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[02crusnikabel]

This post serves as a space to play. For dressingrooms (yes even bakerstreet or TLH), homeless characters, whether you're a passerby, it's 12am or 3am, my ship is an empty ship. You may leave a voice, text, message, do action tags, etc. Just find a prompt you like, and leave it in an ooc note. For suggesting scenerios, private RP, PSLs, just shoot me a PM.



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Instructions: Feel free to leave a letter, a note, lyrics, pictures, prompts, psl starters or text messages here. Tag in, make a thread, and voila! As for the owl, I just think it's cute. :x

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[singinghuntress]

She nodded, agreeing to see the other view later as she took her drink and sipped it. Rip was more than a little eager and where he might have been 'tamed' she was far from it being so young. Perhaps, she just needed to remind him what it was really like to be a wolf with a companion again? Or at least, how to relax and let go for a bit and not be so.. human.

The paintings really did tell quite the story once and one she'd look a little closer at later when she was thinking straighter and more herself. Something that might take a few days to settle down once they became more intimate...

"Zhen perhaps, I'm just zhe right volf to remind you how to be playful~." she smiled as she finished her drink and set hers down. How long had he been alone like this..? She didn't have the faintest idea. But, that ended tonight. At least for a little while as she brushed against him again. She wanted to play.. to feel him on her and in her..

So when he took the initiative, she was eager to fall back on the bed as he pounced her, her body already flushed and eager as he pinned her to the firm bed with him on top of her. Even with his silver hair cascading down his shoulders, it only served to mix with her long dark hair, creating quite the contrast as she stared up at him with eyes that just begged him to mate with her.

The shy playful growl sent a shiver down her spine as he started to nip at her throat, right along where he had bit her. Even with the deep bruise there, she still found pleasure in his nips and kisses as she let out a soft breathy moan while he gained more confidence.

The more passion he put into it, the more excited she seemed to get for him.

[02crusnikabel]

Having drunk some wine, to warm the both of them, that puts Abel in the mood, but he's tipsy and not drunk, as Abel had drunk heavier drinks before and wine isn't heavy enough.

"We shall see..." Abel has long given up finding the One as there's no such thing he learns from his long life. Looking for the right mate in wolves...then moving onto humans and willingly become a companion for them even if it's temporary or long-term, and outlived his human companions, which is few as he's a quiet man. So even during the kiss, he wasn't certain...but she's open to him, and all of his sadness, he accepts her willingness and playfulness.

"But let's do something about your heat..." From her throat, he kisses her, gently nibbling her soft lips, and then with some maneuvering, he encourages her to undress and remove the rest of their clothes. "At least, here...I'm the only guy here." And hopefully, put his scent on her to ward off the other males, even though they far miles away and they're the ones in this tower.

After undressing, he continues. His kisses and nibbles and gentle bites speak of experience, of a life long lived of mates passed, long before he met her, and the moment she undressed, he moves slowly to play with her breasts, cupping them, squeezing them, and gently sucking on one of them if she has no protests with him initiating foreplay to get her body to warm up to him. He has big hands, almost slender, hands of a scholar and painter, hands that are more used to handling books and drawing on his paintings, and once young, hands and fists in fights fighting for territory and in quarrels.

[singinghuntress]

It doesn't take much encouragement to get her undressed and as soon as they were out of their clothing, she was back to being laid out beneath him on the bed, eager and willing as her instincts take over with such an experienced and strong male with her. "Please...make me yours."

Why would she want any other male right now? His scent filled her senses, driving her to accept every kiss, every touch eagerly as he makes his way down to her breasts and begins to play and tease them. With how sensitive she was becoming it wouldn't be hard to get her worked up from his gentle foreplay as he kneaded and caressed her breasts.

The feeling of his mouth around one of them made her gasp, followed quickly by a soft moan as she gently ran her hands through his sliver hair. Why would she make him stop? Everything he was doing right now felt very good to the younger female.. and considering she hasn't been with any other male before, his experience was perfect to show her just how good mating could be.