Luna's Haven~closed save for invitees.

[Luna_Wolf72]

I am a melting puddle of bliss.

It isn't the way he takes control, takes care, takes over. Those things would usually set my brain on fire and have me ready to start issuing orders JUST to make the other person KNEW they weren't running anything.

I am blissful because he makes me feel like a girl. Not a woman. Not a boi. Not a wolf. Just a short, well curved...female. A girl.

There are noises. I am making them and I can't seem to stop. Little whimpers and low moans, quiet whines and husky breath hitching sighs. His fingers soothe and wash and stroke and massage and I can not do anything but lay back and relax under his ministrations.

It is heavenly.

"Turn please. I need to do your back."

Fear.

I feel it gathering in the pit of my belly.

Because I am scarred from a life spent learning how to be hard. I am covered with burn marks and faint round spots on my bum and long lines from belts and other things. I don't LOOK like a girl from behind. I look like what I am~ a boi who has had to learn to accept beauty where she finds it, because I am NOT beautiful. Not at all. Not in those places.

I am rather broad of shoulder and narrow of waist, true. I have good hips and the shape of my ass is quite fetching. My thighs are well muscled though a touch too heavy. Looked at through a soft focus lens, I would pass muster as the epitome of all things girlish.

Until one saw all the scars.

It didn't matter. I couldn't let it matter. He had asked....and so I scooted back, until I was out of reach, stood up and turned around~ so that he could see me and know through the flesh why I am a wolf in girl's clothing.

My head bent, my voice dropped.

"Okay."

 

[chronicle_tenko]

She is still beautiful, but I can see what she does. And I don't find it any less attractive. Any less feminine. It only makes me want her more. Makes me forget myself and my place. Watching her, displaying her back, her bottom poking from the water, hazed by bubbles that still remain. It is impossible to stop, and my hands touch her back. Run up and down and over those marks, up to her shoulders and back to her bottom, and then around her. Pulling her close to me. bringing myself to her. Atop her.

I lack the control she did. It is why we both are who we are. why she is the two legged wolf, able to stand imperious, and alone sometimes. Why she can howl mournfully, but still not move. She knows, and she obeys herself.

And I am a man, and a simple one. And a dangerous one. To myself, to her, and to any around. I am the tiger stalking it's cage. Thinking of escape and revenge. Of reminding you not to keep those things that are a danger penned. they run wild eventually. I am like this because that emotional filter fails. Because like now my arms are wrapping around her torso. And I am lowering myself against her. Pressing a hard thick shaft that is full proof of my arousal against her lush bottom. Bringing the smooth flesh of my cheek to hers. And the scratch of just there stubble rubbed against the grain. Bringing fingertips to her cheek, and the other hand to cup between her legs.

All just to whisper to her.

"Your scars make you more beautiful."

And I throb, and growl. Kiss her, and let her feel, let her know, and have proof. Visual, tactile, sensual proof. That I want her still, want her now. More than ever.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

He whispers it...and I believe it.

I feel him. Over me, around me.

Throbbing. Hungry. Masculine.

"Finish this please. I would like to be clean...when I take you to my bed."

That voice is pure female. Higher than normal, giddy. Delighted.

The fear has been swept away beneath wanting and lust and care~given and received.

Small hand covers HIS hand, the one cupping my secret center. Head turns to catch HIS mouth with my own. Back arches and dips, rubbing myself back against his heat, his weight, his body.

I need to be cleaned...and then we need to get out and go to my bed.

 

[chronicle_tenko]

It's hard to concentrate. Hard to get the scent of her out of my nose, when she's so close. When she's under me, and wanting, when her hand is covering mine, above that garden of earthly delights.

"Finish this please. I would like to be clean...when I take you to my bed."

Still she is grinding back against me. she is pushing, but what is right. what she wants, not what I Do, and both of us need this... to be perfect. Not just this. And So I bring her up with me. And kneel to scrub her back. To pay attention to the marks. To the lines, and holes. The burns, and bites, and trails of a life lived fully. My lips touch every one after the water dipper rinses the soap away. Minutes, or hours, or days. I don't know. My lips touch every one.

I move to outside the tub. And slowly wash her stomach. Flatter than mine, and somehow still sweeter. Feminine first, and boi second. Her breasts Call to me, and it is so hard to use the loofah. to scrub gently lifting each one and Washing under it, Then around and finally over. Sparing the nipple the touch of scrubbing fabric when I cup the hill in my palm. And marvel at how it overflows. Stay in awe at how the piercing gleams.

Then down. And I can't My hand cupping that secret centre. Your core, and gently trailing between those lips. Rubbing my thumb against the hood to your clit. And rinsing fast. Wanting to see your wetness and not the waters. Unable to stop myself from a simple taste. same as you, and closing my eyes at the simple explosion of lust and taste on my tongue.

I am dry and my towel is used to mop her floor. To move under my feet and be the spot for her to stand. Out. Lifting hr out and setting her down, So I can dry her, Soft pats, and gentle scrubs. Wrapping her in warmth, in cloth, with me. And taking her into my arms.

"Where is your bed, beauty."

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

He does as I ask. Cleanses me. Thoroughly, completely. Sweetly. Until my body thrums with need, want, must have. Until I feel like I will fall apart. Explode. Implode. All of it. Right now.

Soap and hands. Soap and loofah. Water. Just water. My body is relaxed yet needing...something...so very much. My breath comes easily but it hitches now and again as he strokes, cleans, teases.

Tastes.

Fuck.

And then it is over and he is out and dry, his long hair making a damp river along his back.

And then I am out and dry and in his arms. Hands go to the length of his hair and twine, twist, tug...but gently, gently because though I want to command, I won't not here. Not now. Not yet.

"Through that door and to your left."

And he carries me into that room...and I slip down and away and whisper...

"Lay down."

My finger points to the bed. Large, soft. Wooden. Centered in my room...filled with sunlight and shadows...

"please."

 

[chronicle_tenko]

I carry her, and it is easy. Right. Feeling the gentle tug of my hair, the subtle direction, the slight request. Through that door, and to the left, and feel her transform. See her stand, and slip from my arms, from my grasp. Hear her.

"Lay down."

And I don't need her entreaty. But it melts me to hear her say please. To ask me to do so. And I can't deny it. Can not. I walk to the bed and gently shift myself. Unconsciously spreading my arms and legs. Across it. In an X, and waiting. looking at the wood, at the high walls, and the sturdy construction. At it's height. If I bent her would her feet leave the ground?

I wait. Watching, as she does.

I wait. Watching when she approaches.

I want, and the anticipation kills me, makes my needs run rampant through my blood, through my erection. Through the desperate wish of culmination.

But lastly. Most importantly. I lie here and wait, because she has asked me to, and because she is worth it.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

I watch until he gets comfortable.

I watch until his eyes lock onto my own...and then I step forward. Each footstep brings me closer to the bed, to him. I carry nothing. I have no need to, everything I want to give to him is here...on my body.

Between my thighs.

I slip up onto the bed. My hands find his face, trace the stubbled chin, the sweet smile. I am moving though, drifting back and downward, mouth searching for...finding~

flat masculine nipples.
ridged belly.
cunning belly button.
hip bones.
inner thighs.

All of this must be tasted, touched, bitten, licked, nibbled. Adored. Until finally, that piece of flesh that beckons and begs and needs...requires..

a mouth

opened

Wide.

The velvet head is tasted, tongue tip over slit before moving slowly down, around.

Low groan. Me? Him? Don't know. Not caring.

Just good.

Sucking deeper. One inch, another. Swallowing, building up proper wetness, extra moisture for suction. Hands locked behind my back.

It's a game, to see how deep I can go...until I gag...without using my hands.

 

[chronicle_tenko]

When she comes it is an effort not to jump. Not to place her here, and stalk atop her. But she comes and I wait. Hands behind my head, waiting, eyes following each movement. Until she climbs over me, touches, and kisses, drawing growls from my lips.

My nipples.

My belly, and the subtle muscle across it.

Her tongue in my belly button, teeth scraping lower, oh so close, as she passes.

My hips, and then across and down to my inner thighs. I know she can smell me now. See the firm arousal, like a tree growing in the dense brush of my pubic hair. And then I growl, or she does. But there is only the sensation of her mouth, closing, swallowing, sinking.

My head snaps down into the pillow, and pushes me up. Arching my neck and back, but my hips stay stationary. Stay still waiting for her touch. I sit. I can hear her. Hear the sounds of her working moisture, slick and sloppy, and the sensual suck of her mouth as she moves lower. Bit by bit. Inch by inch. Laying down on the bed, Hands behind her back, and I touch them. Hold them gently enjoying, her actions, ready to let go when I hear the sound of a gag, or a deep breath. Of a splutter. I groan. Deep, and low, and from the belly.

A single hand on hers and the other to brush anything from her face, from her mouth. To stroke her cheeks, and encourage her. To call her lover. Beauty. Goddess. Cocksucker. Anything. And I have no voice save for the Moan she takes from me.

So good.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

It is both hard and easy to become just a simple mouth, being filled with hardness that tastes of salt and sugar. With hands held behind me, I am simply an extension of him, right now. It is how I want it to be.

I suck harder, allowing sharp white teeth to lightly graze the vein that pulses, just beneath the skin. My mind is now empty. Lost in the suck, pull, suck, swirl, suck, bliss of him until cock head hits the back of my throat and I gag.

Up...a breath.

Eyes look into his and I smile.

"Ready?"

I don't wait, can't wait, for an answer. I am only focused on filling the empty space I have, sopping up the wetness that runs unheeded from between tightly closed thighs. So I rise up and move~

aligning myself~hole to throbbing hardness~

and slip...down...

engulfing him in tight, wet, heat.

And then...

I begin to rock...hips roll. Leaning forward, I brace my hands on his chest and allow my body to do what comes naturally.

I ride.

 

[chronicle_tenko]

It's liberating, this enjoyment, the simple feeling of what she can do, when she offers. When she takes, when the world boils down to her mouth on my cock, and the simple suck, suck, suck, of her lips, her mouth taking and giving. Sex is an act, this is a performance, and eventually I feel her rather than hear her gag.

We both are breathing heavily as she looks to me, and I take my hands to her face. To touch her, and bring her close. And she comes. Into my arms, into my embrace, and I feel her heat, feel the wetness of her, across my crown. feel her push, Sink, and impale herself atop me. I hold her tight, and she moves. wrapping into me. And she rides. And I move. Tossing her.

Together we are a tempest. Are the growled out moans of a storm. the wind rattling windows, and the destruction of what is around us. And in the center is us. Perfect and beautiful and calm. The eye. My hips buck and and meet hers. throwing her up and almost off me. Bringing her on top, to ride, to bring her hips down on mine, and sink me deep as deep as she can with every movement. Hands find heavy breasts, and stroke, circle and kiss them. Suckle dark chocolate nipples, that taste of soap and sweat, and sex. Hands reach for her hips, for her ass, and help her. Bring her down like thunder cracking the sky. I growl, and stay. Not wanting to move wanting to watch to see her. Until I can't take more. Until I want her. And we roll. Angrily. Claws in my back, legs wrapped around me. Hooking her leg and pushing it up over my shoulder almost bending her around me.

I am atop her. Pushing in. Pounding into her while our eyes lock, while I bend to kiss her, and shake her. I am filling her, like a woman, sheathing over and over into her depths. And she is accommodating, she is lovely, and beautiful.

And I want her more. Hand on her breast, mouth on the other nipple. Bent wrong, and still driving into her. The endless hammering of waves against the shore. She is mine, and this is right, and it has been worth every second.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Pleasure has been a constant companion. It rides just beneath my skin like chain lightening, each flash, each impalement, only heightening the enjoyment this body~MY body~ can take.

Even now, he uses his body, his hands, his mouth~to guide, to help, to position until I feel my inner walls gripping, relaxing, loosening a tide of bliss along his shaft as the very first orgasm knocks me for a loop.

It is the combination of his mouth on me, his hands on my hips, the bucking of all that strength beneath me, surging up and up. Going deep~an arrow at a target. A shot from a pistol aimed right there.

I blow apart~screaming, crying, whimpering and then he rolls me. Takes me. Bends me into a pretzel. I can feel his mouth, his tongue, on the hardened nubbin of nipple flesh and my nails dig in, scoring long deep marks on his back.

There are words.

Please.
Mine.
Now.
Please.
Oh.
Please.
Gods.
Oh.
Fuck.

But I don't know if they are his words, if they are my words. I can't stop hearing the litany, each exclamation given with each inward pounding thrust.

My leg clasps tighter, keeping him deep, even as the leg on his shoulder MOVES. Toes point. Another orgasm and I can't see, can barely breathe. Can not think. Only want and want and want.

And his hair is in my face and his scent surrounds me, drowns me. And I think that if he doesn't allow me to feel him, if he does not fill me up soon, I might just die.
And I want to tell him but I can't because the words are not there. Only howling whimpers and low cries. Only~

please.
please.
please....

until I feel like a record stuck on repeat.

 

[chronicle_tenko]

"Please"

It's a powerful word, and I can hear it. I can hear it from my lips, from hers. In shudders, in between growls, or moans, I can feel the word come from her, come from the tight spasms and the sucking clench of her sex. Her orgasm, coming for me from me. Her leg wraps tight and i can't escape, can't move can't do anything other than fuck, and fill her.

Her.

"Please"

That single thing that fills up my entire world, that takes me away from everything else about me, about the bed, the house, the world. Just her. I growl, and hear it echo, hear it answer, and I whimper and hear the same. Soon there isn't anything but the short simple staccato thrusts. The feeling of being trapped, and caged, and kept.

And Comfort.
Security.
Love.

"Please"

And I have no more. No more resistance. No more wants or wishes. I'm one. and I can feel myself empty. Feel myself stab, short brutal, without any control, trying deeply to fulfill a biological imperative that I can't.

To get the spurting seed as deep into her body as possible.

I roar for her. The sound a wounded animal makes when it knows it must last the night. The sound a man makes as he finishes. Ragged and worn, and defeated. Hot splashes decorate her walls, splash burning and hot across her insides, and rock both of our bodies. Each twitch, each hard shake and spurt of my shaft, as it empties me to fill her. Until finally I collapse. Atop her. In her. heavy and tired, Unwilling to let her go. To move from her embrace. From the teeth in my neck or the nails in my back, or the heel over my ass.

I am wear I belong. This is how it should be. And I close my eyes.

And know she is still there.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

And it ends....with a roar, with a kiss, with a collapse.

With all of that...him inside me. ME on him. We are a ball. A mass of limbs and wetness and sweat and care.

And my eyes close...and I know nothing else...

Except he is here...with me...and I am replete...sated...safe...

A girl...

"thank you.."

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

I awaken with a yawn and a sigh, glancing over to the empty spot in my bed with a smile.

My date was excellent, well worth the wait but now, today, tomorrow? I owe many over due pieces of writing...and that means I need to buckle down and get them done.

Eventually.

 

[Sasha25]

It's been.... ages. Since I looked upon the Haven of my friend, the wolf. I know that it is lived in once again and that makes me smile.

I pad under the canopy of green trees to the porch, breathing in the wood, the musk, the smell of fresh earth, and knock quietly on the door.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Awakening.

Not that I haven't been up for hours in the RW~ BUT this is the first time I have been here since my quick visit yesterday.

I need to get some writing done. I owe and owe...just haven't settled down enough to write it all out yet.

I blame a KNIGHT for that.

 

[Sasha25]

*smiles brightly at being invited, leaving my ironed sundress behind for later, coming to the Haven, this time with the owner present, knocking quietly and eager to see Luna looking good, in her own words*

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

A knock. Makes me smile. I hurry downstairs, throw the door open and pull a poppet into a tight hug, with barely a hello.

How you doing, gorgeous?

 

[Sasha25]

*enjoys the tight hugs with eyes closed, breathing in the scent of beautiful Luna*

I'm well, for the most part. I wish that you could enjoy a day off, like most others, but at least I could join you here for a spell.

*kisses a cheek*

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Gives a soft sigh and returns the cheek kiss, pulling her in tight so that I can bury my nose in the curve of her neck...

inhaling.

Ah it's not a big deal 'cept I wanna be able to go see the fireworks...

Not sure just how long I will be here...but saw you and had to get my hug and kiss in.

Plucks a from the ether and hands it to my poppet with a wicked smile

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

quick glance in a mirror shows...

 

[Sasha25]

*blushes, taking the flower, breathing in the scent, then placing it into my hair, shivering from the wicked look*

The only fireworks I will see will be on TV, if I'm in by then, and I should be. Work tomorrow.

But good food and being able to wear a pretty dress suits me fine.

*pulls lips back to my neck with a quiet, lovely sigh*

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Sharp teeth find pulse point...nibbles and nibbles some more

Well at least you will have SOME fun.

My fun won't happen until after 8 pm tonight.

Tongue tastes flesh, quick flick then gone...

 

[Cheska]

sneaks in, as only a halfling can and leaves a rose, a bottle of fine wine and some chocolates.

Happy Fourth Wolf Boi.

Sneaks out like a boss.

 

[Sasha25]

Sharp teeth find pulse point...nibbles and nibbles some more

Well at least you will have SOME fun.

My fun won't happen until after 8 pm tonight.

Tongue tastes flesh, quick flick then gone...

*groans low and grips around a lovely Wolf*

If I asked nicely, could I provide a little fun for you to tide you over?

*lifts a legs and wraps it around hips*