Alacritis was beautiful. It truly was. There was no doubt that this place was graced with heaven's beauty and angel kisses. Because she's never seen any place like it. It was so big too. There was so much to explore, so much to see. So much to experience. She wanted to roam it all. Climb the highest mountains and swim the deepest of lakes. Fish wanted to know what beauty this land had to offer her. And even now, only here in this dark cave, she found everything so impressive. So beautiful and indescribable. It was something only the luckiest of wolves could ever see...glowing mushrooms. They're squishy, slimy little forms glowing neon hues, some flickering and some just sitting their like bright stones. She wondered why, but most importantly, how she had gotten to such an amazing place. Her tiny paws carried her through the bright caverns casually, those pretty two-toned sapphires of her bright with amazement and pure awe. Her feathered necklace swayed and dangled gently at her chest...and every so often it would tickle her inner forelegs. But she didn't mind the minor touches. Not at all. She was too focused- too attached to this amazing scene that she had so evidently walked through. The little dame wondered if she'd ever leave. But that wasn't up to her...now was it?

There seemed to be something about caves that attracted woman, because here he was in a totally different cave when the scent of yet another female tickled his nostrils. The orange beast hid himself in a dark corner, his silver eyes boring into her flesh. She was too focused on the glowing mushrooms to notice him, although he had a feeling that it wouldn't be long before her instincts told her that she was being watched. He liked to stalk his prey before he took them down anyways, it made it more of an interesting game to play. But he grew bored of staring, and revealed himself to her. The glowing shrooms bounced off of his coat, making him seem like a shimmering gem in the darkness. "Lost, little dove?" He asked, his sultry voice echoing into the cavern. A wicked grin was cast upon his features as his eyes lazily roamed her form. He towered over the tiny babe, but he left some room between the two of them. He would toy with her a bit before his real intentions were shown.

Charaz thought that she looked young, but she was so small compared to him that she would quite literally have to look directly up if they were standing chest to chest. That very thought send an erotic shiver down his spine. Oh how easily he could over power her. But no, a game of cat and mouse would be fun. This cave was easier to escape than most that he liked to dwell in, but he wasn't ready for her to leave not yet. He would need just a taste of her young flesh before she fluttered away, like an innocent little butterfly. She was more like a moth to his flame though, not any were able to resist the coloured man. Would she be different? He highly doubted it, everyone wanted a piece of him. And who wouldn't? He was the shit.

Suddenly out of the blue, a massive form emerged from the darkness, towering over the little brown woman and causing a gasp to leave her lips. Her purple eyes darted from the man to the shrooms, before her legs pushed her away from him and she went tumbling back against the wall of the cave. But within seconds, she noticed his grin, and his fascinating color. All he was to her then was a friendly stranger who was big and accidently scared her...but no. He had bad intentions, and Fish was completely oblivious to it. A grin stretched upon her lips, and she slowly found her feet, paws bringing her low to the ground but muzzle stretching up to gaze at him. She completely ignored his question and whispered, "You're orange..." Her soft, innocent voice echoed calmly through the bright cave as she stared up at him, eyes bright and full of interest. Her heart was so full of love and kindness and innocence...she didn't know this man was here to do things to her just yet. But she's heard about sex and rape all before...and it wouldn't take her long to realize why this man had been creeping up on her.

She stumbled, her rump connecting with the cave walls as she fell back. Pupils dilated as his legs bent slightly, ready to chase her down if she fled. But no, he had confused him. She stood up, grinning up at him, whispering that he was orange. Of course he was, he had been born like that. Silver eyes rolled as he peered down at her, eyes narrowing if he wondered if this girl had a mental problem. That, or she was just really stupid. Shrugging his shoulders, he looked her tiny frame over again. So easily could he break her, could he make her bend to his will. But no, it was more fun to play games with them, to leading them into submission without him forcing himself upon them. Lips pulled back in a toothy grin, seeing in her wide purple eyes just how innocent this dame was. For now. This would not be the first time that he had taken one's innocence. Hell, he had even made his darling Goldilocks snap into a sex-crazed bitch, and now she was his concubine. He would not let go of her for awhile yet, and wondered if he could add this little thing to his collection. Charaz chuckled lowly, the inciting sound bouncing off the cavern walls before returning to his own ears. "What brings you out to play?" He asked, drawing himself closer to her. With each step he looked at a different place on her body, assaulting her with just his gaze alone. She would most likely be a quick little fuck, being so small and innocent. It was more fun when they fought back, so he would see just how far he could push her before she submitted to his higher powers. Moving his body so that he blocked her only exit, the dim outside light shone on his back, almost making him look like a silhouette in the glowing cave. He would wait for her to realize that she would not be getting away until he allowed her to leave his side. ""

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He watched as her innocent mind caught up with his ill-intent, drawing a rather low chuckle from his maw. Ah, the Dove had caught on it seemed. She backed up against a wall, but would find no escape there. Charaz sauntered towards her, his head low as he tried to keep those amethyst eyes captured in his silver gaze. There was no where for her to run, no where that she could hide. The orange bastard was not new to these games that he played, he practically wrote the book on how to get laid. This one would need a little work to relax, which was all the more fun for him. Where was the enjoyment on a quick snack? No, he was up for the challenge to make her want him, to turn the tables.

She whispered that she didn't think she liked this, body displaying all signs of fear and submission. Another chuckle rumbled in his throat as he toward over her tiny form. Head lowered until his breath tickled her ear, his tongue snaking out to caress the sensitive lobe. "Oh my little Dove, I will make you want this." He promised, his words a soft whisper spoken directly into her ear. He would need to be gentle with this one if he wanted to pull her into him, to let her fully submit her body to his. Soft kissed rained upon the crown of her head and her cheeks, soft nibbled following to place a fire under the cold rain of his licks. Drawing himself closer to her he tried to push their chests together, to let his heat take over her body. A gentle moan left his lips, positioned once more by her ear so that the erotic sound would not be missed.

A little part of her told her she wanted this. That she wanted to try this out. But...the majority of her didn't want this to be her first. She wanted to be loved and held for her first...someone that wrapped around her and whispered sweet nothings to her. The young innocent didn't want this creepy orange man to suddenly show up and do the do and then walk off like nothing ever happened. No. This wasn't supposed to happen to her. Not ever. What did she ever do to deserve this...? Though suddenly, a soft lick was offered to her ear, and a shutter ran up her spine and left her lips as a very delicate moan. Then she pulled back, and felt tears filtering those purple eyes of hers as his voice enveloped her. Drummed like thunder in her sensitive little ear lobes. Her tail stood tucked away between her legs, and with a slow movement of her paws she would shuffle to the side and attempt to move away from the brute. Farther away from the exit...that exit that could save this from happening. Again, she spoke in a cracked voice. "...please don't...I just..." The little dame fought the tears, and she halted in her spot, staring at the ground and avoiding eye contact with the man. Then she finished, "...I just want to go home...please..." That's what the woman wanted to do. She wanted to curl up beside her mother and sleep. Have sweet dreams and forget everything...

Dreaming wasn't an option when he was around, unless the dreams consisted of himself of course. But that moan, that one little sound that he was able to draw out of her was enough, it was all he needed to push this forward. She succeeded in moving away, but Charaz was ready for this. An act, this was all an act. He knew how to play his cards right, how to win her over. He hid his smile away as pain clouded his silver eyes, rejection expertly placed there as well. "I just want you to care for me, little Dove." He whispered, slowly padding over to her and licking the salty tears off her cheeks. He murmured sweet words to her, trying to draw her in with his skills of manipulation. "You are free after, but please, please little Dove, just stay with me awhile." He would plead with her, eyes wide as he pulled back to look at her.

It was hard to keep that grin at bay, but he was managing thus far. Nuzzling her cheek he moved his muzzle down, trying to place a delicate nuzzle at the center of her throat, a soft, needy whine leaving his mouth. He drew in her smell, drunk in the heady essence until it was all he could taste. He wanted to take her innocence, to add it to the pile that he had already gathered. He didn't care about her, she was just another pawn in his delicate, intricate game.

Her ears drew back again as he plead to her, asking her to stay with him just a little while longer. Her blood was growing hot and she could feel its warmth increasing at he displayed affection toward her. Wiping her tears away...acting as if he was disappointed that she wouldn't stay. She knew he wouldn't let her go. No matter she rejected him or not. So why did it matter...? The orange boy told her she was free if the deed was done...but Fish was still nervous and uneasy about everything. Her throat felt dry and empty...but the way he offered his affection continued to make her moan. Make her feel like she wanted him. Want more of him. Again though, she moved her head away and her body followed, her paws carrying her over to the other side of the cavern. It was agonizing to move away from such warmth and affection-...but she still didn't want him to be her first. Though, that might not be her option. Fish pressed her rump up against the wall again, and she ducked her chin low into her necklace with a few whines. Ones that she wasn't sure represented. The need for him, or the nervousness she felt. Maybe the combination of the two. "I can't..." Oh, she could. She wasn't sure. She didn't know. Her heart felt split two ways.

He was drawing out soft moans from her, and he knew that she was playing right into his paws. She was conflicted, like most innocents were. It was the same bitching lines every time, and if the reward wasn't so satisfying he wouldn't but up with it. But he was all in this for himself, the feelings and concern of the bitches didn't matter, he just wanted that sweet release that only sex could offer. He wouldn't give up, he never did. No one was allowed to just simply walk away from him, not without a few scars. Charaz was disappointed when she moved, again backing herself into a wall as she protested against him. A low whine whistled out between his ebony lips, his steps slow as he closed the gap once more. She had more guts than most, more will power than he had seen in Goldilocks. But Dove over here seemed t be more in control, which made it all the more rewarding to watch her crack.

"Oh but you can little dove, you can." He whispered, reaching over her head and nibbling on her sensitive scruff. He knew where all the sweet spots lay, where the places and crevasses that they longed to be touched. "I'm a gentle man, I swear." He pleaded, trying to make it seem like the tables were reversed, like she was the only one who could let him go, who could take away this need that boiled inside him. Oh how badly he wished to tear into her scruff and violently connect their bodies, but he would not. That could wait until he got back to Goldilocks, unlocking the side of her that craved that more powerful movement. But for her, she would draw it out, not caring as long as he made it out of here with his prize.

The innocent ones seemed to crawl back to him over time, not knowing who else to go to to get the kind of pleasure that he offered. They most likely kept hidden that they had given into him, hiding the shame within themselves. But he would know, and he would gladly fuck them twice if it made them feel any better.

It was time to give in. His needy whispers and whines were too much for her to ignore- and her heart just screamed at her. Telling her to get this over with. And it was pretty obvious that running would only get her wounds and scars she didn't need. So- she gave in to the orange boy, shame flowing through her like her own blood. Her heart was beating at a rapid speed- and her breathes were growing heavier. But that all didn't stop her. Nothing would. No...she wanted this. She knew it. Slowly would the young dame rise and stand before the massive brute, eyes full of shame and guilt. Slowly, she would press her chest up against his, and she would turn her body, tail dropping and falling limp. Her head would also fall and her eyes would slowly roll shut. And as he nipped her...those dreaded moans left her lips. She didn't even want them to exist and yet there they were. Filling the air constantly and continuing to leave her lips...there was no turning back now. And she knew that she'd wake up, regretting everything she had done to give up her hope...

Sweet victory was his, no woman could hold him off for too long. He smiled softly at her, still playing the part right. A rumble vibrated in his throat as she pressed her chest to him, his taller from dwarfing her. She turned then, rump now at his chest. It was very easy for him to grip those pretty hips between his forelegs, a growl leaving his maw as he gently tugged on her scruff. He had said that he would be gentle, the only promise that he seemed to be able to hold. Little did they know, gentle and slow only made it last longer. With another bite to her scruff he eased their bodies together, grunting in pleasure.

-fade to black-

With both of them full with pleasure, he stepped off the girl, panting at even the slight effort. He was still sore from his forceful coupling with Goldilocks, that the slow movement with Dove had been enough to make his muscles scream. Charaz stepped away from the female, giving her clear sight of the exit she had. "You could always stick around for round two." He whispered, his tongue dragging across his lips as he spoke. Yes, she was free to go, but that didn't mean that she couldn't stay for some more fun.

- fade - Right when the man backed off, the woman's legs shuttered and gave out beneath her, her sides heaving up and down heavily. It was an experience like no other...but as exhausted and sore as she was...not again. Not today. Fish rested her chin on her paws, her breathes still quick and heavy. Her skin was burning...she didn't know how to react to him then. Only to shake her head slowly and release a soft whimper of two words. "Another day..." Yes...maybe another day. It was thrilling. Her necklace was tangled in with her fur and her eyes dropped with exhaustion...soon, she would get up to leave. But for now she would sit there and relax...

He was slightly confused why she laid down, not running away like most did after they joined their bodies. Instead she rested her head on her paws, telling him another day. Another day indeed, they always came back. To make sure his little Dove would come back to him and not to any other, he padded up to her and laid down on the hard packed earth by her side. Affection wasn't something that he usually did, in fact he usually just watched them run away from him in shame after. But no, this one stayed. Should he bring her back to the crypt and keep her in the maze with Goldilocks? Perhaps, maybe he could steal her away if he played it right, just like everything else. Letting out a sigh, he reached over and began to groom her fur, gently tugging her chain from her multi-hued coat. If he played the nice guy, maybe he could trick her into coming back with him. Perhaps Charaz really could gather his own harem... ""

The dame found it strange and slightly uncomfortable for the man to do this to her, and then groom her. It was awkward. And...she really didn't feel like staying much longer here. Yeah...she may meet the boy again in the future. But that was in the future. She wasn't going to stay here and suddenly repeat what they had done before. So, with a slow lift, she turned and made her way out of the cavern, head low and ears flattened back against her skull. - exit fish -

It seemed like this time she would realize his game, because her form pulled away from him and walked out of the cavern. He finally allowed himself to chuckle, his silver eyes locked on her swaying hips. He hated to let them go, but damn was it fine to watch them leave. Even though her head was low, those hips jutted side to side, re-lighting that fire within his belly. It seemed like it did not stay sated for long. Oh well, he had told her that she would be free to leave, so he watched her do just that. Weariness was starting to claim his body, and even though he still needed to go back to Goldilocks, he was too tired to walk all the way to the crypt. Not like she could find her way out anyways. Yawning, Charaz rested his head on his paws, silver eyes shutting out the world. It didn't take long for the sweet blackness to take him, no dreams to cloud the perfection of the darkness

-exit Charaz via sleep-
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