I'm still yearning for your touch
07-07-2013, 06:41 PM
He didn't understand why was feeling this way. He was never gentle. Wasn't in his nature, it wasn't even in his vocabulary. So why was he feeling like this? Whenever he was upset, his first instinct was to search for Cataleya. She was his punching bag for lack of a better word. She was the one he went to get out all his frustration out. Usually in the manner of fucking her senseless and injuring her until the earth was coated in her blood. But not this time. He didn't want to do any of that. Albeit he wanted to fuck her, that would never change, but the manner in which he wanted to do was certainly different than how he was used to handling things. Perhaps her soothing touches and attention to keeping her hide attached to her body that night had worked wonders on him for once in his life. There was always a first time for everything.
He could sense the wariness from his sister, see how her coral eyes roamed over his frame, assessing, trying to figure out what exactly was going on here. He almost wanted to laugh but he reigned himself in, keeping the neutral expression across his fa?ade. He wanted to tell her that he wasn't going to attack her, but what was the fun in that? Let her be scared of him; served her right. And then she was up in one fluid movement, caging him in with her forelimbs as he had to her countless of times. It was an interesting change and he liked it, though he made no outward sign of it. He watched her with nearly emotionless cyan eyes as she dipped her skull forward, whispering in his ear that she didn't know what game he was playing, her breath teasing the fur around his ear, goose-bumps rippling across his skin in response. No game sister... He whispered huskily, a guttural moan rumbling in his massive chest as she tugged at his ear, backing up to see him better. It was fun to see her so confused. Perhaps he would try this more often with her.
Cataleya leaned down, burying her muzzle into the fur of his neck, a frustrated whine slipping past her inky lips, bringing out a rumbling growl from Demyan as he forced himself not to react, keeping his body painstakingly still. Her nip brought out a reflexed thrust from his hips, his thick member teasing her sweet entrance, encouraging her to just go with the flow, to do with him what she wanted. He wanted to fuck her yes, but if she wanted to take control, then he didn't care that night. He would allow it, as long as he got to fuck her regardless.
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