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Published: 2017-05-10 02:26:42 +0000 UTC; Views: 1332; Favourites: 78; Downloads: 0
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Warm water lapped around her knees, swelling and falling with the rise of the tied. It was a pleasant sensation, seeping into her body.Β Casually she looked about, where was he?She had been waiting for him to arrive, perhaps he was running late?
Her employer would be disappointed to know how she had chosen to spend her time, but it was hers to use as she saw fit. And so Sirse decided to wait. The swimsuit she had chosen fit her slender frame well, not to audacious, yet it did carry subtly with the style of the season. Smiling, she ran a hand down her body.
He would come eventually.
And she would wait.
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Clearly the thought had not occurred to her, the differences in their age, that one day that her lover's live will have to end. Several methods sprang to mind in rapid succession, there were so many ways a mortal being could prolong its life. She could, she... Sirse let the though go, feeling ashamed of herself. She was the one being selfish now, moral, for a time she had envied them, simple, short lives, but happy ones, who was she to try and prolong what was not hers to change. Instead, she closed her arms tightly around him and hugged with all her strength.
Breaking apart, Sirse freed her hands.
'I...There is, so much you kneed to know. Not here though, later. For now,' The familiar power begins to return to Sirse's little frame as she shakes off the doubts, and uncertainties of the future. Her spine straitens, as her posture becomes that of regal femininity. 'For now, I want you to love me.'
Tiny fingers tug loose the hem of the towel, and let to pool at her feet.
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My heart beats wildly as she approaches me in her pure naked form. My mind goes back to the time we were back on Isla Nublar and I held her back then similarly. We were not looking to copulate but for assurance, each one holding on to the other, making sure that we were still physically present.
Despite the tightness in my loins, I do not give in to the urge to ravage her on the spot. She is a queen, regal in stature and thus, must be treated accordingly and loved with much tenderness and respect. I hold her in an embrace named for my species but loosely, guaranteed not to crush her but to let her know that there is no escaping from me. We engage each other in the first of many kisses, each one burning each other's fur with the heat we generate from our emotions. I let my paws roam all over her; to tickle, to tease, to caress, and to squeeze. Finally, when I can sense she is getting impatient, I no longer hold back and I press a digit tenderly into her lower fold, feeling the warmth and the slickness. She is unable to voice out any cry but I feel her body squeeze hard on my thumb, almost crushing it. I speak softly in her ear.
"Ah, mon petit cheri, what I would give to hear you cry out but since that is not possible along with texting, tap me once on the shoulder if what I do hurts you."
I feel nothing except further pressure on my thumb. I smile and whisper to her, "Your slave willingly obeys your command, my queen." And I continue pleasuring her in that manner until she has her first orgasm.
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Mouth working is small gasping motions, Sirse closed her senses to the world around her. The moment was all that matted now. She relished his touch, massive paws cupping her, lifting her up and driving her back down again, the motion carrying with in intoxicating waves of pain and pleasure. As he had pushed into her soft folds, the realization of his warning came to her, their difference in size became shockingly apparent.
Eyes clenched shut, she rode out the moment, once, twice, three... Her body began to ease, struggling at first, to encompass him. Determination and sheer stubbornness prevented her from calling out, to reach up and grasp his shoulder, to look into his eyes and ask him to stop. Instead, she grit her teeth, and willed herself on, moving past the pain of her body, embracing the growing warmth within her.
She could feel him connected to her like nothing before, feel the hot pulse of his blood, the slickness of her body as it struggled to draw him deeper, and beneath the surface, a great longing, a hunger that she had held in check for decades, awake.
Opening her eyes, she felt the fires rising within her, fanned with each thrust, until she felt a blaze of pure desire wash over her. Hands snapping up she could feel the tendrils of her hunger reaching out to him. Golden energy of rejuvenation, of creation, of life. Fingers digging into his chest, Sirse could only rake her claws against her lovers chest, screaming her silent scream of pure joy. Throwing her head back she screamed, mouth open as her eyes clenched closed, her whole body contracting in on itself, she dug her claws into him as the wave of ecstasy overcame her.
Power erupted around her, searing hot, burning and wild. Around her the wold dissolved into a blur of senses, sound, and emotions. She could feel him like never before, and in that moment she could not tell where he ended and she began. Around you, petals of a hundred different flowers begin to fall, manifesting themselves from thin air.
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Sirse could not remember how long the moment lasted, only that he was still inside her, hot and burning, unspent...
Hands shaking with the extent energy, she focused on him, her Bear, hers and hers alone. Dripping her muzzle she peered up at her lover, tiny fingers digging into his fur. She began to move with him, urging him on, her eyes burned with a new need, a secret desire, that only he could grant. Her eyes said it all, whispering, 'Please... Please... inside me.'
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As she came, her power became all too apparent as I could feel the energy emanate from her like the sun beating down on the hot sands of Sahara Square during a scorching heat wave. Except hers was ten time stronger. I held on to her as she experienced the peaks of her pleasure for if I didn't, I would have been lost in a nameless void, pulled into an airless limbo from which I felt I would not have been able to emerge. As long as we were physically connected, I was safe. But, I was unsure how much longer I could hold off from my own orgasm as she was incredibly tight. What stopped me from an early release was that I could see from her face that she was pushing herself to take me on, even though she was physically hurting by doing so. Yet, I could not stop her. She was my queen.
"Your loving servant hears and obeys, your majesty." I say as I grasp her by her sides and begin thrusting into her with as much force as I dare without breaking her in two. Yet, she matches my thrusts with those of her own till I finally release my seed into her womb, roaring out in pleasure as I do.
When I am spent, I lay on my side and hold her in my arms, cuddling her like my species is wont to do. She fits snugly against my chest and I curl around her protectively. Just before sleeps overtakes the both of us, I nuzzle her and whisper softly into her ear, "Your vassal will always be beside you my queen. I was not there to protect you during the uprising in the fey courts. But I am here, now till Death comes in the night to claim me."
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Eyes closed, Sirse listened to her lovers deep breathing, the steady rise and fall of his chest coupled with the rhythmic drumming of his massive heart. A good heart, she mused as her fingers moved up to caress the fur just above the muscle.
Her mind wandering, she let herself bask in the warm glow of the warmth surrounding his embrace. It was a great joy to be in those arms, safe arms, that held her close. She could feel him now, his mind open a crack more than it had been before as she had glimpsed his soul in their moment of passion.
Her mind kept reliving the passion up to that moment, his careful thrusting taking on a hungry need near the end. The controlling side of his brain that held his wild impulses in check slipping away, becoming primal in his moment of need. And when he had exploded, spent his seed within her, she found herself screaming with him as the fire ripped through her as well. She could still feel his seed within her, wet and stick, it clung to her thighs and upper legs.
It was a mess, and there was pain as well, but it was a good pain. A deep emptiness had finally been filled by his presence within her and in that moment, she had never felt so complete. Casual fingers moved over his fur, thick, warm, soft fur.
Craning her neck, she stretched to plant a kiss on his cheek and settled herself into his embrace. Arms moving to cup his large chest.
My bear. Mine. She thought as she closed her eyes and let sleep take her.
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My dreams were pleasant at first. Memories of our dates, the silly adventures we had with Amenii and Nera, the laughter and the passion of our lovemaking. All of these merging into one joyous dance. But then, dark tendrils appeared, slowly snuffing out the lightheartedness and joy, replacing it with anguish and sorrow. A royal court where seven thrones form a semi-circle around a small creature on all paws and knees, desperately clasping her throat, grimacing in pain as blood drips from between its paws.
A disembodied voice is announcing what seems to be a death sentence.
"For your crimes against the Fey Court, for daring to use one of the Forbidden Spells which would have wreaked havoc in the Fey Kingdom, The Queens of the Fey Council judge you guilty of crimes against the Fey World and hereby sentence you to an eternity of silence. Your vocal chords have magically been removed, hopefully causing you much pain, and your Soul has been bound in this little creature's form. We cast you out from the Fey Kingdom forever."
Suddenly, a shout arises from the doorway, where a huge warrior stands, sword drawn. "My Queen! What have they done to you?" as he rushes towards the small creature in the centre.
The voice continues, "We, however, will show some pity for you. We will send you along with your consort bodyguard. However," the voice sneers as it seems to derive sadistic pleasure in tormenting the small creature, "he will be bound in an animal that is ten times your size and his memory of you will be stripped from him. Have fun convincing him that you are husband and wife. It will be fun watching you attempting a physical impossibility!" the voice cackles.
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Sirse awoke with a start, not sure what had pulled her from her slumber. Something had changed, something subtle, she detected its source a second later. Her lover's chest rose and fell with an unnatural speed. This close to his chest she could hear the irregular thumping, as though something was chasing him.
Fingers working into his fur, she could feel his muscles tensing, going taunt as if he were fighting some terrible battle. The powerful arms that encircled her flexed, suddenly changing from a caring embrace, to a crushing hug that expelled the breath from her lungs.
Straining under the sudden pressure that threatened to crush her, she opened her mouth, only to remember the futility of such a gesture.
Above her, her lover grunted, low and angry to her ears. She could see his eyes working behind their lids. Pushing herself up did little good as she became frantic, clenching her fists she began to beat against his chest.
Spots danced before her eyes as her desperation grew. How could he be such a heavy sleeper? Her pounding slowed, she was just to little to make a noticeable differences. Conserve oxygen, that is what she needed to do. Wriggling, she tried to reach for his face, hee fingers falling inches short.
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In my dream, I am seeing the viewpoint of the huge warrior as I approach the small creature but as I do, a transformation starts to occur. Fur begins to appear all over me, large hands turning into paws with monstrous claws and I feel my face extend into a muzzle full of sharp teeth. I am soon forced to go on all fours and instead of words, I begin to speak in growls and grunts. As I reach out to the small creature, I am shocked to find Sirse on the floor who also is extending her paw to me. But instead of reaching for my paw, she extends a single claw to painfully hit my nose with it, drawing blood.
I suddenly awaken, thrashing about, grasping at my nose, realizing the pain is real and I am bleeding. In the meantime, I had released Sirse and who had tumbled to the ground and was attempting to catch her breath, gasping and wheezing, fighting for air as if someone had attempted to choke her. Belatedly, I realize that while I dreamt, I must have unconsciously been squeezing her, like a frightened child does her toy when having a nightmare.
I slowly reach out a paw to help her up. I chastised myself for being such a brute and I apologized to her for being one. For the second time that day, I hung my head in shame.
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One, two, three deep breaths later and the spots that were dancing in her vision cleared. The warm beach air had never tasted so good as she had filled her lungs with it. Her primary concern, surviving the next thirty seconds accomplished, Sirse turned her attention back to the original problem. Across from her, head held in shame, her lover looked like he wanted nothing but to fade into the sand itself. No, that would not do.
Rising to her feet, Sirse felt her body protest at the use of muscles so soon and the tenderness between her legs bit at her with each step. All that was nothing to her though, Gus needed her now and that was what mattered. Arms moving to take his hanging paws in her own, she positioned herself to be directly under his downcast gaze, before she began to click out her words.
βAre you allright?β Hazel eyes look searchingly up at you. βYou were having a very intense dream, or more likely a nightmare.β
Without asking, she slid her nude form to embrace his, letting her warmth transfer over to him, and with it her sense of calm, assuring him everything would be alright.
'Do not be ashamed my Bear, we all have dreams.'
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I nuzzle her in silent thanks. However, my shame still lingers. I reach out to hold her, to feel her physically in my arms again. The dream...it was so real! I shudder at the memory. But I set it aside to concentrate on the beautiful nude vixen who has not only inserted herself into my arms but into my life.
"I thank you, my love. And you truly are that. I was afraid that I would hurt you during our lovemaking, but you have proven me wrong, time and again. I cannot put in words how grateful I am that you have come into my life. I can only wish that we could be together always. For as I am your bear, you are my vixen, my one and only, to love and to hold, to cherish in sickness and in health. You have my love and desire, till death do we part."
Belatedly, I realize that I had uttered a marriage summoning of sorts. Harmless in itself. Since we had made love, I knew she had established a bond with me that went deeper than mere rings on each other's paws. If she did not respond in kind, the bond remained but we would not be mates. Merely lovers. However, if she chose to respond...it meant she wanted me to be more than just a lover. I dared not hold my hopes so high. As I could not retract the summoning, I chose to tell her about my lingering shame.
"My shame lingers on, however, because of not only having a nightmare that resulted in my almost killing you. No. It was the nightmare itself. It...it was so real...as if I had previously lived a life before...a life where you and I were already mates...and...we were not animals? And I had failed to protect you, my queen."
My queen. Why does it feel so right to call her that?
"The dream does not make any sense to me. Does this perchance have anything about the story you were about to tell me?"Β
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Mental anguish did not describe the agony she was in. Not by far. Truly Yeats had spoken true, when he had written. βThings fall apart, the center cannot hold.β As it felt as though the second coming was upon her. And now he wanted forbidden knowledge. Something that even she had been Bound by to forget, to repress, to let go. With great care she clicked out her response:
βTheseβ¦dreams you are having. You, must speak with C.S. And do so soon. Or I fear something terrible may happen.β
There was so much turbulent emotions running through her, around her, between them. The air was saturated with them, and if she closed her eyes she could feel the chaotic energies flowing around her like lashing tendrils in a storm. Her mind was torn, saddened by what was happening, it was as though the universe itself was playing some cruel jape on her, as to force her hand, force her to act. Her employer, the meddler, had warned her such a day may come to pass, and now it seemed to be upon her.
The urge to scream in frustration, to unleash a turbulent wave of power and push back all that was, these memories, the feelings, that were ensnaring her, drawing her back into a world she had worked so hard to flee. But, that would not be fair to the creature before her.
With deep regret, she clicked on her response, paused, deleted it and started again.
βKnow this My Bear. That I love you deeply, and that if it is your desire to take me as your mate, than I accept.β Looking up the dimming sky, the sun was just beginning to sink into the ocean, casting the last flickers of light. Above, the first stars were beginning to come out, winking at her from their lofty perch, old and immortal they who saw all. βLet the stars above stand testament to my words.β
There was no clap of energy, no evocation of power at the sound of her words. Only a sense of whole, a promise shared between her and her lover. The old words came back to her, and though she knew what they may bring she spoke them anyways.
βAnd I am yours, And you are mine.β Eyes look you to you. βAlways, and forever.β
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At her words, the ancient marriage ritual was done. No flashing lights, no thunder. Just a peaceful harmony. My heart fills with love for my vixen.Β I pick her up gently and lay her against my chest. I kiss her now and this kiss is so much more special as this is the first kiss as mates. No fanfare, no choirs of angels singing. Just her and I, expressing our love for one another before an audience of stars as they were our silent witnesses to the many acts of love that followed inside the privacy of the cabana.
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End.
Ah, and now, enjoy the night as come the dawn...
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I put my glass down and move to go behind her. I place my paws on her shoulder, slowly massaging away the stress I see. I hesitate, not wanting to seem forward, but I cannot stand the sight of her unhappiness. The shock of seeing her wound, drives me to take the next step. I slowly lean my head down so that my muzzle is near her ear. I softly say, "Only if you want to, mon petit cheri." I then slowly nuzzle her neck area, slowly planting butterfly kisses where the scar lay. My heart breaks that she had to suffer such a wound. I hesitate to ask her when, where, who and why but I hold myself back. When she is ready, she will tell me.Β I say to myself. Again, just like back in the tree in Isla Nublar, I encompass her form in my arms, bringing her to my chest, arms crossed protectively around her, my head resting on hers, as I allow tears to flow forth. The injustice hits me, the anger within burning like a hot poker in my heart. I cannot speak as I fear I would break down totally in front of her and demand an explanation. Again, I restrain the inner fury and just hold her against me, trying to convey that I would be there for her, and would not allow anything to hurt her in the future. It would have to be over my dead body.
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Her slender arms move to embrace your arms folded over her. Taking a deeo breath, Sirse calms herself.
What is wrong with me?
So many emotions, ones she had fought and trained so hard to control had slowly bubbled to the surface. Another breath, focusing on the moment, rather than the past, she let the moment fill her.
The warmth of the sun now shaded by the canopy overhead. The tingling of the wine as it worked its way through the her system. And above all else, the warmth of the arms around her.
Slowly, ever so slowly the memory faded, and with it she closed the door on that part of her mind, and turned the mental key. Another time, but not here.
Picking at her watch, she gives you another squeeze. 'I'm okay. It was just a memory, I had not dwelled on in a very long time.'
Peeking up at you through your embrace, the fires begin to rekindle in those hazel eyes.
'Now, are you going to tell me more about your technology program you are working on assembling?'
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She's so BEAUTIFUL D':
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Thank you, it's her lineage, it tends to show. 
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Thank you, it's from her mother's side of the family, and it shows. Being in a two piece bikini does help though.
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Awww, you draw foxies as cute as you draw the bunnies.
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Thank you, she does have some help due to her ancestry, that and the two piece bikini does help a little.
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Thank you, she likes to get out, and after all she's been through a break was in order.
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You're Β welcome. I see:3.
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*rubs sunscreen on arie's fur*
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Thank you, it's mostly on her mothers side that she gets the looks from. :3
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Ooooo what her mom look like
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She certainly is, and has the body for it too. ^.^
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