Nighttime Madness

More fine detailed emotions were beginning to be replaced by basic ones, ones that had been dormant for far too long. The further the two wolves drew each other in with honey sweet words, the more simple her feelings became. Want. No, need. Othello had not longed over one for a long time, and those had all been to protect herself, to hide who she really was behind a sex crazed beast. But she dropped that facade after it made her feel more and more worthless. She was dirt then, just another notch in most brute's belts. She was nothing to them, therefore she was nothing to herself. But here and now? There was something different about Cru, about the things she felt for him. It was mutual, and she felt wanted. She felt powerful, and most of all, she felt sexy.

Soft touches and caresses were quickly not becoming enough. She could feel the energy exude from both their forms, spiraling towards the heavens in their own embrace. Hunger for each other played in the forefront of their minds, she saw it in his lavender eyes. Her own seemed to shine brighter with the desire flashing through her like heat waves, making her feel as if her world was moving all too fast, yet not quickly enough. More, more. Her body craved more touches, more tastes, more passion. Othello looked the sex god before her with lidded optics, taking him in for all he was. Strong, and large. She smirked at that thought, one half of her smile seeming to pull up higher than the other. Yes... large in a number of ways. He could lift her up with his jaws as if she were a pup, drag her and pull her. She gritted her ivories at the thought, her heart pounding in her chest as an exasperated sigh wound out of her throat. Mmm, rough. She could already feel the bark biting into her fur as Crucifix forced his way on her, their frenzy to claim each other sounding into the calm night. Othello's claws dug into the earth, biting into the ground like she wished he was to her scruff.

She felt a shutter pass through the brute's body, something that she had been waiting to feel. It only tossed more wood onto her own flame, her appetite growing for him. Obviously his name on her devious lips left him wanting more, more words softly spoken between them. Names being howled out in the heat of the moment. Her mind spun at these images filling her head, overlaying each other. She shook her head softly, trying to regain focus. She wanted this to draw out as long as it could, she wanted to tease him until he begged to have her. That, or until he forced his way on her. Oh the thoughts that were clouding her mind, and her judgment.

His next spoken words made her fur stand on end, a strange yet wonderful feeling stirring deep within her belly. Want her? She was wanted? Othello had never been wanted like this before, and she committed that feeling to memory. Hopefully this was not her last encounter with this wonderful brute, for she was afraid that she would never feel this way again. His voice was gruff, yet still silky smooth. His chest rumbled with a sound that made her claws dig further into the earth, pulling up chunks of the landscape. "Oh Crucifix," she whispered, releasing her hold on the ground and pulling herself to her paws. "I want you more than I want to breath." Her nose brushed the rim of his ear as her words were spoken into it. The dame walked in a tight circle around the male, her tail that he so adored drawing across his structure. Teasing, that is what this was. "If you want me so much..." she said out loud, stopping behind the male, "then take what is yours." Standing on her toes, the dame stretched her pale body upwards and nipped Cru at the base of his neck, falling to the earth with a thud. Hunger burned bright in those purple eyes of hers. A temptress she was...