Wait For Me

She would plead and she would beg of him. She was used, abused, filthy, a stain. She was slave, forced to perform horrendous tasks, some she would not speak of even today, but she hadn't been born a whore and she had been too young to become a breeder, she had been a personal slave, the personal guardian of a single wolf, if he was challenged the war fell to her, if he needed herbs or medicine, the task rested within her paws, if he wanted someone killed or taken care of, she was the first to be spoken too... but she had never been taken, either in pleasure or by force and that was a very small, but a precious knowledge she had kept close to heart. Rogue... despite all of her flaws and misguided conceptions of emotions, she knew she loved him, she knew she adored him, cared for him like she had never cared about...well anything. She wanted to give him the only innocence she had left to give.

His paws found her lithe waist and his teeth and nose would anchor her scruff, holding her too him, holding her still. Her heart fluttered like a humming bird within her chest, but his words of love would calm her and she forced her muscles to loosen. Physical pain she could take, beneath her beautiful pelt she held a thousand scars, some with stories she recalled vividly, others not so much. "I love you too." Her words were soft breathed into the air as he mounted her, and as soon as he entered her body, her eyes slid shut and she stopped thinking.

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She was riding a high of euphoric bliss, she had often heard tails of how pleasurable such an encounter could be, but knowing him, loving him, it made the contact so much sweeter so much more heavenly. She was bonded with him in a way that made her want to forget all the evils she had faced in her life! As though none of them mattered, or would ever matter so long as he stayed by her side. She felt her love for him grow and she was loathe for him to depart from her, his body, albeit heavy was a warm and welcome presence against her, his length within her... beyond words. He warned her, and by the time he moved her sluggish mind hadn't read the words. A groan of pain fell from her larynx as the knot within her pulled uncomfortably, but Rogue never stopped speaking and she allowed his voice to soothe her. Reassuring him that she was fine.

The woman was exhausted, her body ached and her muscles quaked, crimson eyes fluttered shut and she quivered where she stood. When he slid from her body, she was torn between the whimper of loss that fled her maw, and the giving out of her limbs as she collapsed into the snow. Her lover was beside her, brushing into her side and lovingly she lifted her head to bathe him in a few lazy kisses. "I love you, I'm exhausted, allow me a few hours rest and you can have me again. No other will claim me but you." her words were meant to be soft and reassuring, as her head dipped to lay between her two front paws, sleep eagerly attempting to drag her down.



Speech!