Night Terrors
10-17-2013, 08:54 PM
The moonlight filtered in through the tall pines, the pale wash glowing outside her den, casting an aura against the sand. The pale figure of the woman cast a gentle shadow from the moon-light. Her figure twitched, small whimpers escaping her muzzle as she dreamed. The pups growing inside her squirmed in her belly, taking her dream back, and back?? She could feel him against her, his russet color mingling with her own. The touch was electric, charged with emotion, charged with passion. His breath on her skin, on her fur as his maw planted gentle kisses along her body was breath-taking, and she could hear herself whine, in pleasure, in ecstasy. Her heat was strong, desire making it hard for her to stand still, hard for her to wait, as she stood quivering, anticipating the feelings to come. Her head would turn, her jaws nipping at the scruff of his neck as she wound herself around him, losing herself in his loving croons, the words that he whispered so sensually. Her name fell from his lips like silk, the plea so evident in his voice. He didn't have to beg, there underneath the light of the full moon, she surrendered herself to her instinct, to him. He took her, and their voices sang to the moon-light. She had awoken, the next morning, the nest that they had made empty, his scent fading. She had waited, that day, hoping for his return though knowing somewhere in the pit of her stomach that he was gone. Reven wasn't coming back to her. Heart-broken she wandered, not particularly caring about herself, until she felt he stirring of life in her belly, Reven's children, Reven's life. Taking all the herbs she could, and eating as well as she could on her own, she prepared for the pups, ready to give them a life, a life they would enjoy. A life that they could prosper in. When her labor came, she took it alone and her heart shattered as she pushed the still-born pups into the world. She had failed, as a lover and as a mother. Her jaws gently opened in a whine, as she carried her pups, the remains of the birth still visible on her body to a nearby stream and began to dig the grave for them. She placed them oh, so gently, and scraped the earth back over them sending them back to the source of life. At the same time she buried any desire, any belief of love. She buried her soul. A flash and her dream changed, the scent of her king clung to her fur, as he spoke to her, as she surrendered herself so effortlessly to him, the night missing the romantic allure that she had so happily experienced. She had allowed herself to become nothing short of a whore, a creature controlled by the impulses that her body had so desperately craved, the things that she had needed from her king that night. Again, she was cursed, and grew pregnant, and she could see her pups being ripped apart, torn into and bloody from faceless wolves, faceless beasts. ?No!? The howl erupted from her jaws she leapt to her paws, her dream fading as she looked around herself wildly, her chest heaving. Sobs wracked her small frame, as she turned, looking at the pregnancy that had taken over her body, her pups were safe, for now. Sobs fled her jaws and she sank to the ground, her body quivering in fear. Her heart pounded in her chest. She couldn?t lose this litter, she wouldn?t survive it, she couldn?t do this alone. What had she gotten herself into? Speech... |
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