Varia

[Silverlily]

OCC - this thread is closed at this time, only for wolfie69 and Silverlily. It is a continuation of sorts from a very old thread called Monster Bash. Due to the fact neither of us has much time, resulting in a very slow thread, we thought we'd keep it between ourselves for now. Thank you.

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How long has it been? The eons whisper and buzz about her dreams, fleeting, faint, never more than the shadows of half-memories. Still, in the tempest, a recurring theme threads its way, strong and steady. Golden eyes, rough yet silky fur, a haunting howl; it is Varia. He is there as he has always been.

Elizabeta sat up with a start, clutching the thin sheet to her shaking body. The mirror in the corner showed a pale face and troubled, dark eyes. Only the occasional flicker of the candle’s flame revealed the shocking blue they truly were. A hand absently brushed back thick hair, blacker than the depths of hell. The figure in the mirror smiled ruefully, as if to say how appropriate, the darkness. Moments passed as Elizabeta examined this alter ego, this shade that was allowed vulnerability.

A soft noise shattered the introspection, the soft click of a nail on stone. Somewhere deep in the remains of the castle, Varia was prowling in wolf form. Elizabeta let her consciousness flow outward, seeking the werewolf. Down ruinous stairwells, through decaying halls, she found him walking his usual perimeter. Despite the obvious inoccupancy of the castle, occasionally someone from the village felt compelled to be certain the horror was gone. The fright of a snarling wolf usually prevented anyone from noticing how much larger and unusually aware this one was. She smiled, faithful Varia, loyal in spite of his nearly tangible pain.

Perhaps that was what attracted her, a torment to match her own. They were both so alone in the world, could it be that is why there was solace to be found in his embrace? Elizabeta chided herself for thinking such things, what end did they serve? She was who she was and Varia was just that, Varia. After that horrible night all those years ago, that was enough. The blood that filled the halls had faded and the screams were mere echoes and life, undead as it was, must go on. Pulling a sheer robe over herself, Elizabeta silently called to Varia.

 

[wolfie69]

Moon Glow, shadows, soft furtive sounds in the night from the small creatures, strong, the fear scent of larger animals, as they sensed his presence. A thousand smells on the wind. In this form he could read the wind, the vibrations in the earth told him nothing was near that was a danger to him.

He knew she was there, inside the castle. He had been aware of her for a short time. Why had she come back? She was one of the few who had escaped the savagery of that night long ago, so why would she return.

He had dreamed of her many nights, confused dreams of longing, fear and hatred. She had a power over him that he could not deny. He had stayed in wolf form and kept his distance since she had returned. Now, he could feel her calling him, not commanding him to her, no it was more of a plea soft and insistent. He could refuse but did not.

Slowly, carefully he made his way to her chamber. The last time he had been there...

Blood, death, pain, fire, smoke noise. How many had he killed that night to reach Elizabeta's room? When the attack had come he was in wolf form and his instinct was to protect. Protect her he did with a savagery he could not control. He had reached her and her, once human, lover. He had led the two of them to safety through the destruction, the screams and the horror. Once he had them safe he had left them to go as they would...


A shiver passed through his strong frame as he approached her door. Slowly, cautiously he entered, not sure of what would be.

 

[Silverlily]

Her door slowly swung open and the dark shape of the wolf filled the frame. Golden eyes glowed from deep within the shadow. Even had she not had use of her sight, she would have seen him clearly. His energy burned bright in golds, greens, edged in slate. His scents, warm fur, damp earth, blood from a recent kill, and yet something so human pulled her in, intoxicating. She could feel herself start to slip into his primal nature. How she longed to feel the warmth and breath of mortality.

Steeling her will, she regained control. “I am who I am and he is who he is,” went through her head, a familiar mantra. Looking up in mock severity, she scolded, “I called Varia, not a wolf. I expect this situation to be remedied. Now.” The shadow withdrew and with a blast of energy that rocked her consciousness, a shape of a man reappeared. “Excellent,” she purred. Rising from her bed, she covered the space between in a few strides. Elizabeta was well aware neither of them was clothed in the least, and though her skin ached for his hands, her arrogance held her aloof. “Advise me as to the security of this place. Are we wise to remain?” she asked.

Her words fell between them like ice. Elizabeta could sense Varia closing up, shutting her out. She cursed her coldness, the harsh face she hid behind. So desperately, she wanted to hold him, open herself and let him consume her. But if Varia ever knew, that horrible truth, how could he do other than revile her? Unbidden, tears shimmered in her eyes and her hand reached out of its own will, brushing dark hair from shining eyes. “Varia, I…I didn’t mean…I don’t…” Overwhelming frustration and uncertainty threatened to crush her as her precarious control slowly started to unravel.

 

[wolfie69]

Looking, stonily at this woman before him. Her touch sending electic desire through his body, he replied harshly "It will not be safe to stay in this portion of the castle. I will show you where it is safe."

He wanted to pull away, he wanted to grab her but could not. Her power over him both attracted and repelled him. He wanted to be free to do as he chose.

"Follow me" He said and turned to go. He led her down through ruined rooms where so much death and destruction had come, years ago. Through an inner courtyard and down into a passage. He did not look to see if she followed, he felt her there behind him. He could feel her essence, her scent and it aroused him. It had been so long...

Once through the passage he led her down a narrow stair that turned into a natural tunnel. In a few moments they emerged into a cavern. A left over from the time before time, light filtered in from fissures high above. Ledges at the sides made for natural sleeping ledges. He had scavenged through the ruined castle and brought furs to line the ledges. In the middle of the chamber was a pool of naturally hot water.

"You will be much safer and more comfortable here, My Lady."
She gave him a sharp glance and he looked away.
" The water is not too hot, if you would bathe"
"If you would like refreshment, I will try to provide what you desire."

He wanted to take her in his arms and kiss her deeply. To run his hands over her perfect body. To caress her. Lay her down on a sleeping ledge and take her savagely and tenderly. He could feel his mouth surrounding her nipple, feel the textures of the engorged flesh. Her woman’s scent was an almost tangible thing. His wolf persona began to react to this most elemental trigger to lust.

What was it about this woman? Why was he so attracted to her. Of course she possessed incredible beauty but that was not the answer.

He turned to go.....

 

[Silverlily]

Panic filled her as she saw him turn to leave. All this, he had done for her. And what had she done for him? Nothing less than doom him an eternal hell of entrapment as something he reviled. All those years ago, careless and impetuous, she had selected him as the target of the lycanthrope she had summoned. Summoned simply to see if she could. And she could, but little did she know the creature would require compensation, a target. Varia should not have been able to survive the attack, but he did. Could he remember her presence at his betrayal?

Exhaustion claimed the better of her. Too many nights spent turning those nightmare events over in her mind. Too many nights of empty fear and loneliness. She needed him. “Varia, please, stay,” she whispered, shaking from the strain of composure all this time. “I...I’m sorry.” A tear slid slowly down her cheek.

 

[wolfie69]

stopped, hearing the strain in her plea. He wanted to be as far away as he could. Yearning to change form and run, far and fast. The longer he stayed in her presence the more his desire built. Compelled by something unfamiliar he turned back toward her and took an involuntary half step toward her.

“I will stay” was all he could manage through his confusion.
He was not sure what to do, so he asked “Is there anything you need?”
He felt the look she gave him was full of meaning. She replied “ No, just your company, for now.”

Your sleeping ledge is there. He pointed to the nearest ledge. It was piled the softest furs he had been able to find. “If you would rest, I will keep watch”
She looked at him and shook her head no. He saw moisture in the corners of her eyes and this further troubled him. Without saying a word she walked to the steaming pool, stepped in and slowly lowered her lithe body into the pool.

His eyes followed her, watching the play of muscle beneath skin, the slight ripple of her buttocks as she stepped. Desire flared once more and his instinct was to flee. She looked at him and he sensed she felt his lust and longing.

 

[Silverlily]

Warm water lapped around her legs as Elizabeta stepped into the rock pool. He was right, the water was just hot enough to soothe, not scald. Sinking in up to her shoulders, she leaned her head against the edge and closed her eyes. She was tired, too tired to be rational. Seeking out her center, her breathing slowed, her heart evened to a steady, calm beat. Carefully, she retracted her powers, drawing them in close like a shroud. It saddened her to rely so heavily on her powers when it came to Varia. Everything she did concerning him was wrong, the betrayal, the control. Left to his own devices, would he even stay?

She could see Varia in her mind, every memory sharp as a glass shard. Even as a normal mortal, he seemed to burst with life. How many evenings had she watched him from the shadows? It was that fascination that damned him when she lost control of the lycanthrope. In her panic, her mind turned to that which it was most familiar. Helplessly, she stood there and watched as the beast tore into him. Grief splintered her mind when she thought Varia had died only to have remorse ravage the remains when she heard his ragged breath. In desperation, she did the only thing she knew, gave him some of her own blood, further binding him to her.

Though badly injured, Varia seemed to be healing when the nightmare began. Quite by accident, Elizabeta discovered he was almost compelled to follow her every wish, spoken or otherwise. The shock of such intimacy disturbed them both. Then he began to change, only with the full moon at first, but soon at will. Their connection let her experience the revulsion he initially felt. His confusion haunted her continually and built up walls around each of them. She had damned them both, he trapped in a form he did not want and she, needing a man she could only seem to hurt.

Guilt closed on her like the dark of the grave. She felt herself falling into that darkness when a steady hand touched her face. Unhurried, it brushed across her cheek, her lips, and down her neck. A strong arm circled her gently, lifting her. Soft kisses followed the caresses, while the hand moved down her shoulder, lightly brushing her breast. She didn’t dare breath for fear it would prove to be only a dream.

 

[wolfie69]

He had tried to resist, tried to blank out the overwhelming desire . He failed. Watching her step into the pool, the play of muscle, her firm breasts and taunt buttocks put him over the edge. As she put he head back he approached her and knelt at the edge, of the pool, behind her. Almost reluctantly he reached out, afraid yet excited. He touched her face, trailing his fingers across her lips and down. Gently he pulled her up . As she rose he bent and kissed the back of her neck. He slid into the water, behind her, his lips never losing contact. Sliding his hand off her shoulder he found her breast.

All feelings of confusion and doubt had left him. All he felt now was hunger, carnal and strong. His hand covered Elizabeta’s breast and this was his entire world. Her nipple hardened and he squeezed it. His other arm circled her waist and pulled her against him.His hard cock pressed against her and he bit her neck softly. Elizabeta moaned and pressed back, against him. He turned her, to face him, looked into her eyes and read the want there. Wrapping his hands in her dark mane, lips met lips. Mouths opened and tongues fought. Varia felt finger nails dig into his back and shoulder. Keeping one hand in her hair he slid his other down her back and felt the firmness of her bottom and tightening his grip pulled her into him. The feel of her against his hardness made him want to let out a primal howl.

He moved her back towards the edge, of the pool and lifting her set her on the edge, stepping between her legs as he did so. Once more he covered her mouth with his. After what seemed hours he lifted his lips from hers and began kissing her neck, her shoulder, between her breasts, then captured a nipple. His tongue explored her texture and firmness. Moving sideways he gave equal attention to her, as yet unattended breast. Continuing downwards he nibbled and kissed, covering every inch of bare skin he could get to. Kneeling between her thighs he leaned and kissed the inside of her right thigh then turned and kissed her left thigh. He could feel the muscles in both legs tense as he lowered his head, extended his tongue and tasted her.

 

[Silverlily]

(edited because the original suck-diddly-ucked)

Her fears and guilt began to melt in a savage yet tender kiss. The need that now pushed them aside was overwhelming. Desperately, she kissed back, tasting deeply of Varia’s mouth. Wild, sweet, and unexplored, his taste only made her want him more. Gripping with her nails, she pulled him closer.

In a dreamlike state, she felt him lift her and set her on the pool ledge. Everything was hazy; a blur of hands, fingers, lips, and tongue until she felt hands gently spread her thighs and the first soft kisses on her innermost lips. The sensation tore through her, dragging a breathy gasp from her throat. Harder, more demanding, the kisses turned to licks and sucking. Hands buried deep in Varia’s thick hair, she pulled him in, riding his tongue. As her climax crested, she could feel her hips moving against him, practically of their own volition. Gasps became moans while her orgasm continued, wave upon wave, threatening to sweep her away.

Trembling, she crumpled against his chest, half from composure yet unregained, half from fear that she was still dreaming. Strong arms closed around her and a soft voice soothed her. So low, the words were unclear, but so warm the meaning was doubtless. This was no dream; she was in Varia’s arms by his own choosing. She wasn’t controlling him; he wanted her as much as she wanted him. She straightened and wrapped her arms around his neck. Looking up into golden eyes, she whispered, “take me, my wolf, I am yours.”

 

[wolfie69]

He was lost in her scent, her taste overwhelmed his senses. There was nothing in his world but her. He barely felt her fingers grasp his hair. Long buried desire exploded in his brain. Elizabeta was what he wanted, no matter his feelings now he would have her.

His tongue slipped into her wet slit licking, swirling, and sliding in and out. Darting here, tasting there, inhaling her fragrant steam. Low guttural sounds came from his throat as juices flowed down his chin. Desire transported him to another level of lust that hung on the border of hate and anger. His erection ached painfully. This only drove him on, toungue buried deep within her. Pulling his toungue out he concentrated on her hard clit. Alternately flicking the tip so it just touched and then using the flat surface, long licks back and forth.

He felt her orgasm beginning. He held on tight as her thighs clamped around his head. Sweet juices flowed over his tongue. Elizabeta stiffened, all her muscles rigid and then she relaxed. He stood and she collapsed into him. Holding her tenderly she said, the words “Take me!” With those words the animal rose within him.

No more waiting. Standing, looking into her eyes, bending forward, forcing his lips against hers. Her lips parted and his tongue found hers. Arms wrapped her in a crushing embrace, pulling her tight against him. Pulling his mouth from hers he quickly spun her around and pushed her down onto the ledge. Without waiting, he grasped his rock hard cock, placed it against her entrance and heaved his hips forward burying himself deep, letting out a primal scream as he did!

Holding his solid cock inside her hot, tight sheath, not daring to move, less he end too soon, he tried to calm his need. Yet control was not his at that moment and his hips moved back til his cock was almost free, then jerking forward he drilled deep. Grabbing Elizabeta’s hips he held her as his cock pounded in and out of her wet, tight hole. This would not last and he gave himself to the pressure. One last plunge and a flood of cum, pleasure and sweet pain overtook him as he collapsed on top of Elizabeta.

 

[Silverlily]

His shout ripped through her consciousness as he thrust into her. Deep enough to force the breath from her lungs, he pulled back almost violently, only to thrust forward again, deeper than before. Again and again, he hammered into her, filling her with his hard, hard cock.

Suddenly, he stopped, leaving her teetering on the edge. She could feel him trying to still himself, was aware of his desire for this to continue. Still, the feeling of him so deeply inside her was too distracting; she couldn’t help but move against him with a small whimper. He began fucking her again, harder and harder, voraciously driving into her, until she could feel him fill her with his warm cum. Spent, he covered her with his body as they lay there savoring the moment.

Elizabeta carefully rolled from under him. Looking back, she could see every muscle on his body gleaming with sweat and clearly defined by the light of the torches. Slowly, she moved aside his long hair to kiss his neck. She could feel him tense involuntarily, who could blame him? A bittersweet smile spread across her face as she kissed the rarely seen skin on the back of his neck. Carefully, with an almost chaste air, she moved over and kissed his shoulder. With a soft chuckle, she pulled him into the warm water of the pool.

Standing, facing him, she pulled his face down to hers for a kiss. Keeping her lips firmly on his, tongues entwined, she pulled him down with her, under the water. There she held him, still locked in a kiss until she could feel a painful pressure in her chest. Rising, gasping for air, she laughed. Genuine and joyful, she hadn’t laughed like this in decades. Steadying Varia on his feet, she began licking the drops of water from his chest, his belly, and on down until she reached his now soft cock. With only a few flicks of her tongue, however, he was once again hard and quivering under her attentions. Looking up at him, she smiled and whispered, “Shall we go again, my love?” Not waiting for an answer, she took him in her mouth, sliding down to the base

 

[wolfie69]

The sensation in his cock was unbelievable! Her tongue on his , now soft cock. The warmth as she sucked him inside the electric reaction as he roused, his knees getting weak. Caught somewhere between pleasure and pain, there was no way he would stop her sucking his cock, nor did he want her to stop. Reaching out, he twined his hands in her wet dark hair, resting them there as her head moved up and down. Powerless to move, letting her do what she would, he closed his eyes and just let sensation take control.

Opening his eyes he looked down at her. The sight of her dark hair, wet and shining. The look in her eyes as she looked up, teasingly. All this combined to peak his excitement. He wrapped his hands tighter, in Elizabeta’s hair and guided her mouth, up and down . His hips pushed forward and pulled back in counterpoint to her motions.

Her hands stroked his thighs and teased his balls. Light strokes across the small of his back and down his buttocks. Her hands were never still, moving in harmony to her sucking mouth and swirling tongue. His breath was now coming in short gasps and he could feel his cock begin to swell, cum beginning to rise. All these sensations blended as one and he gave himself up to them.

Every nerve sang with pleasure, muscles trembled as he cried out in a howl. He could feel Elizabeta take his cock deep, coaxing, teasing as his cum exploded into her mouth. His eyes rolled back and he felt himself, on the edge of passing out. Over and over his cock pulsed, gushing it’s load. He felt as if all his bones and muscle were leaving his body with his seed. He pulled his cock from her mouth and sank into the water.

Reaching out he pulled Elizabeta to him and kissed her. He could taste himself on her . His tongue found hers and he knew that this night had just begun. He wanted her again. Wanted his cock buried deep inside her. He felt her hand reach between his legs and lightly stroke his still hard cock. He groaned.

 

[Silverlily]

The force with which he came took her by surprise, but she matched his enthusiasm easily. It was if they both needed this to survive. Hot semen filled her mouth and tickled the back of her throat as she swallowed, not wanting to miss a drop. Before she could finish though, he pulled her into a fevered kiss. The thought of them sharing him on their tongues drove her passion like never before. Her hands found his cock, still hard, as they slithered down, cupping his balls. His groan make her laugh, “Surely you do not tire so easily, my love?”

Not waiting for a reply, she took his face in her hands and guided his mouth to her bosom. Keeping one hand on his jaw, she lifted her breast to his lips with the other. Wordless ecstasy filled her as she felt his warm mouth engulf her taut nipple. He teased her with teeth and tongue, alternately biting and suckling while he roughly massaged her other breast with a strong hand. The biting grew harder as did his hand and she felt herself give in to the pain. “More” she whispered through clenched teeth, “harder, please.” She felt him hesitate for a moment, then suck in earnest. His teeth ravaged her pale flesh mercilessly and without warning, started on the other unmarred, nipple. Again, waves of pain and pleasure collided driving her to the dizzying edge of orgasm. Tears smarted in her eyes as her extremely keen sense of smell picked up the faint scent of blood.

With one hand wrapped in his long hair, she carefully backed him to the edge of the pool. Still holding his savage mouth on her mauled breasts, she propped one foot on the ledge and slid his rock-hard cock into her now aching cunt. With a ferocity equaled only by Varia’s teeth, she slammed into him, again, and again, taking him deeper each time. Driven by a need more primal than any she had ever known, she continued to impale herself on him. She pulled his head back by his hair, exposing his neck. Licking, kissing, sucking, she covered his throat with her mouth. She could feel his hands on her ass, pushing her harder, deeper. In her excitement, a fang broke the skin on his shoulder and the sweet, salty blood-tang filled the air. She couldn’t resist one taste.

 

[wolfie69]

There was nothing, nothing but his cock ripping in and out of her tight, wet pussy. He felt nothing but the sensation of moving up and down on him. Grabbing her ass he pulled her to him fucking her even harder than before. Pure lust inflamed him, bringing the animal in him to the surface. Nothing else mattered. Only her body against him, him inside her body.

His cock enlarged and he knew he was ready to cum. Intensity overwhelmed him. He felt her grab his hair and her tongue on his neck, adding to the pleasure. A sudden pain in his neck added to all these sensations sent him over the edge. He came and he came, every nerve in his body alive and responding. Even the pain in his neck had turned pleasurable. He could feel his life force, his very essence pouring into her. Slowly he slipped away into blackness.

When he came awake he realized he was on the sleeping ledge covered with a fur, Elixabeta beside him watching him. He reached for her and she moved to him.