ardent

Life Among The Dead

Mariah



Cerberus

"Not A Caveman"

Obscura
Viceroy

Master Fighter (240)

Master Intellectual (240)

An icon representing the specialty Bard Bard

age
5 Years
gender
Male
gems
1010
size
Dire wolf
build
Balanced
posts
277
player
Chrono

Pride - PolysexualSamhain 2022HomebodyAll Oozed OutThe Ooze ParticipantThe Ooze - Variation 3
06-29-2024, 01:35 PM
His head raised from her as she spun slightly, accepting the every touch he laid on her through words. He went still for the moment, a near lusted gaze back at her as she drew closer to him, but really eyes as if he was looking at a beauty so pure. One could think he truly cared about her by the way he looked back into her eyes. And he did, but there were limits. Unspoken ones that would stay silent when he had her wrapped up like this. What kind of full expectations the each of them had once they went their separate ways again. It made Cerberus want to come back just for her, and maybe he would. He didn't have to make an excuse to be here to see her.

He met her same ambition as the two of them met at each others lips, something that already felt so familiar despite only being together once before and not seeing each other for a time between. It all felt right to him. He started gentle with her, moving deeper into what would feel like that longing emotion again. Not frivolous, but desire into every move and lick as he pushed himself farther and farther over the edge. His breath pushed into hers as she drove him into a quiet madness with her body against his, at the very least it wasn't one sided with the physical desires he craved. He couldn't hide that. He just wanted it to be emotional too. Mariah wouldn't be for one night, it was already two but he had no intention of leaving her here forever. There would be a next time if he could help it.

He disconnected them for just a second, a paw moved across her stomach to turn her to fully face him now, both forelegs wrapped around her shoulders and crossed behind but he still gave her a freedom between him and his grasp. Honestly she could have still chose to take a step back and he'd be okay with that. But really he just didn't want to smother and trap her. That was the farthest from his intentions. He caught his breath just for those quick few seconds, his chest pounding more than she had experienced before. His nose leaned back down into her scruff to move across her throat in nibbles, trailing up her chin and back to reclaim her lips with his again. All of the light of her coat lost into his own, gods she couldn't feel close enough to him. The flame drew longer than it was allowed at the bonfire, causing some of the needs he craved to show stronger in his mind and before her. Lip twitched when he gently thrust hisself against the soft of her stomach, or a sharp exhale as he continued. Maybe she knew how much pain the primal urge put him in.

"Cerberus Kline"