Karaka was clever indeed. Her stance quickly taking on the missing aspects from Absinth’s own presentation of defenses. Good. Quick learner. That is an excellent trait to have, one that would serve her well throughout her life. So, as Absinth sized her opponent up, she noted the licking of lips and the toes that beckoned her attention. But the older girl was not to be taken for a fool so easily, her eyes sharply catching the explosive charge forward from Karaka. Her tactic would have worked if Absinth wasn’t paying close attention, and of course she was. She wanted to show off- give Karaka a better idea of who she was; and it wouldn’t hurt if she gleaned a few moves off her.

Given her size it was a pleasant surprise she was light on her feet, and Absinth appeared to brace for impact- however she reared back at the last possible moment and pivoted on one hind leg. Her upper body twisted to make contact with the ground again and regain her balance, immediately spinning to lunge at Raka from behind. Her goal was to come up on the side of the orange wolf and make purchase on the back of her nape with her teeth.

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The moment Raka expected to hit her opponent, she realised her mistake. She had committed her balance to the expectation of stopped momentum. Instead, she fumbled as she attempted to put on the breaks. Stumbling as she came to an undignified stop. Absinth was like a strike of lightning. She wasn’t where Raka expected her to be, and she had no defence against the sudden contact in her nape. She felt her pulse quicken at the sudden closeness of the other wolf. The feel of her teeth in her skin was… unexpected. It brought home the fact that Absinth was not only quick witted and beautiful, but powerful as well.

She knew she was caught, and she let her body suddenly go limp. Hoping to catch the other wolf by surprise by the sudden weight in her teeth. At the same time, she twisted her head back and a little to the side. Trying to knock her antlers into the side of the other wolf's head. The motion would also curve her body into Absinth’s chest.


"Karaka"

Pure satisfaction courses through Absinth’s body as her teeth find Karaka’s flesh. She is rough in her seizing of the skin and fur, but not cruel - she goes as far as breaking skin but not drawing blood. No need to inflict more damage than necessary, after all this was a lesson, not a punishment. And hurting Raka was not on her to do list.

As she steadied herself against the girl, Karaka would take advantage of her bigger size and go limp in Absi’s jaws. She was instantly pulled with the larger girl, her monochromatic body falling in sync whilst simultaneously receiving a thwack on the side of her skull by those beautifully adorned horns. Absinth gritted her teeth, releasing her opponent as she stumbled on top of her. There was a sting at her temple, but it was welcomed. Especially since she was now faced with the prospect of having Raka in such a position as this. Below her. “Ahh.” She purred, one emerald eye squinting as she grappled with the pain of the hit to her head. “I suppose you did earn your reward with that counter. What does my lovely Raka desire?” She asked, pressing her chest down into Karaka’s body, a smirk spreading across her face.

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The mock battle told Raka how easily Absinth could overpower her. The horned wolf might stand a little taller, but it didn’t make up for the experience or drive of the white wolf. Perhaps it would have been wise to grow fearful, but Raka found herself grinning as they tussled in close proximity.

She wasn’t expecting her counter to be terribly effective, and was surprised when she felt Absinth pulled down with her, and her horns smacking into the side of her pretty friend's face. It took her a moment to fully appreciate her sudden position. With Absinth on top of her, half over her body. Raka’s own belly in the dirt, Absinth’s teeth still scraping her skin. Her heartbeat picked up even further, and she felt heat curling in her belly… and other places. She gave a couple quick little breaths of surprise and confusion at the new sensations.

Just as she was coming to terms with how they were positioned, she felt Absinth push the weight of her chest down on top of her. The older, more experienced wolf trapped her in the dirt. What did she want? Her thoughts felt scrambled, and her face was on fire. “I…” her lips parted, but no further words followed. She gave a couple of slow breaths, trying to bring her thoughts to reign. “....Surprise me”


"Karaka"

Absinth was enthralled. Her pretty little Raka, breathless and overwhelmed by the position they were in. Gorgeous as she experienced the tension building between them. Absi relished the little puffs of excitement the girl released, the heat of their bodies at a near burn. She was beside herself, eager to hear Karaka’s request. But the younger woman could not bring herself to answer, instead offering that she decide the reward. Oh. Oh. Absinth should not have been left with the decision. There was no way she could help herself. It was impossible to deny the attraction she held for Karaka, the pull to indulge. What else was she to do?

With a wicked grin, she maneuvered her fores to shift Raka onto her back- a feat only possible with the girl’s willingness to accept her every move. Truly, she was so enamored, wasn’t she? Her innocent demeanor begging to be sullied by lascivious whims. So, when she was face to face with her beautiful friend, Absinth pressed downwards into her. Her body falling into the bigger girl’s curvature, easily capturing her in an amorous embrace from chest to lower regions. “Do you think you can handle your surprise? Absinth warned lustfully, her maw dropping to the softer skin of Karaka’s chest, offering her small nibbles of a seductive nature. Finally touching Karaka as she had desired from the moment they’d met. “Choose.” Absinth followed up by raising her skull to gaze at the reaction of the younger woman, smiling broadly as she awaited an answer.

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Her heart hammered in her chest as Absinth didn’t respond with words. The older wolf instead shifted her, turning her until Raka’s back was against the earth, and her vulnerable stomach was exposed to the green eyed wolf above her. She couldn’t deny how exposed she felt in that position, her bright eyes wide as they watched Absinth. Feeling the enormous gulf of experience between the two of them. She barely knew Absinth. In truth, they’d had less than a day to get to know each other, spread over two meets. But she trusted this wolf who pinned her to the earth. Perhaps that trust was born out of naivety and attraction, but it was there all the same.

With the slow and steady movements of a seductress, the older woman pressed down into her. Her lithe, toned form touched every available space of Raka. From chest, to hip, to tail. At this point, Raka’s breathing was soft little gasps and she did start to feel afraid. Afraid of how little experience she had. Afraid of how much affection she had for this near stranger. Afraid that she didn’t fully know where this was going - and afraid that she did.

She could feel the way each little breath pushed against Absinth. She could see the other wolf move, barely perceptibly, with each breath. So closely entwined were they now. In many circles, Raka would still be considered a child. A yearling. One who had played with fire, and would find the consequences pressing down on her now. The problem was, she wasn’t wise enough to lift her paws from the flame. She raised a paw, and pressed it gently against the side of Absinth’s head as the other wolf pressed her teeth in little pinches across her skin. Raka made a very small, very slight noise. Not quite a gasp. “Ch… Choose between what?” she whispered.


"Karaka"

Absinth was stricken with the boiling of her covetous blood beneath her skin once again. She could think of nothing else, see nothing else but the sunrise-colored girl below her. Her winsome features, and the dancing of her two stones. One of which represented Absinth herself, which was all the more enchanting. “Don’t be scared… ” Her fervent nips at Karaka’s chest turned into slow kisses as she traveled up the girl’s throat, trailing a path that stopped at the horned girl’s jawline. Green eyes sought to comfort the girl with both softness and intensity, a powerful mix that only grew in prominence once Raka’s paw found its way to caressing the side of Absinth’s skull.

Instead of answering Karaka’s gasped question, Absinth instead chose to reply through action. She focused her gaze on those bright blue eyes, so inexperienced and unsure. She could feel the slight fear, the insecurity of what came next - and while she desired so badly to push Raka further and further… to press for more. Absinth simply couldn’t. She could not bring herself to force the girl into things she did not fully understand. How soft of me. Even so, Absinth ventured to give the girl a new sample of what the future could hold. A temptation placed strategically to keep Karaka coming back for more. Gently, as soft as a breeze, the monochromatic woman pressed her lips to Raka’s own for a second time. Her kiss was soft, reassuring. But she did not cut the contact as swiftly as their first kiss, no, not this time. She was so ravenous that she deepened the kiss, making it a passionate affair. Absinth's head tilted to the side, leaning into Raka's paw with half-lidded eyes; her breathing accelerating and catching as she gently nipped at the other girl's lips between her own groans of wanting. It was difficult for her to pull away from for many moments - save for the need to breath. As she broke free from the kiss, she panted softly, and suddenly grew concerned for the effect she might have inflicted upon her younger companion. Fuck. I over did it.

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Everything she was feeling was hot and sharp, like electricity running through her veins. She was utterly aware of Absinth. Of the way her skin and fur felt pressed up against Raka. There was an ache blossoming down below that she was definitely embarrassed about. Warmth and need, spurred on by the nip of Absinth’s teeth in her skin. She was very, very aware that she was in too deep. But such a large part of her didn’t want to pull up. Didn’t want to let go of this moment, as terrifying as it was.

The orange wolf shivered as Absinth’s muzzle travelled up her throat. It left her feeling vulnerable and electrified, and so utterly alive. Feeling along with her instincts instead of experience, she felt herself arch up, pressing tighter against Absinth. She let the grip of her paw turn into claws. Digging into the fur against Absinth’s cheek. At the same moment, Absinth pressed her muzzle down onto Raka’s. Claiming her, tasting her, and pressing into her. Raka returned the affection. Her innocent, childish affections sharpened into something more. A part of her felt in that moment that she would follow Absinth to the end of the world if the white wolf but asked it of her.

She felt soft little whimpers build in her throat. She dug her claws deeper into Absinth. Pulling her closer as she felt the nip against her lip. Copying the more experienced wolf, she let her own teeth pull at the dark lips pressing against her - - and then it was over. Absinth pulled back, and they were both gasping for air. Raka was filled with so much feeling and she didn’t know what to do with it. She wanted to pull Absinth down harder against her and… and… and she didn’t know what.


"Karaka"

Absinth was completely enjoying herself. Her lustful desires overtaking all rationality, particularly as her dear Raka reacted so wonderfully to her touch. An arched back, of which she would have been damned if she did not grind back down into, and the claws that dug into the flesh of her cheek so deliciously. Absinth’s eyes closed tightly, reveling in the sensation they were sharing. Karaka was whimpering below her, pulling her, digging her nails deeper into Absinth’s skin… She was hard pressed to break off the kiss when she did, breathlessly fighting the pulses of pleasure that could so easily take the rhyme and reason away from her once again. But she had to stop here. It would have been near criminal if she did not.

As she gasped for air, Absinth stared intensely at the her horned darling – still below her and looking so edible. She could see the desire, the fettered need. It was so exciting to keep her hooked, to keep the younger girl wanting. She let her lips slip into a coy smile, sitting up to trace slow circles into the soft fur of Karaka’s upper belly. “Well, did you like your surprise?” Her tone was taunting, rugged in the aftermath of their immodest… encounter. Though she did not wait for Raka to answer before she rose to sit on her haunches, licking her lips of any salivatory evidence.
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Cold air rushed between them as Absinth sat up. Sitting on her, but putting space between their upper halves. The difference in temperature left her feeling feverish, and her eyes burned, locked onto Absinth as the older wolf traced circles in her coat. Little flickers of fire drawn around, and around, and around with such a simple brush of a delicate white paw. The need inside of her was not quieting. If anything, every little thing Absinth did seemed to stoke it further. It was a want. Something selfish and desperate that left Raka feeling rather helpless in its grasp.

“It was… certainly surprising” She said, her voice breathless and a little hoarse. Absinth sat back further, and Raka found herself sitting up as well. Trying to draw back into the other wolf's space. Gravitating towards her. “What…” she flushed deeply at the audacity, innocence, and inexperience of her question. “Do women… do. To-to…” so much heat in her cheeks. It was almost hotter than the inferno in her belly now. “Please each other.”


"Karaka"

She was taken with Karaka’s response, consumed with the knowledge that she was making such a deep rooted impression on the girl. It was its own provocation. The knowing that she was ingraining herself within her orange beauty’s memory. As she pulled away further, Raka followed. The girl drifted back into her space so perfectly, with such inclination to continue their filthy dance…. Absinth stood her ground against the larger wolf, her eyes flashing with the threat to Raka’s innocence she truly was. Mmm. But nothing could have prepared Absi for the hot-blooded words that left the horned girl’s clouded mind.

“Ahh. Curious, aren’t you?” Absinth giggled, the corners of her eyes wrinkling in delight at the innocently racy question. Her only experience with a man being Aresenn, but that did not mean she hadn’t picked up a few of her drunken mother’s detailed whorehouse ramblings of it all… Still, She’d had triflings with other girls before.. So her answer came with no hesitation, a purr of a response she hoped would drive more heat to accumulate within the other girl’s core. Just as her own was. “Well. You know how much you love my tongue. It does much more than get me into trouble.” The monochromatic woman rumbled out huskily, her smile morphing into a wicked grin as she awaited the implications to hit home for Karaka. For added measure, she licked her lips slowly, absolutely giddy with the tease.

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Well… yes. Curious in a way she had never ever considered she could be before Absinth. This was a whole new side of life to explore that she was only barely bruised the surface of. Cautiously, testing the waters, she reached out a paw and brushed a single claw slowly down Absinth’s chest as the two spoke.

As Absinth explained in cryptic hints, Raka began to get an inkling. She flushed even further as understanding came to her. Her eyes followed the slow circuit the green eyed wolf's tongue made across her muzzle. Wondering what it would feel like… how had she gone down this path? Half lying in the dirt, the most striking woman she had ever met teasing her, taunting. Weaponizing her experience and strength in ways Raka never would have dreamed of. Absinth’s tongue might get her into trouble, and Raka was starting to wonder if her own wasn’t going to land her in the flames as well. “Absinth…” she said the other wolf’s name slowly, cautiously. Knowing she could well be setting this slowly blossoming… something on fire. “Can I go with you?” she didn’t know - and she wasn’t sure she cared - where that led her. She only knew that she was utterly smitten.


"Karaka"

She allowed Karaka to stroke a claw down her chest, Absinth’s words rumbling through the appendage as she bawdily explained of tongues and trouble. It was plain to see that the girl had grasped her meaning. Very good. She released a deep sigh, enjoying the additional touch in combination with their close quarters. It felt good. It beckoned her for more. What was even better was the reactive nature of her young amour, the flush of her orange cheeks, the baited breathing; all of it driving Absinth wild with the need to possess Raka. Keep her close, keep her safe, keep her. It was a resounding sentiment, equally growing as her desire did. It was paramount that she keep her limbs planted where they were in the ground, there would be no telling what they would do if she moved now. Those things had a mind of their own, you know.

Yet the slow pronunciation of her name called her out from her fixated thinking. She had been staring at Raka, trying to ground herself and relax some… and now the ferocity of her growing possessiveness was being fed with kindling. The horned girl wanted to stay with her. Ah. Ah. What was this? A test from gods she did not believe in? Self-control was not indomitable. Youth was no excuse to be so damn endearing. “Karaka…” Absinth began, emeralds clouded with lust. She was really, really trying to prolong the actual conversational part of their interaction, lest they always be doomed to engage in bodily proclivities… Was that a good excuse for not wanting to ravish the girl here and now? Haha. “What of your adventures, your stories?” The older girl murmured, flicking her gaze up at the colored stones above those pretty blue eyes.

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When Absinth didn't protest the touch, she let herself grow bolder. Letting her trailing paw make its way under the other wolf's chin. Scrapping just beneath her jaw bone, and admiring the curve of the other wolf's muzzle. In fact, she let herself get so taken, studying the other wolf, that she almost lost track of the conversation. Absinth was speaking about her adventures, her stories. How did that relate to… ah, yes, right.

She blinked slowly, and looked up at the green eyed wolf. A grin peeked through her shyness, taking on an impish quality. “Why? Are you planning to have no adventures, go nowhere interesting? Are you going to lie down on this rock and refuse to move for the rest of your life?” She teased lightly, trying to ignore the slight hitch to her voice. The anxiety in her chest. She was asking for something that would change her life, and she was both terrified that Absinth would agree, and more terrified that she wouldn’t. If Absinth spurned her, she knew she would be devastated.


"Karaka"

“Nothing of the sort.” She chuckled, head cocking to the side as she focused on weighing the attachment the girl had formed with her… and Absinth couldn’t deny that she felt as though she did not want to lose her either. She was a touch obsessive like that. Perhaps that was a trait from her father, which was worrying to say the least. The hitch in Raka’s voice did not go unnoticed, nor the confused fear in her bright blue eyes… Damn. Steeling her resolve, Absinth met Karaka’s eyes, shifting into a more serious tone, her voice low. “But I will not deprive you of choice. If you wish to come along for the ride, I will not refuse you.” Emeralds sparked like electricity, the intensity of her gaze fit to consume Karaka should she stare too long. “Though you should know. I am one of the monsters I’ve warned you about. The company I keep - even more so.” She said it easily, sighing as she watched Raka for reaction. It may not have been an easy thing to understand, for how could she be some vile soul when all she had ever shown the orange girl was… her playful nature. Or, at least - her amorous side. Monochrome body made no move to stand, offering the other girl a chance to think. Even if she did not believe her now- she would in time, wouldn’t she?

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Her infatuation with Absinth was bound to lead her down a very different path then the one she had originally chosen for herself. But in that very moment, she could find no regrets with the ideas. After all, this in itself was another adventure. There was so much she could learn from Absinth. It was hard not to look up at her with wide, admiring glances. Beautiful, clever, strong and capable.

If you wish to come along for the ride, I will not refuse you.”[/b] That was it. That was [i] acceptance. She sat up a little straighter, bringing her closer to Absinth’s chest. Was it so foolish to want to follow a woman she barely knew? Letting nothing but attraction lead her own? Perhaps. But her life was her own. There was no one waiting for her, no one to care if she made foolish choices. Perhaps that was part of the attraction. Raka did not like to be alone.

She… did not understand what the other meant, saying she was one of the monsters. What she knew about Absinth - and those she followed - was that the leaders lover was religious and suicidal, and the leader reacted badly to any that offended this lover. What she knew of Absinth was some of her heritage. Her mother was a whore, and she had been raised on the streets. Her father was a man who won the rank of King, and eventually left and was making a life for herself now with a band. Nothing in what she knew would label Absinth as a monster. She leaned forward and licked the underside of Absinth’s chin, before nibbling on in the skin there. “I don’t know where this will lead me, but I think there's a lot I could learn in following you. I wish to, at least for a little while, Absinth.”


"Karaka"

Absinth was torn between preserving the innocent nature of Karaka, and corrupting her. It was an internal struggle, one that reminded her of her childhood in some sense - if you could call that a childhood. When she could not make any choices for herself, when she was a cog in someone else’s design. A faceless figure among thousands in a crowd. But this girl was not like that. Untouched by cruelty. Oblivious to suffering. She was beautiful, open, willful, and that may have been far more dangerous. She wanted to keep Karaka close. Wanted to morph her into something… something that would never be powerless. A kindness, she justified to herself, one no one had bestowed on her when she was a yearling.

Could you call it kindness if what resulted turned out worse than the original path you tried to change?

Perhaps, if she let Raka be close. Let her follow. Let her know her… What? There were no happy endings. Did she even want a happy ending? No. She thought she'd much prefer leaving the world as she came into it. In a battle for life, fighting to take a breath. On the road there, why not have a hand in what this lovely girl became?

The answer Absinth had waited for would come. Karaka lamented the unknown factors of her decision, and that she still wanted to stay despite the warning given. At least for a little while. Ah. Her eyes closed, taking in a deep breath. She was having difficulty containing her thrill, that horrid excitement. That greedy part of her that always wanted more. Would she be capable of letting the girl go after, if she chose to leave in the end?

A problem for a later date. Absinth finally moved, the enticement of the horned girl’s attention at her chin getting a reaction all at once. The monochromatic fae invaded Raka’s space, claiming dominion over the girl with her taller standing position. Of course the second the orange girl chose to stand would mean Absinth getting dwarfed, but in a way that was its own… allure. So she took her time, her eyes tracing every curve of those adorned horns, her paw coming to bat at the stone which immortalized her memory again. Then, a wicked grin spread across her face, a seductive purr wrapping every word she spoke. “How.. many memories can one stone hold?” How many could they make? Her eyes dropped to Raka’s eyes, then her lips, those inviting things that beckoned more of her. Just like the owner of them.

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Watching Absinth react to her was a heedy drug all by itself. Knowing she impacted this exotic beauty thrilled her, and She grinned as Absinth invaded her space. Standing over her, powerful and tall. Raka was okay with that. She already knew that Absinth was the stronger of the two of them. Experienced, cunning, and irresistible.

“Mmm…. as many as I can remember” She teased back, her voice a little breathless as she took in that inviting expression. She rose a little off the ground, pressing herself against Absinth again. Raising her paws to lock them behind Absinth’s neck, pulling the other wolf closer to her. She pressed her lips to Absinth, letting her eyes flutter as she let her tongue sneak out, teasing it across Absinth’s muzzle. Brushing it against her sharp fangs…

… and then tightened her grip behind Absinth, twisting her body, and sweeping her paws across the white wolf’s as she attempted to topple Absinth over, onto her side, onto her back. Rolling them until Absinth was captured under her. Raka’s eyes danced as she looked down at the slightly smaller wolf. Now, now she was in control… “My turn” She teased.


"Speech"

‘As many as I can remember.’ The words alone were a thrilling enticement, spoken upon breathless lips and straight into Absinth’s waiting ears. Her gaze bore holes into the younger girl, even as the latter rose to meet Absinth’s gaze, pressing dangerously against her chest. Raka’s fores would venture to clasp around the monochromatic female's neck, pulling her closer into a sweetly intoxicating kiss.

Ah. Fuck. Absinth’s mind wailed with resistance as she fought the allure of the sunset girl, their lips fighting for dominance as tongues met teeth and the soft flesh of their respective maws. Absinth, so willing to indulge the girl’s advances, was taken by surprise as her larger companion suddenly forced her balance backwards – shoving her unto her back with a rolling motion. As they met the ground Absinth released a huff, excitement and astonishment equally overtaking her features as she settled her gaze back onto the bright blues of Raka’s. She was the more experienced wolf here, but the other girl held the advantage of size and weight. Being as this was not a battle of blood and teeth… Absinth was trapped as she did not desire to hurt Karaka in the slightest. She much rather indulge.

Absinth grinned up at her horned beauty, eyes flashing with challenge at her teasing declaration. My turn? What exactly did she expect to do? “And what exactly will you do, my love?” Desire burned like molten rock within her emeralds — in her veins; but the opportunity to tease Karaka was impossible to pass up. Inconceivable to allow the girl’s confidence to diminish, even if she had to play being at her mercy.
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