Cause all I need, is the love you breathe, put your lips on me and I can live Underwater The ivory dame's chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm. The trickling of the small waterfall easing her to sleep, her tail fluttered, coiling around empty air as she curled into herself, icy blue oculars sealing themselves from the rest of the world. Sunlight trickled in through the mouth of her den, making her silver coat glow in the soft light. She had accomplished her tasks for the day and after a thorough search of the Tortugan lands, she could not find her mate. It had disheartened, between his training and her duties, she rarely got to see him. She missed the little ball of spitfire she called her own. She had thought, perhaps, today would be theirs, but alas. She had returned to their den alone... she had gotten used to the idea of calling it theirs. It smelled more like him than her anyway. He had grown large. Thick, heavy muscles from his days training, he outsized her and outweighed her, no longer could he curl within the warmth of her body, it was now he that curled around her, protected her and kept her safe. She missed the heat of his body against her back. She sighed softly and settled down for a nap. She was no longer border lining emaciation, without the poppy seeds to hold her back she had filled her curves nicely. She was still petite and a stunning, gorgeous specimen of a wolf, but she was no longer flesh and bone. Suddenly Neo's scent hit her hard and relaxation left her posture. Her eyes snapped open, blue, the color of ice and languidly she stretched her body back up onto all four paws. It was coming at her far too fast... this piece of the mountain, it was there sanctuary, even when he was pushed to the point of collapse he never barreled back to her. He always took the time to enjoy the scenery, this area was littered with her scent and he had claimed once that it calmed him. What could have upset him so horribly? Her eyes glistened with worry and now fully awake she glided to the front of their den, swerving around the water to peek out into the mountain. He was flying, currently just a dim dot in her vision but obviously flying with all the speed his musculature gave him. Worry replaced her afternoon relaxation and she took a few more tentative steps out. Her lips parted and her jaw unhinged. "Neo?" She called down to him and still he did not slow, at this rate he was going to barrel right into her, but at the moment she didn't really care. She wanted to know what was wrong. Speech,

He flew through the air, lashing at bushes and trees as he cam closer to his den. He couldn't quite explain why seeing his pseudo mother had put him off so much, he could only imagine it was the rank stench of Valhalla and horrid memories it brought along. The scent and call of his mate, relaxed him ever so slightly, but was far from enough to slow the boiling blood in his veins. He came to a skidding halt just outside his den and promptly drank from the pool of water accumulating at the entrance. He was beyond upset, beyond angry, he was furious. "Erani came to talk to me." he said through a snarl, his fur still on end from the encounter. Words words words This is speech

The ivory dame stood silent, crystalline blue eyes watching the form of her companion barrel up the mountain. It wasn't an easy climb and he scaled it like a man possessed, her ears swiveled backwards to rest against her cranium, her lips curling up into a snarl and her hackles raising. Neo was upset and that brought an inconceivable rage to Luce... or maybe that was just her heat making her more volatile than usual? She forced herself to relax, she would hunt whatever demon had upset him later, she gave him her full attention. He slurped water like a man dying and finally he strode towards her, eyes blazing with a fury she had never seen. She did not fear him, did not so much as flinch. he wouldn't hurt her, she knew that to be fact. She trusted Neo more than she trusted anyone, in fact Neo was the only living thing she trusted at all. His words reached her swiftly and for a moment she remained silent, contemplating how to answer him, finally she paced forward, an understanding smile curling her ivory pelt. She brushed the top of her cranium against the underside of his chin. Her tongue laving a gentle path along his neck. "Shh my love, my heart. She cannot reach you here. You are free of her lies. Je t'aime et rien d'autre importe. You are mine and I am yours." (I love you and nothing else matters.) She purred in her native tongue, willing him to bend to her will. She wished he would mount her, fill her, her heat was driving her insane, she was not accustomed to being tied to a singular wolf, but she would never push Neo, never set commands or standards for him. he was his own persona, he made his own choices. She was merely the soft voice purring within his head. "Come with me love, speak, let me help you remember where you are and who you need forget." Speech,

There was something strange about her today, her scent seemed far more alluring that usual, it beckoned and called to him, drawing him closer to Luce. He had never really learned about females, and how once every three seasons they thirst for males. He was too young by the time he left Valhalla to have known the mechanics behind mating, but his instincts, sharp as ever, drove him closer to her. His tongue lulled out of his mouth, breathing in the scent deeply. His tail flicked from left to right as they walked into the den. Something had come over him, a sudden burst of energy,joy and aggression. "Je veux oublier" (I want to forget)He purred, his hips brushing against hers gently. The den seemed so much more secluded now, so much further away from the rest of the pack, and something about that made his knees shake with excitement. Something about knowing that Luce was all his, and that no one would disturb them....Disturb them from what? Words words words This is speech

Her maw would coil around his neck, strong and sturdy, breathing in his scent and offering his shoulder blade a soft kiss. She brushed her maw against his cheek, pulling back and away, her bodice swinging with a delicious feminine tilt as she avoided the soft trickle of water and vanished into the depths of their den, Neo following close behind. The morning sunlight illuminated their place of rest and his lyrics, heavy in her native tongue made her shiver, her abdomen clenching in anticipation. She had never had...feelings before, not like this and the thought of him taking her... she wasn't sure how much longer she could remain good. She returned to him, brushing the length of her snout against his own, her head tilting up now to greet him. Her tongue would brush against his cheek, soft and gentle as a butterflies wing. She would speak to him in French, soft and alluring. " Je peux vous inciter ? oublier. Oubliez tout mais mon nom, mon go?t sur votre langue, mon corps sous vos propres moyens? mais vous doit comprendre ce que ce signifie N?o-, je sera ? vous de chaque mani?re et est-ce que vous serez la mienne, ?tes que ce que vous d?sirez vraiment ?" (I can make you forget. Forget everything but my name, my taste upon your tongue, my body beneath your own... but you must understand what that means Neo, I will be yours in every way and you will be mine, is that what you truly desire?) Her tones would come oozing with desire and lust, but she would not force him, he meant too much to her. Such was the strength of her love for him. Speech,

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"il est" He hummed, his heart racing in his chest as his claws dug into the hard floor of the cavern. He knew everything and nothing about making love. His instincts gave him the barest understanding, but his desire to please her filled in the blanks. This was it. Husband and wife. Unionized together forever, and becoming inseparable. Even if Valhalla ripped him from Tortuga, he would still have a mate, a wife, a lover. He circled her hungrily, stopping at her hindquarters and wrapping his paws around her flank, his mouth hanging open and his eyes closed as be began. -FADE TO BLACK- Words words words This is speech

His reply came heady and fast, answering her in a language few spoke anymore. The sound of his claws scraping against the stones sent delicious shivers careening down her back and she braced herself, legs locking into place, her hind legs widening to allow room for his sizeable mass. It had been too long, so long since last anyone had taken her and her core clenched in anticipation, her flesh erupting in goose bumps as he circled her. His forelimbs coiled around her trim waist, holding her still and then her head careened backwards, a groan of pleasured agony falling from her maw as he began. -Fade to black- He slid from her back and she slumped to the floor, recovering from the onslaught of pleasure and raw emotion that he had forced upon her. She lifted her head, unable to reach any higher than his chest, but that she bathed in sweet kisses. "Je t'aime N?o. Je t'aime." (I love you Neo, I love you.) -exit Luce- Speech,

He fell to his hutches, exhausted, his head on level with his shoulders as the odd mix of pleasure and sickness swirled in his stomach. The realization of what they'd done washing over him. He supposed he should have felt shame, she was more than three times his age, but that didn't matter. No. He loved her, despite their age difference. "I love you too." He said breathlessly. -Exit Neo- Words words words This is speech