The Outlook

[Britwitch]

"Sorry for not replying sooner, the real world stole my attention for a little while. And today find's me tired but well, thank you...I've been travelling for the last week and it's nice to have stopped moving for a little while...wonderful to be home..."

The witch smiles back, letting blue eyes unashamedly take in the new found acquaintance before her.

 

[fr33ks33k]

No worries, the real world claims us all from time to time. Like now for instance. I've got to be going for a bit, but it was nice to finally meet you properly.

*He slips down from the railing and sets his empty glass on a table. The staff will grab it soon enough. He leaves her with a smile and a wave as he departs down the back staircase*

 

[Britwitch]

The Witch returns his wave and watches him leave, smiling genuinely, hoping their paths will cross again and have the chance to get to know each other a little better.

She remains at the rail, eyes looking out over the waves, breathing in deeply and slowly. Relishing the peace and calm.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

After a brief stop at Confession to leave a gift for a new acquaintance, I head for the Outlook. There is one who can often be found here that I hope to run into. Slipping behind the bar, I stash the rolled up gifts (see below) I have for her. Trading them for an iced mocha to sip on, I find a lounge near the rail so I can overlook the ocean. So many fun memories have been made here in only the last few days! And who knows what new opportunities may be presented tonight.

I'm dressed for comfort tonight, the perfect thing for lounging around and yet not too confining. Idly, I wonder how long I'll be wearing it.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Soft steps drag me toward the Outlook. I am lonely and in need of something. I had left scarlet and her Sir behind, not wanting the rush of her excitement to excite ME. The Outlook is sanity and quietude. Up the steps onto the deck. The bar tender comes over with an ice cold glass of Stoli for me. I smile, leave her a tip and head out to the railing, my eyes glowing lightly in the dark.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

I watch her approach, imagining myself hidden in the shadows, but I should know a wolf kind's sense of smell would tell her I was there. She knows even before my voice greets her softly,

"Good evening, Luna. Won't you join me?"

It's a risk calling her over, and me here alone, I know. She has been known to play rough. I've seen what she can do to someone when she's in one of 'those' moods. I try to steady my breath and hope she's feeling benevolent.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Turning to face the darkness, my head inclining in a graceful little bow. The wind carries the scent of her to my nose~lily of the valley, musk, vanilla~with just a hint of trepidation.

"Hello, Thyri. How are you?"

Steps carry me toward her portion of the deck and my lips curl upward, showing pretty white teeth and a slight dimple. I can see her finally, glimmering in the low light, my breath releases in a soft whistle.

"You look....stunning. I wasn't going to intrude."

Glancing down at myself, I give a brief laugh.

"I didn't want to frighten you away, not when I have never had the chance to sit and talk with you."

I curl into a chair on her left and bring the vodka to my mouth, taking a deep sip.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

"No, it's alright. I'd welcome the company, and the chance to get to know you better. The person I came here hoping to meet tonight has not been around. She must have had other plans, or maybe wasn't feeling well."

I can feel myself blush from her compliment, but its hard to see a blush in the moonlight. In her other form, she'd probably be able to tell from scent alone. Could probably hear the blood rushing through me. There is something alluring about the wildness within her. I'm drawn to it even as I'm a little afraid of it. Then again, I've always liked wolves.

"Thank you for the compliment. I'll tell you what; I won't run away like little Red Riding Hood, if you don't go all 'Big Bad Wolf' on me and eat me up.......Wait, maybe I could rethink that." The last afterthought added with a slight grin, my sense of elven mischief still intact.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Husky laughter. The idea of going all Big Bad Wolf is an enticing one, but I don't pounce without prior permission.

"You are quite welcome. I believe that you should always tell a woman when she looks good so that she never has to doubt your attraction to her presence. I am a gentleman, after all."

A soft smile, another sip. The glass is beginning to warm up now, the pure vodka losing some of it's icy clarity. I sigh and drain the rest of it, giving a slight shudder before beckoning another server over.

"Please, could you get me a mocha latte? Add just a dash of nutmeg. Thank you."

My eyes return to the pretty lady at my side.

"So will you tell me why I am scary? I had always thought others more aggressive than I am. And exactly what sort of elven are you? A water nymph??"

Leaning in, a finger reaches out, tracing up over a bare thigh before caressing the softness of the material that drapes her form. I lean back when the server returns with my latte.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

Her question brings a soft giggle in response, but just before I answer, I feel her fingers trace lightly on my skin. My eyes dip down to watch for a moment, but I like the feeling.

Returning to meet her gaze, I answer,

"Why do I find you scary? Does the phrase, 'My what sharp teeth you have' mean something to you?" A lilting laugh, easing my own nerves. Somehow it's different tonight. I don't feel so nervous as I have before. Is it because I've been playing a little rougher than usual recently?

My bare foot brushes against her calf. The feeling is electric and I watch her reaction to see if its okay. Tilting my head to one side, regarding her with interest, I continue,

"Not exactly a water nymph, just your normal forest elf with a healthy libido. I just like to be wet, and in natural settings where the water flows freely, like waterfalls, streams, rivers, the ocean. Its sensual. I like the feel of water on my skin. Tell me, do you like skinny dipping?"

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

More laughter as her pert question reaches my ears.

"Ah, but you see, I never use hands or teeth or rope or...anything else without my playmate giving express permission."

I sigh with pleasure as her foot strokes my leg. Obviously, I should not play so rough where those who don't know me can be scared away. I give a head shake at my own thoughts and take another sip of my latte. She doesn't seem so worried now, though and I thank the Goddess for that small blessing.

"Oh, I love to skinny dip. Best thing about being Wolf kind is the cold does not affect me like it would some others, including yourself, if it got to be too cold for your delicate little frame."

A strong hand reaches down and grasps her foot lightly, stroking a sharp nail over the sole.

"Did you want to swim?"

 

[Annisthyrienne]

"Ah, well, I have found that I enjoy biting, in certain places, and especially in one particular place at a very particular time, at just the right moment. Not too many seem willing to indulge me in that. Maybe they think it will hurt me too much, I don't know."

Her mention of being unaffected by cold has me visualizing curling up next to a warm furry body. Dangerous thoughts that could get me into trouble if followed to their conclusion. There are certain sensual pleasures that are not generally understood by many, and frowned on.

Her invitation seems like just the thing. And then that sharp nail on the sole of my foot. It tickles! I yelp and jump, trying to pull my foot away, but she's strong. My eyes sparkle in mirth, and meet her feral look, carrying the question of whether she will release me, or does she have further plans.

"I-I'd love to go for a swim with you, Luna. Let's get wet!"

I notice I'm holding my breath, waiting to see if she has anything else in mind, waiting to see if she's done with my foot.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

A low growl at the mention of biting, my mouth turning into a sharp little grin.

"Oh, I love to bite. When a woman reaches the apex of her arousal and is gushing over my fingers, my hand....nipples, throat, belly, shoulders....they all deserve sharpness there, a mark to remind that particular woman that I was there. Obviously, you should be more vocal about your love of sharpness, Thyri. Others would surely indulge if you did but ask. I know I would."

Her foot almost slips from my loose grip. I guess she is fairly ticklish. She moves very quickly. Most Fae do. I am faster, so she doesn't get very far. Her breathless little query warms me and it begets a momentary battle for control~to let go of her small foot, to not follow the conversation into dark waters. Goddess knows, I would love to see her wet under my hands. I am a wolf, after all.

"Would you like to get wet?"

My eyes begin to glow golden in the darkness as I stand up. Nails undo the fastenings to my tuxedo pants, hands deftly remove the crimson sweater. Soon I am nude except for a pair of blood red boy shorts. I fold my clothes neatly, and place them on the chair before turning around. Standing there, hip shot, eyes glow brighter, beckoning her to come and play. I am a wolf. I love the chase. Especially if the prey doesn't realise she is being hunted.

"Come on, pretty Fae lady. Come get wet with me"

 

[Annisthyrienne]

Rising from the lounge chair, I strip off my toga dress in one smooth motion. I wear nothing under it, I knew it would be pointless, certain I'd either be wet or naked or both before the evening ended. Sometimes I truly love being right.

I start towards the water's edge, leading her in my eagerness, stepping backwards and beckoning with my eyes for her to follow. The look in her eyes is captivating, and hard to break away from, but then with a knowing grin I turn and run for all I'm worth, enticing her to pursue.

"I'll race you!"

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Dammit, she just had to run. Pale skin flashing in the moonlight. I am a wolf. I had to give chase. I grew just a bit taller, soft fur sprouting along my spine, my ears grew pointed, my nails became gracefully curving claws. The boy shorts lost the battle and tore. After all, in human form I am 5 feet nothing, in full wolven I am just a bit smaller. This half shape~the combination of woman and wolf~ gives me another 6 inches and a good 75 pounds. How the hell were they supposed to keep up with that? I regretted their ripping but not the cause. Pretty Fae running full speed ahead.

I loped quickly and caught her up, just at the water's edge. My voice was low, growly, damn near feral.

"You should not tease the beast, sweet one. I did promise I wouldn't be the big bad wolf...but I can eat you all up and leave you~ still in one piece..."

 

[Annisthyrienne]

A thrill shivers through me as I run. As fast as I can, I still sense her strides closing in behind me. I risk a glance over my shoulder and my heart nearly skips as the sight of her, half transformed, but somehow thrillingly sexy, bearing down on me. It causes a blossom of fear to expand in my gut.

The sound of her growl as her arms go around my waist just as I'm about to reach the supposed safety of the water runs a tingle down my spine. Her hands are stronger and grip me possessively. Something about that appeals to me. It's scary, but intensely thrilling all at once.

Her breath is hot on my neck. And her words leave just the hint of doubt in me. If her words hint at what I think, it could be incredible! But she is still mysterious enough to me to give me the slightest doubt. My playful laugh dies on the wind, replaced by a look of concern, then a slow smile, hesitant, but hopeful.

"You've caught me! Goddess, you're fast! I wasn't holding back, you know. And still you caught me. I feel like a rabbit must feel. So now what? Is this the part where I get bit?"

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Laughter as I hear the thundering of her heart and smell the fear scent that blows through me on the rising wind. I take a moment, struggling to put her at ease, forcing myself to reverse the changes~ leaving only the eyes and ears~losing the fur, the claws, the height.

"Oh no, darlin'. This is where we dive into the water, you shiver delightfully and I wrap you 'round with my warmth. We may exchange a kiss or two and I will stroke your skin with soft, strong, purely human hands, until you say I should not do so any more. I may nibble along your pretty collar bone and for certain I shall inhale your scent for the next time I catch you alone."

Eyes flash in the gloom. Teeth appear sharper, more predatory, but the dimple is still there, disarmingly girly.

"Eventually, I will no longer cause the fear to rise in you...and if I do cause it, the scent of lust will be far stronger. On THAT day, I will eat you alive~with wolf tongue and human~ with fingers and teeth and hands. You will beg me for it...and I will give it."

A bow as I step away, releasing her.

"I told you before, I am a gentleman."

Then with barely a pause I stride out into the pounding surf and dive beneath the waves. Coming up a few yards away. I wait to see if she will join me.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

Her vivid description of what lies in store for me leaves me speechless, but my body thrums with excitement inside. Somethings are better expressed with actions than words. Or maybe reaction. My eyes dilate as I watch her turn and dive into the surf. The night air and sea spray has already raised goose flesh on my skin, and my nipples are hard and puckered tightly, not entirely because of the chill. I'm momentarily rendered silent and immobile as the full weight of her words sink in. Tonight is not to be the whole of it, only the beginning. This short chase is not the entire hunt. The stalking will continue, something to be savored, by her....and by me.

As if in a trance, I follow her, intrigued, wanting to know her better. She was a prophet in her prediction, the water is damn cold! Colder than I remember it being just yesterday. Must be a different current. A vigorous stroke brings me quickly to her, but does little to warm my body.

Surfacing just in front of her, I am drawn in to her gaze, those feral eyes hinting at something wild and free. I want to know her, intimately.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

The best part of hunting is when the prey becomes as much the hunter as myself. When they come willingly because they can not imagine being so far away from what I offer. I watch her from the depths, hear her rising pulse, smell the sharp tang of lust.

She is not sure why is she coming to me, only that she must. I tread water, feeling the cool silk of the current dragging me, almost againt my will, closer to shore. Her skin is so pale~like moon light glimmering in the water. I can sense her coldness, her wanting and I move to her side on the next upswell, wrapping my strong arms around her lithe frame. I align us then, breast to breast, mouth to mouth, thigh to thigh. My arms pull her close. Lips find her pulse and sip, tasting coolness.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

It's odd to think of how I was afraid of her before, and how safe I feel now when she wraps me in her arms. It's as if she could protect me, keep me safe from the world. But who will keep me safe from her?

Then we are touching, bodies pressed together, a warmth among the cold wet. She is a study in contrast, soft in delightful places, toned and athletic in others. Her mouth finds my neck and I sigh, head tilting back, offering my throat to her, eyes closing in sensual bliss. My arms slip up around her neck, one hand on the back of her head, urging her on. She's found one of my spots.

"Yes, Luna! Goddess, yes! Right there!"

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Hands reach for~ tangle in, tug on~ pretty hair. Mouth grazes her flesh as if she were a meal, ready made for consumption. Her voice is husky, yearning, greedy. I hold her tighter and turn us both around, allowing the waves to drag us back toward the shore. Teeth scrape her collar bone, once...again. Nails slip over cool flesh, sliding along her spine.

"Oh no, pretty Fae. No rush. We have time....and by the time I finish with you, you will be too turned on to want to run away."

Eyes lock to hers. Hands urge her face to within kissing distance and I allow my mouth to finish the thought~soft tongue, moist lips, sharp teeth~all working in concert. The hand that anchors itself in her hair tightens as another wave pulls us closer to shore. I twine our legs together, keeping us bobbing until feet touch ground. The water soothes me, keeps me in a state of control I might not manage otherwise.

The kiss eases and I release her hair, my eyes focusing on her, letting her see the rising wolf in my gaze.

"I think you make me hungry, pretty Fae."

A wicked grin

 

[Annisthyrienne]

My scalp tingles. So convenient that nature gave us such a fine control point, and also made it feel so exciting. I feel her tugging me, moving my head to suit her so her mouth can take control of mine. She is strong, her kiss demanding and taking, but offering so much pleasure in return. I open to her, willingly. Wanting to give my very breath up to her. How did she take me to this place in my head so quickly?

Her nails rake a zipper of nerve tingles down my spine, and like she's thrown a switch, I need her....bad! As eager as I was to get wet, now I want to get her out of the water, feel her body moving with mine, get her to do things to me that minutes ago I was afraid of. I seek the thrill offered by the predator to its prey.

When the swell moves us, I feel her legs wrap me, holding me like she owns me. In this moment, she does. She could hurt me now, I wouldn't care. I take advantage, making contact with her thigh, near her center. Just a little closer and it would be perfect. I rock my pelvis, hoping for that delicious friction, to see what she'll do. Will she let me?

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Hand snakes down, gripping a slippery hip, holding her motionless for just a moment. Then that hand moves, almost of it's own accord, toward her center. It cups sweet firmness and the middle finger slips delicately inside warmth. The heel of my hand rides the little bundle of nerves located at the top of that most intimate of places. I grin and bend my head, taking her throat between sharp white teeth and nibbling, harder than before. Leaving a mark, a crescent of sharpness.

"Uh-uh, pretty Fae. No trying to seduce me with your lushness."

The index finger joins the other one, inisde, guided by water pressure and current. Using the water's ability to make one seem weightless, I lift her, one armed, guiding her legs around my waist, curling my fingers into her so that they ride the raised ridges located on her inner walls. I stroke then, lightly, lightly. A steady rhythm that can not be stopped, only controlled by the water's movements. I step backward.

"When we leave the water, my hand shall leave that pretty place. I shall bestow a kiss upon your mouth and mark your bottom lip, tasting fairy blood. The next time we meet, who knows what shall happen..."

Another step back, two fingers curling inside, the heel of my hand riding clit with sweet savagery. The pressure is steady, the motion relentless. The in and out in direct counterpoint of the swirling water. Another backward step...

 

[Annisthyrienne]

Me breath hitches in my throat, a gasp strangled by her teeth, but not caused by them. It's her touch, invading my core, my tunnel clasping, forming around her snugly. She adds another. Still I want more! Her thrusts reach that place inside me that drives me crazy, and now I'm glad we're in the water. The last time someone found that spot in me, I made a mess.

But she warns me, it cannot last. I get her message. With each step towards the beach, my chance to enjoy this stroking caress grows short. She's giving me my chance, but I'd better make the most of it. She's working me inside and out and my mind is fogged with so much pleasure, its hard to form words to respond to her, but I manage a couple as my hips hump on her fingers shamelessly.

"Please! More!"

My hands clutch her, holding her tightly, hoping to slow her exit just enough. I'm close now, the forced urgency making it even more exciting. Can I get there before she reaches the shore?

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Her whimpered words ~husky, practically begging~ brings a feral grin to my face. I can feel it. Another finger and I shift my hand so that all three (ring, middle, index) rub that ridge with each in and out. Because of the way my hand has turned, I lose contact with her clitoris. Thumb replaces the heel of my hand, the thumb flicking that senstive bundle in tandem with each inward thrust.

My other arm is holding her, helping her to rise and fall upon my hand. The shore line is getting nearer and she is frantic. I can smell it~ her wanting, her hunger~ on the wind. But I can not finish this now.

"I can not give you what you need to finish, sweetling...not now...The sun will soon be up and the real world is beckoning me into it."

I drop her feet to the sand and steady her, slipping hands away from grasping wetness. Head dips, sharp teeth cut into her bottom lip and a tongue sweeps her taste away. I back off with a bow and stride off, not able to look back, scared of what she will see if I do give in and glance over my shoulder.