken care of. Even if it meant hunting for food for her himself he would make sure she was happy. Now he was not going to wait on her paw bent, kneeling to her, no the alpha male would do no such thing. But if it was within his capability to care for her, he would do so, not out of servitude or obligation but because now as someone who remained with him, cared for him and shared his bed and body she was entitled to be cared for and kept in the best condition possible. Ahote’s obligations, responsibilities and ties to those around him were growing and reaching out in almost impossible numbers and it only pushed his ego higher that he was such an important figure. He was a father, an ideal mate, a pack leader, an ally, someone one could depend on, he was for all intensive purposes as perfect as you could get, on the surface. Now laying right below the surface surged darker desires..and less..admirable things that surged through his mind. As she came closer, to rub herself against him, his keen eyes and nose saw and smelled the blood beads coming to the surface and that couple with the feel of her, the scent of her, and the sound of her laughter brought a sound of intense desire through his throat, where it remained, for he refused to open his maw to allow it air to escape into. The pelt around his throat vibrated with the sheer force of it, and he pushed his neck over her body and pulled her closer, almost in a swinging motion, although he moved his hips so that he did not pierce her flesh he wanted her as close as she could get before he said into the night, “Arrangements indeed darkling…” He began to lick along the line of her spine, eventually coming to where the little blood beads had formed and he began to run his rough tongue over them while making a throaty sound against her. There was very little on his mind at this point other than pulling her close, latching his teeth on to her and claiming her as his, not only as a pack member as impaling her to the point where his scent would never leave her, no matter how far she traveled he would be there pushing away any possible threat to his claim on her, in fact the need was more than overwhelming to the large male. A tug to his horn immediately caught his attention and he pulled his face closer to hers so that he might hear her whisper about how he drove her to heights of intoxication and his smile was indeed so devious and mischievous it could have been labeled grinch-like. His eats pushed back against his head which only furthered to make him look…well up to no good. Followed by this powerful admission was her nibbling at his shoulder which he leaned into slightly as she then pressed her body against his…”You are such a torture within yourself my lovely, your very presence makes me want to throw all caution to the wind, lose all self control, and possess you…” He indeed meant every word that escaped his muzzle as he continued to stare at her. At the mention of justice he smirked with a devil may care kind of smile as he looked more towards her tail before whispering darkly, “Don’t worry, I will indeed have justice, by taking it out on your very pretty pelt, time, and time…and time…again..” He growled the last few words into her ear so she would be more than aware that she would be his to do with as he pleased. As she continued he listened patiently, although his mind was more than happy to be providing him with astounding realistic images of just what he would be doing to the female in just a small amount of time. It was rather amazing he could focus on more than one thing at a time with the images playing in his head, but he also busied himself by licking and nipping at her chest, pushing his strong sabers into the bone there, teasing her with their strength as he nodded into her. “There shall be no other male to touch you. None would dare step close to what I consider mine.” He then watched as she bowed down, and his eyes scanned over each curve as the little light reflected off of her and he Growled at the site of her..’Diamanta hmm? What an interesting name for such a dark beauty, I suppose in turn I will tell you the name of the drug which you have become so fond of. My name is Ahote, and I am the Drott, or Alpha of the Aurelian Enclave, the pack to which you have joined. What say you now my dark lady Diamanta?”

[Diamanta]

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[atrb=background, i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/dback-12.jpg] Speech | Think | Walk Frissons of disbelief raked down her spine and to the tip of her long serpentine tail, drawing sign from her maw as she wiggled against the empowering male, moving her curves leisurely along his body enticingly and the heat between them grew to a feverish pitch. Something about being possessed by a being that could so very easily kill her should have at least evoke a feeling of unabridged terror and anticipation, but instead it simply seemed to cause her blood to boil. Sultry eyes came to caress the face of her dark demon, totally enraptured within his web of seduction and she moved her nose up to lick languidly at his throat with strong stroke of her pink tongue, silky scales running along his thick pelt in a liquid caress. Nothing in her life could have prepared her to now take on the role she had submitted herself to filling, no lover could have taught her that out their there was a force that could reduce her logic and wits into a crumbling ruin and no amount of heated night could have prepared her for the feel on his own tongue stroking her spine. This experience was breathtakingly new, tantalizingly darker than any other and was surrounded in a thick perfume of desire and heady needs that could never be satiated. A rumbling purr of satisfaction moved through her chest as she leaned into his body, her mind barely able to piece together coherent thoughts as all she wanted was to feel his body claiming her own in the most intimate way possible between wolves. She wanted his scent to overcome her being, remain upon her body like a blandishment of ownership and unlike many other females, the thought of being fully possessed and at this male’s mercy did not fill her with apprehensive revulsion, but rather delicious fulfilment. Like he had cast his suffocating net of addictive temptation over her, so would she weave about him a web of seduction and sinful lust so that none other could ever fully meet his needs. She understood his desire to express the savage and violent lust and even enjoyed the painful repercussions with unrestrained enthrallment. She would live her life out here, the creature that only awoke at night to search out her lover and sate a hunger that could only be satisfied by a certain male, content in the knowledge that she would never be touched by anyone but him, for all other males would pale terribly in comparison. As he pressed deeply into her side she brought the tip of her tail to caress the inside of his hind legs in delicate strokes, moving ever so higher as she placed forth a rather clear message. It had certainly been too long, but she needed to hold on to sanity long enough to establish exactly what he would want from her in this pack. Diamanta’s eyes twinkled with pleasure when finally she heard his name, a widening sultry grin teasing mercilessly at the corners of her maw. “Well it is fitting Ahote, I guess this means our encounter need not be interrupted by another to make my application legal.” Her tail was now caressing the soft fur that covered his underbelly, a tilt of her head allowing his access to her throat. The ethereal light of the night came to dance across her scales, igniting them into a swirling sheen of azure colors and she wiggled against him, whether he had been Drott or not she could not have cared anymore, as long as this torturous lust that budded between them was temporarily relieved and she remained at his service alone. The fact that there would be no high rank available to a female was of no consequence to her, she did not want the responsibility and unlike many females she would be content of serving the role of mistress and lover to the Drott. The fact that females in this pack were cherished and kept safe was all too convenient to her, she was a female that enjoyed being admired and treasured by all means. She had heard that this pack had a main common area for the females, but she would find a place nearby where her lover could come to her in privacy and seclusion, this way they would not be disturbed. She wanted to make this clear to Ahote, to let him know that she wanted nothing but to be at his service, his alone, and so she purred forth with a heavy voice, “Well my darlin’, I have heard that females need not fear having to defend themselves in this pack, I can say you will hear no objection on my part. But in return for this pleasurable circumstance what would you have of me, my Drott?” She let his title siphon forth slowly, letting the strength of it filter leisurely through her mind. | D i a m a n t a' s . S o n g |

[Ahote]

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[atrb=background,http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a190/lilDiablo_/ahotemid.jpg] Diamanta was something completely new to him and it was with a long breath of contentment that he had her in front of him, to the side of him, behind him. Her tongue ran over parts of him and he knew that within moments he would feel as though he were on fire, and though he had had more violent couplings in the past the female in front of him made the difference. Where he did feel the need to possess her, for her to be his, and he knew she liked a certain amount of pain she also tempered it with pleasure. This was quite amazing to him, that certain ‘soothing’ aftermath to every bite, every scratch and clawing, which only made them all more pleasurable. For what was pain without a little bit of pleasure…why..it was Xiomara (like what I did there..? XD), and even then there was pleasure it was just a spine bowing pleasurable pain that was also etched within his own mind. But Xio was a temporary fix, where Diamanta had given herself over to the pack and essentially to him, she would be with him for as long as they could stand each other which was looking to be a long time with the way they seemed to completely gravitate to each other without any thought to much else. His mind was usually completely clouded by the female in front of him, but he did have a few passing random thoughts. Some such as the fact that Diamanta being the little man eater that she was definitely knew how to make a male feel wanted. Of course he had to hand it to her with her experience it wouldn’t be hard for her to know how to please a male, but it truly did go beyond that. When it came to him he knew that he had made an impression on her, a lasting one, one in which she had renounced all others before him and it made his chest swell with pride. However there was also the fact that she was no afraid of him, which in a way was wonderful, he didn’t want any female he bedded to be truly afraid of him but he also didn’t want her to underestimate his abilities to be completely fierce and ferocious when the situation called for it. These thoughts all ran past his mind in a matter of moments before he looked into her eyes and all the blood left his brain and left his ability to think somewhere he couldn’t quite recall. The Taiga would be all the more bearable if each night he could come and sate his lust for her under the moon, and in the morning when she went to wherever she would go, he knew on more than one occasion she would be sore in places she knew not she had. Her tail stroking on the inside of his leg made him give her a gutteral ‘hum’ of appreciation as her tail moved higher, oh how he loved that appendage of hers. Leaning in he grabbed at the scruff of her neck and bit down, pulling her close with a soft growl. When he finally had her where he wanted her he pushed his head down and began to rub his sabers along her neck and throat, with a slight pressure. He wanted her to know just how close she was to something that with one wrong move could be the end, but it would be such a pleasurable way to go..”Your pulse skitters and jumps My Darkling..” At her speech of being interrupted his eyes nearly went black with anger as he once more searched the horizon for anyone that would dare to interrupt him in the taking of what was his. His eyes glittered dangerously with the light around them before he finally turned them back to her, where they belonged. “You drive me mad with lust my dear..” His brain was pounding with the surging of blood all through him and her constant ministrations with her tail was doing nothing more than egging him on to the point where he cared not if he pushed her down and took what he wanted, which was always a dangerous point to be at, at least it would be for her… When her voice came once more and she spoke of the pack he quieted the lust he had been harboring and listened intently. “For the females in this pack they may do whatever they wish, at their leisure, except hunt large game, fight and patrol. There simply is no need with able bodied males around to take care of them. With such gems..as you…” and he breathed in close to her ears..”I see no reason why we should not make sure you remain as pleased, taken care of, and treasured much as possible..” When she asked what he would have he stared into her eyes, in a way that could almost be interpreted as loving, or at least, lustful….”What would I have from you Diamanta? I would have your body, your soul, the essence of your being, and I would have it all to myself. There is not another male you will have or serve, for I will be the only one. I will have you to slake my lust and desire for you day and night as I choose, and for every moment you will love it, and always be available to it..” The words were thrust out into the night as he spoke to her, rather commanded her to basically be at his whim and call for their lustful encounters, though somehow he doubted very much that he would mind. With his answer being given he turned his body and went to stand behind her, “The time for words is over my delicious Darkling, I know we both want to be as sated as we can be by the night around us, and I have no need to do anything but lay my claim on you over, and over again…” With a good nip to her hips he reared his body back with such wordless passion and mounted her without giving her time to necessarily respond. [[Figured we could fade to black and have her “officially become a member now…xD]]