Warped Weaves (closed)

[atenai]

Heidi's shifting and wiggling have reached a point where they're self-sustaining, each movement of his thick shaft sliding along her pussy only making her tremble that much more as her arousal skyrockets. Any movement, his or hers, sends bolts of delicious energy coursing through her body, pooling warmth and wetness between her legs. Her mouth opens so she can moisten dry lips and her jaw just hangs, loosely, forgetting in her focus to close it again. So the moan that might have been stifled in her mouth is audible, if quiet, the first time his balls firmly rasp along her clit. If she wanted to, Heidi couldn't stop herself from enjoying this, and she had quickly figured out that she didn't want to. Later, she could rue it all she wanted.

His aiming does not go unnoticed, and a quiet cry that could have been a wanton 'yes' encourages him. Her hips move only slightly beneath his restraining hands, using that unexplainable understanding of where his cock needed to be to make sure he would be on target... A scream of pleasure rips from her throat as he slams into her, filling the young woman with more inches of solid meat than she could count... certainly more than her husband offered her, which meant she was hard pressed to stretch around the Beast fast enough. Too little exercise in those dimensions. But five or six inches of tight wetness sheathes his cock in warmth as Heidi presses her hips back with a whimper of pain accompanying a half-inch more of her opening to him. Her body knew enough to recognize the primal acceptability of his claim, and he hadn't found the inner limits of her cunt yet, only the first impression of restriction which he could bypass with a few strokes' lubrication or one rip, depending on how strongly his nature objected to the limitation.

The woman beneath him is using her upper body to hold herself forcefully against him, and little mewling cries accompany his shifts, practically reacting to the throbbing of his member in time with his heartbeat alone.

 

[sombrablanca]

As he sinks into her, his nostrils flare widely, claws marking the pale, delicate skin of her upper hips. He subconsciously note and approves of their position. As his bank of knowledge would say, she has breeder hips. Her eager wriggling, lining him up just right makes her plump mound tease his shaft and head with her wetness, coating more of him, if a bit more thinly, which is good for both of them. Her sudden eagerness, bracing to bury his shaft, the wanton acquiescence in her cry, tell him he will have no fight from her, that his breeding partner knows and accepts what is about to occur. He doesn't pull out and thrust a few times, or slide back the six inches he has in her then impale her, ripping her wider around him like the very thick battering ram his cock is in her pussy's tight embrace. He doesn’t make her think she is losing her virginity in one quick thrust. Instead it is drawn out due to his sheer girth and her tight heat. Instead, at hearing her cry of acceptance, one hand stays on her waist just in case, but the other rewards her with a quick stroke over her clit while his length refuses to be stopped. It continues to burrow in, using her bracing muscles and his own pressing palm for all the resistance he needs.

The hand at her clit pushes up and back on her upper pelvis while he pushes legs a bit, making it so as he pushes forward her spreading legs make it just a little easier to bore into her, giving him even better access, easing her onto him faster. He is thrumming, mindless, vibrating with need, not even thinking sliding back might let him shove forward farther. He is intent on feeling his head plow into her cervix. Besides, the slow sliding is like a tease, immensely pleasurable. She is tighter than anything he has had in a while, and finds her even tighter, though lubricating more, the further he drives in. His own rumble of pleasure follows hers, a shiver running through him that makes his cock, now seven or eight inches inside her, thump and jerk, enough precum oozing into her already to help ease his passage and warm her, perhaps noticeably. She can feel his balls are well packed indeed, drum taut and high as they smack against her nether lips. With a half inch left he finds her limit, his large purple helmet flush with the clenched muscle guarding her womb. He pauses a moment, luxuriating in the feeling, but his need to breed her will not wait. After a few moments, his cock slides back a few inches, then brutally punches forward again with all the power of his body, trying to get just that bit deeper. When he doesn’t succeed, each successive thrust is the same. Pleasure races through him, the clawed fingers massaging and flicking her quim starting to press harder, edging on the border of pain. She is tight enough that when she clamps down particularly hard his length is once again impeded a few moments, squeezing around him like a cock ring. This time his shuttling cock forces through the restricting vice quickly, a gasped growl of pleasure showing she’s not the only one that the tight fit is causing a bit of discomfort to. He just shoves harder, deeper, taking it from her mewls of pleasure that she is not objecting in the least. The hand at her hip still begins to roam while his eyes lock where they are slamming into each other. First it finds her tits, groping, kneading, pinching, and pulling her nipples before it rises, moving back to her ass with a resounding smack that leaves a print of his hand across the entirety of her heart-shaped ass.

 

[atenai]

Heidi vaguely recognizes she's moaning without restraint, but she's not too concerned about her neighbors hearing as she might normally be with her husband, so it doesn't bother her particularly. She automatically lets him guide her to better allow his efforts, and quickly she's grunting at each impact within her. The feeling is not precisely pleasant, but the rest of the experience drowns out the little murmurs of pain from her sensitive cervix, aided by the fingers flicking her clit. She rapidly climbs towards climax, the ripples in her muscles suddenly clamping on him without mercy.

When he doesn't stop his endless thrusts, her cry is part pleasure part agony, but she permits it without question. Each new feeling draws out the echoes of her orgasm, her pleasure increasingly caught in its own cycles, building upon itself. The pinches at her nipples provoke moans of delight, the smack completely startling her and throwing off her rhythmic movement back against him. It takes her a moment to catch up, but once she does she is quite insistent, demanding another orgasm from him, and this one with fireworks.

 

[sombrablanca]

He feels his cock swelling and throbbing within her. It will not be long before he womb is deluged with his thick seed. The flicking fingers at her clit change their rhythm, to match his hips as he begins pounding her even more quickly, and a bit erratically as his need to cum becomes nearly overwhelming. They squeeze around the bud, rubbing back and forth quickly so her clit is wrapped in warm, constantly moving wet flesh just like his prick. That is slightly incidental.

It is caused by his need to try to get the last bit of himself buried inside her, so the hand at her crotch shifts to change the angle just a bit more. In so doing his fingers surround her clit, his palm pressing against her lower belly. The slight change is exactly what he needed as he is finally able to look down and see her pussy lips pressed firmly against his balls. Clawed fingertips make light impressions against her pussy lips as the intense pleasure of her orgasming quim finally sends the Beast over the edge. His cock flares, his entire body tensing just before he presses and holds right at her cervix, his seed spraying against and through it forcefully.

Another howl rends the air, this one filled with pleasure and conquest. His eyes roll up, his mind going blank a moment as the ecstasy roils through his body. His large balls empty inside her in gout after gout,his orgasm lasting nearly a minute, before the flow starts to taper off, the last few droplets oozing into her as the tension finally releases from him, the Hunger sated for at least a moment. He rocks his hips, drawing out the pleasure, using each movement back to shove forward again, knowing there''l be a bit more cum for her pussy to milk from his shaft. He growls as his cock grudgingly gives up its final spurt, a spasm running through his entire body.

 

[atenai]

Heidi's orgasm dragged out with each flick of her clit, new ripples of feeling flooding through her. His claws are slightly painful against her tender inner flesh, but the pain so close to her center only feeds her pleasure. She cries out as he bursts, feeling her orgasm follow each of his eruptions within her. Her body is unused to such eager fucking, and she's quite frankly relieved that he reached completion because her entire body feels weak.

Unfortunately after his howl gives her shivers and her orgasm starts to recede at last, her brain starts back up. Now the guilt and rationalizing kick into high gear, and she trembles not from fear but from insecurity. As much as her rational mind argued beforehand and starts to do again, Heidi knows she liked it. Her mind supplies the word 'rape' while her body offers the pleasing 'just fucked' counterpoint. Her position beneath the strange wolfish creature is no longer from delight at the primal aspect, and he can likely feel it the instant her back goes rigid beneath him. Now she holds the position out of fear of doing anything to provoke a man that howls like a wolf and would rape a married woman without fear of reprisal.

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Back in the castle the man had fled for fear of releasing the Beast on the recuperating young woman, said young woman was tossing and turning for the first time in a couple centuries. Previously having been forced to lie in one position, her body now wanted to move, wanted to lie in any other position possible. It might have been hard to sleep, if she hadn't had the magicked mint her rescuer had given her for the pain. With the mint, she was asleep, but wracked with strange dreams that seemed partly in the line of nightmares she'd had for the last hundred years, partly normal random subconscious spirals, and part... something else. And some parts of each felt almost real, in that way that dreams do, regardless of subject.

Freedom she enjoyed soon after falling asleep. Not surprising, having had her Curse beaten back far enough to actually move around and have a conversation with another human being. She had been dreaming about her desires for freedom for years, but this was the first when it wasn't in one of those endless reaching-for-but-not-quite-grasping nightmares. This time she felt the wind in her hair and it was the nicest feeling she'd had in centuries. The detached part of her that knew she was dreaming decided she'd have to ask her rescuer to help her outside to feel a real wind tomorrow.

A howl like the one she'd heard earlier when Valen fled turned the dreams into a darker, less pleasant place, and she lost track of the images that passed her by. But darkness spun new light, after a fashion, and dark thoughts somehow reminded her of the inappropriateness of Valen's kisses earlier. She could feel his hands on her flesh, felt a rough hand palm a breast, and "dark" became passion. For all Elena was a highborn young woman who had been betrothed to a prince, her culture hadn't been so far out of the agricultural era that she didn't know what sex was. Her dreams swept her in that direction, a confusing whirl of spying on a stable boy when she was a child, the feel of Valen's hands on her body as she woke, the sensation of hands on her bare skin that somehow she recognized even though never having felt a man's hands there before, and a general nexus of pleasure that she was more than happy to lose herself in for awhile.

 

[sombrablanca]

The Beast does note the change in Heidi’s scent. She does not try to move though, keeping his cock plugged deeply inside her, trapping his seed where it belongs as her body continues to milk the large appendage that so rudely and pleasurably violated her. Whether from fear or desire, he does not care so long as she gives his seed time to do its job, though from the stream of white he can see oozing from her, that is likely already accomplished. Fear and need are quite often twined in his presence. After a few minutes he has caught his breath and finds his cock half soft within the woman. He debates breeding her once more, but his interest is minimal now that the edge has been taken off. The scent from earlier still sits in his mind, but it is a more distant thought now that he has unloaded his balls. He has no trail to follow. There are plenty of females in the world, and he could find her just across this new forest. He slowly pulls out of her, a soft chuff of pleasure and swatting smack of her ass the only thing he spares for her now that he is no longer driven by lust, and she certainly does not seem to be a threat.

That hunger sated, the Beast moves to the river, dipping his head momentarily, cooling down a bit and getting a deep drink at the same time. His stomach rumbles, announcing another need that wants meeting. He lopes off without another look at the frozen female behind him, his entire being on the lookout for a far different kind of prey. He happens to wander farther out into the deep forest in his hunting, following the river northward, knowing he might spot some fish or something getting a drink. There is something in the air. It invigorates him. It feels different from the many other places he has woken up in and explored, though he does not remember them to compare them to. He comes upon the fog, moving through it warily throughout the night, roaming back and forth, occasionally doubling back as he takes in his new surroundings, finding himself back at the river again, seemingly a few places along it. He does not realize he is getting bounced back and forth, only knowing that the heavy fog blurs his senses seems to thicken in some places and thin out in others. As he wanders with no particular direction in mind, just looking for anything of interest that might make itself known to him. He dines on the finest sashimi eventually before finding himself with a full belly fairly sated, and quickly getting tired. He curls up on a carpet of moss to sleep as the last few hours of the night drift by.

Valen awakens as the rays of the morning break over his form, his body grudgingly changing back to his usual form as the night and Curse recede. Scars patchwork his large frame, the runes of his clan inked into his skin among them. He is strong, well-muscled, with a bit of padding. He truly is a bear of a man. He slips into the stream the Beast found to drink from. He cleans himself quickly and efficiently. Water sluices through his hair with his large hands, calloused from years of martial training and a hard life. He notes the position of the sun, using it to get back to where his horse and armor, made specially to be donnable with no help, await him. He swiftly gets ready. He must find the maiden. Anything could have happened in the night. His warding eases his mind a bit but there are many things that might get through it. A thousand questions race behind the slate grey eyes that disappear under the dragon helm. He pulls an apple from his saddlebag, feeding it to the stallion as he checks to make sure the beast has taken no harm before riding back into the village about the time the craftsmen are going off to work.