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Posted: Fri Dec 02, 2016 2:16 pm
Esabel was, of course, terrified when Wolfe got up the way he did. Right now, she’d probably be afraid of her own shadow if he wasn’t there to hold her hand… But when she saw what the problem was, she just gave one of her enigmatic smiles and settled down with him when he came back to her, “Magic… When Esabel made this place, but the magic lets the slaves do their jobs… The door will lock again when they leave… That’s just how it works…” she told him softly, hoping that he’d accept the simple explanation for the situation. She rubbed her cheek against his chest as she started drifting again, “Esabel’s still so sleepy…” she whispered softly as she snuggled into him. But Wolfe didn’t have to worry about the slaves. They’d all silently agreed not to tell anyone at all that they were there, not even the guards. No one really paid the slaves much attention anyway, so the secret was still safe for now. That allowed Wolfe to finally get some much-needed rest. A few hours later, it shouldn’t have surprised him when he woke up to a table set up for them both in the room, complete with a meal to satisfy any appetite. Apparently, the slaves were very into keeping them happy, content, and well fed. How they’d managed it without waking them up was simply a testament to their talents at serving. Hell, most of them were slaves by choice and now had a cushy bit going on. But, in reality, it was the slave collars that were the real magic for those that could understand them. And they’d been created by Gin, who hadn’t told anyone how he made them to begin with… As she started to drift off to sleep again, the little bit of dark energy she still retained seemed to step into action on its own: it moved out in a small tendril and touched a small stepladder she had in the playroom. That one small touch turned the thing into a sleek metallic hound with a mouth full of small blades for teeth and claws to match. It moved over and sniffed at them then moved off as if to patrol the place, sniffing the slaves then ignoring them as they appeared. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to give Wolfe a bit of a break…
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Posted: Fri Dec 02, 2016 5:10 pm
Into the fires of battle! Wuflric Von Shadowfang xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Wulfric nodded at Esabel's explanation and dose off not long after she did only waking briefly to acknowledge the presence of the hound to which was a brief moment before he simply succumbed to sleep content to hold Esabel. It wouldn't be until the scent of food finally catching his attention that he'd wake up much more refreshed than he had been before and finding that Esabel's energy levels were much better than they were previously, she would no doubt still be tired and would probably sleep more, but if anything she did need to eat, much time had passed since the last time they were together and their last meal had been even much longer out.
Wolfe collected the very tired Esabel who stirred with him moving her and carried her in his arms as he got out of bed and took her into the other room, the smells of a meal were much stronger when he opened the door and was amazed by the spread that was on the table, even with him being restless for a good portion of the time he was surprised they managed to get everything in without waking him up, but he wouldn't dwell on it to much and sat down at the table. Kissing Esabel on the forehead Wulfric moved her plate closer to them and looked into her eyes, while she would no doubt eventually sit there and eat he took it upon himself to help her and would tend to her needs first before he ate anything since his appetite would clean up the spread that he got regularly with no trouble.
Eventually Wulfric would put the plate aside Esabel having enjoyed being fed while being in his arms which helped her in so many ways and took her back to bed. While her energy levels would be better she still needed rest, so he utilized the energy he had been given to help her fall asleep and returned to the table to eat though he positioned himself in such a way that he'd be able to see Esabel through the door and just ate casually. Once his meal was done he returned to bed the night was still young and would be sometime yet before dawn would arrive so he left the defense to the hound that still kept watch and curled up with Esabel before he fell fast asleep once more. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Unto the anvil of war!
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Posted: Sat Dec 03, 2016 12:01 am
Esabel protested getting up, of course, but was willing to do for Wolfe that she wouldn’t for anyone else. So she sat in his lap and ate until she couldn’t hold anymore. Then she settled in the other chair and watched him finish off the rest of it, yawning from time to time in the process. She finally made herself get up and move around a bit but made sure to stay where he could see her, her fingers tracing over the clothes that had been brought in for them as well as a few other things here and there. She didn’t like it that she was so tired. Hated it, even. Honestly, she’d never been… violated… the way she had and it took her a while working through it all to be able to deal with it at all. She knew for a fact that he was now alive somewhere, her nightmare. But she didn’t know what to do with that information. Not yet, anyway. It was as if she could track her own energy, somehow; the stuff that had been taken from her, that is. But not with any real direction or even a clue what to do. She usually relied on others for decisions like that. It was safer for the population at large that way. She kept trying to track a thought in her mind but found it slipping away from her, not allowing her to grasp the thought just yet. To be honest, she was still too tired to do much of anything yet, but she was stubbornly trying to do something, anything, but continue to sleep like she was…
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Posted: Sat Dec 03, 2016 12:29 pm
Into the fires of battle! Wuflric Von Shadowfang xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx it didn't take much for Wulfric to wake again and find Esabel roaming around and frowning slightly as he got up and walked over to her and leaned down to wrap his arms around her "you need to rest, it will do you no good to be moving around exhausted" Wulfric noted the time and simply shook his head as he picked up Esabel and then sat down on the couch with her on his lap and held her close. He sensed that she was a bit restless and could tell that Esabel was uneasy about Goh being on the loose. As he held her he leaned in and kissed her teasingly before he leaned back and smiled "my love if you are worried don't be i won't let him or his followers get to you again, trust in me to keep you safe and we'll get through this like we always do" he leaned in again though this time he gave her a more meaningful kiss to set her mind at ease, and then released it and simply rested his head on top of hers allowing her to feel his strength through their bond and through touch. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Unto the anvil of war!
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Posted: Fri May 26, 2017 6:08 pm
Into the fires of battle! Wuflric Von Shadowfang xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx once inside Esabel's Rooms, Wulfric sat esabel on the table as he walked over to the door and locked it making sure it was barred from letting those outside the rooms from entering, before he turned around and just looked at Esabel with loving but concerned eyes, hoping that she would talk him out of this but knew she wouldn't. He stepped back over to the table and took his gear off but keeping one dagger within reach as he undid his clothes, putting them on the table next to Esabel, even as he took everything off he could tell that Esabel was struggling to stay awake and yet he could see the desire in her eyes, his eyes had already changed colors, though they weren't a color that was normal for him the darkness within him combine with the energy given to him by Esabel giving his eyes a dark purple, even now the beast he had caged fought to be released, the dark energy within him aiding in releasing the beast.
The plan Esabel had called for intense pain which would allow for a level of healing that was normal for wolves that were savage, it was a part of him that he kept locked away, hidden from the public's eye for fear of other Wolves might catch wind of his savagery and try to end it with bloodshed, and while it was the most natural and rawest of emotion, being civilized was preferable so that they could live in harmony of the other races. The problem was, he wasn't a normal Wolf, but rather a White Wolf which had emotions deeper than a normal Wolf, his strength, and deep desire knew no bounds which left Wulfric wild and untamed, deep down he was a savage beast and it was this savagery that would help Esabel. What Esabel had in her favor that no one else had was that she was his mate, and well she was right in that their bond would keep her safe but she would be in for one wild night, as wolves of the savage variety were not gentle beasts during the mating process. Blood would be shed, that much was certain.
Before he grabbed the dagger close by he closed the distance with Esabel one last time before he turned and gave her a kiss which would draw her attention to the moment before he picked up the dagger and used it to cut his arm, the blood would that was pouring freely from his right arm would be enough to draw the side of him that needed to come out, before long the cage opened wide and Wulfric took a few steps back before he fell to his knees, the turn happened quickly, the man Esabel knew disappeared as his savage side came out of its cage for the first time in decades. his size was as large as usual the deep purple glow in his eyes stayed, the true color of his eyes obscured by the dark energy flowing through his body.
Once the change was complete the Wolf stood up his head going back as he released a howl, which projected a strength Wulfric had never projected before. The Wolf eventually looked at Esabel, the Mark of their bond glowing slightly, validating their bond as mates. His senses were renewed with a deep desire as saliva dripped from his fangs and approached Esabel, his large hand reaching up to grab her shoulder, his claws digging deep into her shoulder drawing blood, a growl coming out of his throat as his teeth came forward driving deep into her shoulder where the mark was blood flowing freely from the wounds he caused her. the Wolf would eventually strip her body clean of clothing, every strike causing damage as his claws found their mark to her flesh, before being taken into the bedroom blood following behind as he carried Esabel to the bed. once on the bed there was little need for restraining Esabel as the Wolf had more than restrained her the damage he inflicted initially healing slowly, the bond between them drawing upon the strength of the Wolf as he inflicted more wounds to Esabel as he took her, the raw feelings of a Wolf were strong and while, Esabel wasn't a Wolf herself she benefited from the savagery the Wolf caused upon her in ways that would not yet be seen, Wolves were quick healers while they mated, which gave them the pleasure of going for hours without worry of bleeding each other dry, in Esabel's case she wouldn't die from the brutality of mating with a white Wolf but she wouldn't forget it either, not that she would forget since she had brought out every part of Wulfric, both the good and the bad.
Even as things continued slaves and guards alike kept their distance from Esabel's rooms, they didn't like the sounds of things that came from her rooms which to most of them meant that Wulfric and Esabel were at it again but even they were feeling uneasy, to those with keen senses would give pause to the scent of blood and lust in the air, and knew that something was very different from previous times that Wulfric and Esabel were having fun. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Unto the anvil of war!
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Posted: Fri May 26, 2017 6:39 pm
Esabel certainly benefited from the healing aspects of their mating this time. She also reacted with her own frenzy once she had enough energy for it. So she wasn’t the only one marked up by the time they took their third break… Or was it the fifth? She’d lost count, so it really didn’t matter. She was laying on her stomach on one side of the blood soaked bed and working on slowing her breathing down when she heard it: he was investigating the door, sniffing around it and checking out the lock on it. She raised her head up and turned to watch him for a moment but when he actually tried the lock, she proved that she wasn’t one to be ignored… Her dark energy lashed out like a whip and caught him across his back. When he turned to snarl and growl at her, she just gave him one of her attractive giggles and grinned at him before she shook a finger back and forth at him, “Nuh-uh…. You’s only gets to play with Esabel… Unless we’s in a real fight, then you can play… ‘Till then… It’s Esabel only…” she told him simply, her voice already healing even after all the screaming she’d done. Truthfully, she should have been beyond exhausted and certainly out for the count. Instead, she seemed to gain more energy with each bout they went through and certainly wanted more. By the time she finally wore the wolf out, she might be walking funny, and the room might need some new renovations, but Wolfe couldn’t say that she hadn’t done as she’d said… She turned onto her back and revealed a nasty set of claw marks already healing as he watched her sit up and slide to the edge of the bed and tilted her head at him, “Or does Esabel need to use the real whips on you?” she asked him simply, subtly (NOT) reminding him when he’d tried to do just that with her, though his paws just didn’t quite grip the whips right for it. He hadn’t been happy about that… She actually motioned for him to come over to her, despite the fact that he was clearly not happy with the dark energy whip mark across his back. That alone should have been suicide. But she did it anyway. Still, she showed that he wouldn’t be finished with her until he actually managed to make her pass out. Unlikely… But he wouldn’t be able to leave the room until then. And with the way things were going, he wasn’t going to be leaving the rooms to go on a rampage through the base… At least… Not until he’d FULLY satisfied his Mate… Who was currently asking for more…
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Posted: Wed May 31, 2017 2:11 pm
Into the fires of battle! Wuflric Von Shadowfang xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx The wolf cocked his head slightly as he regarded his mate with an inquisitive look on his face, glancing only briefly back at the door before he stood up completely and walked over to Esabel, a slight growl coming from him as he admitted he knew he wasn't going anywhere, even if he wanted to break through the door he knew that Esabel wouldn't let him. Standing in front of Esabel he knelt down, wrapping his arms around her his muzzle brushing up against her cheek before he picked her up, he knew the rooms, though the Wolf didn't understand how he knew, Wulfric wasn't himself, or rather he was himself he just didn't recognize himself, after all a part of him was caged away for decades, it was no surprise that this part of him would be slightly confused outside of what he already knew, and wasn't any more a surprise when he carried her into the playroom, the Wolf was different that much was for sure, something that was sure that Esabel was more than enjoying, more so since she was laid on the table face down and struggled to strap her down before he started shredding her back with his claws, their bond would continue to provide the healing she needed, eventually Wulfric would be aroused once more and another wave of screams and pleasure would follow.
As time went the Wolf had gone through everything he could think to do, and while he had strapped Esabel to the table they were loosely held which eventually resulted in the tables turning on him slightly which was entirely unexpected considering Esabel decided it would be a good idea to use the whips on him anyway, to her credit it only seemed to arouse him even more though unfortunately at some point the tables had turned on him which resulted in him somehow being chained down, the bindings made of magic which kept him from breaking free and only allowed Esabel to have her fun with him even more, she enjoyed receiving pain but took pleasure in giving it back and having, even more, fun and pleasure afterwards, thankfully both of them heal quickly so damage was kept to a minimum. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Unto the anvil of war!
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Posted: Fri Jun 02, 2017 9:00 pm
By the time they were finished that round (Or was it roundS by now?), she was pretty much buzzing from all the energy and healing almost instantly. Well, except for the bruises; but she was probably going to pout over not keeping at least some of the claw marks… But some of them had left some impressive new scars… He carried some of his own by now as well, though the ones she’d given him were more about intensity. And a little bit of artistry. The new scars he carried had been all about heightening sensation as well as carving some imagry into his skin to see if she could do it… The chicken carved into his left butt cheek, for example… Though he might not be too happy with the chicken, though she did hope that he wouldn’t mind the paw prints that moved down either side of his spine… An argument could be made that they looked like wolf prints; though she’d intended them to be cat prints when she’d done the carving… Right now she was laying next to the bed with him curled around her while he played with her skin and the marks she had now. But she’d been right to assume that she’d outlast him. His other side had given up about twenty minutes ago… She just hoped that he wouldn’t try to apologize about any of it… She was actually wondering when they could do it again… The mess of the rooms was actually worth it… Somewhere in it all, the dark energy moving inside of him had helped him manage the darker side of himself, giving him the control he needed along with letting him keep that darker side of himself free and uncaged…
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Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2017 8:31 pm
Into the fires of battle! Wuflric Von Shadowfang xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Wulfric held her close, his form had not changed yet, the bed was off center pushed off to one side, due to everything they had done, the wolf within him still held on as if unwilling to let go, but it was content to cuddle up with Esabel, its arms and hands wrapped around her and held her close, it's head close to hers, the muzzle just under her chin, it's panting had long since calmed, and while it was tired, it still had plenty of energy to spare that would give it the strength to move.
For a time it seemed like the Wolf would not let go, but slowly its grip lessened before it yawned, the dark purple eyes were replaced with a dark orange, the energy had long since gone quite with there being no further need for it to interfere. Eventually Wulfric returned normal though, his eyes didn't revert like they used to, instead keeping the dark orange tint in his eyes, a feature that validated the fact that he was a white wolf and by its very nature feral.
Wulfric held her close, the scars upon their bodies plain to see, he said nothing, though in truth he wasn't sure what to say, it was a side of him he had not released in decades, he refused to allow it to surface due to its nature of being savage. Sufficed to say Wulfric was whole again, and his love for Esabel only grew in intensity, unwilling to part ways because at the end of the day only Esabel was able to make him whole again, both heart and soul.
Eventually he looked around and found that his Wolf had made such a mess to the rooms that he couldn't help but wonder just what happened, obviously Esabel was healed his touch through their bond assured him of that, but he couldn't recall anything after he changed, he glanced up towards the living room and found the door between the living room and the bedroom to be missing, obviously the savagery of the wolf knew no bounds, the walls had blood and deep claw marks all over the rooms, thankfully the door to the hallway was still locked and intact, obviously Esabel occupied him enough to keep him away from the door, so at least he didn't do anything that he would regret, though what he did he couldn't say, most of the marks on Esabel's body had healed and even the majority of the scars had cleared up, leaving a select few that were obviously deeper than the rest.
Wulfric shook his head slightly, before he returned his attention to Esabel, he rolled over so that he was on top of her and simple moved one of his hands and ran it alongside her cheek, before giving her a kiss on the lips and held it for a moment before he released it and just looked into her eyes "i trust my wolf was satisfactory in your desire?" he stayed on top of her for a moment longer before he held her close and rolle her on top of him giving her the satisfaction of being very close to him. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Unto the anvil of war!
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Posted: Sun Jun 04, 2017 2:34 pm
Esabel gave a soft moan as he rolled on top of her, her legs wrapping around him as she returned his kiss happily, giving a soft laugh as he asked her a question then rolled them so that she was on top of him. “You know he was… Esabel feels much better now…” she told him simply before she raised her head to get a look at her rooms for the first time and had to give a soft whistle of appreciation, “But Esabel’s rooms is gonna need some repairs now…” she added, remembering that she’d never done this much damage to her rooms. Not even when she’d been locked up in here. The walls and doors needed repairs, some of her chains needed to be reattached to the walls, and the bed frame needed to be replaced. At least her playroom was still intact. But there was blood everywhere. To the point that it looked like a massacre had happened in here… In short, it looked like they’d had enough fun in here to last for a month! She looked back down at him and grinned, “When can we do that again?” she had to ask it, of course. Though his answer would probably have to include the basic ‘not until after the repairs are finished’… As it was, she was going to be walking funny for the rest of the day… She leaned in and gave him a brief but teasing kiss, “But we’s gotta get cleaned up an’ dressed so’s we can go feed you. You’ve only had Esabel for three days now, you know…” she pointed out then got up and staggered in the direction of the playroom and the shower there, leaving him with that last bit of information… She started the shower and moved to stand under it, hissing when the hot water hit her sensitive skin and made a few claw marks sting since they hadn’t healed up yet. She couldn’t help but wonder what he’d been concentrating so hard on when he’d had her over his lap while he’d been clawing her a** and left thigh, though she’d gotten the impression that he’d been trying to carve something into her skin. She just didn’t know what he’d been carving there… Of course, when he finally followed her to the shower, he’d be able to see it easily now that the water was washing the blood off of her skin…
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Posted: Tue Mar 10, 2020 4:07 pm
Esabel didn't say much when Wulfe brought them back, simply gave him a kiss to his cheek then headed for the shower. Kam's glares had disturbed her more than she'd like to admit. She hated it when people looked at her like that or reacted badly to her. Admittedly, most of the time they didn't not like her for very long since she tended to kill them in a rather gruesome manner... But the point still remained that she didn't like it. And she'd liked Kam and Gurzil. They were both just as nuts as she was, if in different ways. They were fun to 'hang out' with. While her personality needed a counterbalance like Wulfric gave her, sometimes she liked to be around people that were just as insane as she was. After all, she didn't meet that many people that were that crazy... She'd even considered Kam a friend of sorts. And she knew he'd get the healing he needed with Tenran. But she still didn't like that glare... It left her with a cold spot deep inside that she really didn't like to feel. She stripped down on the way to the shower and turned the water on as hot as she could stand it then stepped under the spray in a vain attempt to warm up that cold spot that meant that she'd lost a friend. In truth, her emotions over the whole thing were all over the place. She knew she should feel bad for taking him from Luna, and she did; but Luna couldn't get him to heal up from the damage she'd caused him.... Esabel knew she should fear that glare from Kam, and she did; but at the same time she knew that Wulfe would protect her from anything. She pushed her hair back and raised her face under the spray of the hot water, trying to let the water wash away her thoughts and anxieties. In vain, truth be told. She still hadn't addressed the pain issue she'd been trying to keep from Wulfe until Tenran had spilled the beans on her, and the emotional pain issue neither of them had guessed at yet. She knew he'd want to know what else she hadn't told him yet. While it might be an issue, the bigger issue was figuring out what else she hadn't told him... There was also the added issue of Lucy's comments and attitude towards her. Esabel had been treating Lucy as a true sister for Lily's sake and had actually been hopeful that it would be possible to have another sister. But Lucy had made it painfully clear that she wanted nothing to do with Esabel and it had hurt, though she still wasn't sure what to say to Lily about it. She moved to step back and wiped the water from her eyes, only to see Wulfe staring at her, though she wasn't sure why....
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Posted: Wed Mar 11, 2020 3:16 am
Into the fires of battle! Wuflric Von Shadowfang xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx What she hadn’t been realizing was that she had been broadcasting her feelings through their bond which attracted his attention more than her darting off to the shower without him, he’d come to help but stopped to watch her. When she saw him there, he approached though not before taking his clothes off and stepping into the shower with her, he didn’t say anything at first there wasn’t a need for that, what was in need was to care for his love. Bending down he picked her up and held her close to him “it’s alright my love” was all he said in a whisper and looked into her eyes before he kissed her on the lips to get her attention knowing full well it would and then just held her close to him allowing her the comfort of feeling his strength.
His main goal was to comfort Esabel in his own way, though if anything triggered from that gentle kiss he’d just go with the flow as he usually did, though this was different it wasn’t just a job he had to deal with, it was his mate and love which was more personal for him than not. Before he sat on down the floor of the shower instead of just holding her, he cradled her so that he could look after her, remind her that she wasn’t alone, and he made that very well known through their bond.
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Posted: Wed Mar 11, 2020 1:56 pm
Esabel cuddled into him as he held her, the gentle kiss sparking something in her that she'd never felt before. It took her a bit to figure out what it was and she was even more shocked by it. It was simply so different, so foreign to her, that she didn't know how to act on it, much less how to ask for it. She wanted gentle... Anyone else in her life would have been wondering if she was sick or dying. Wulfric would probably be able to figure it out easily since he was so closely tied to her. She'd never had gentle before. Not once in her entire life. Now she was bound to Wulfric. It made sense that if he was changed by that bond, that Esabel would experience some kind of change as well. It was just a matter of what form those changes would take. In this case, it was gentleness. But this desire for gentle was focused only on her Mate. She wanted a slow rise to passion, for him to keep her in check so that he could give her gentle for the first time, for him to show her what it was like for gentleness between couples. As he sat down in the shower, she let him adjust her as he wanted her and returned the gentle kiss, though it was obvious that she was following his lead in that as well. She curled her arms over his shoulders and pressed herself to him under the water as it poured over them, knowing that only he could take away that cold place inside of her...
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Posted: Sat Mar 28, 2020 7:25 pm
Into the fires of battle! Wuflric Von Shadowfang xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Wulfric returned her kiss, his left hand resting on her cheek, he could see and feel that she was more than just rattled, their bond confirmed that fact. Wulfric held her close, his words but a whisper “don’t let those around you get to you, you’ve got me, and that’s all that matters.” Wulfric looked into her eyes with a loving look on his face he could tell she was needing him, even without their bond it was clear to him that his mates heart needed to be shown a new truth.
Caressing her cheek, he moved his hand down her neck down her shoulder along to her hand and held it, without thinking the water stopped even though it was still on, to which a barrier partly blocked the water Wulfric kissed her lovingly on the lips before he picked her up the dark energy shutting the water off as there was little need for it considering she had him. instead of the usual he decided he would try something different, he sat her on the table with straps on it, in the past she’d always enjoyed the pain that came from this but today wasn’t going to be normal, he moved close to her wrapping his arms around her and held her close to him allowing her to feel the strength in his muscles but also feel the warmth and love he had for her. Before long the wolf would come out even as he held her close to him, his fur covering him which only wrapped her in a warm blanket of a sorts. Bending down slightly he bowed his head and placed his forehead against hers for a moment, before he moved his head to her shoulder nipping slightly at her neck along the way and rested his head on her shoulder. He may have been a coldhearted at one time after losing his family so long ago, hell he might have been overly cold when he initially took the job to rescue her or to protect her, but if there was anything that hadn’t changed for him, it was the love in his heart he could display as a wolf, sadly that part of him had disappeared until things started happening that would eventually find him bound to his charge. Wulfric had forgotten himself until Esabel had become a part of his life, if anything he knew what a cold heart felt like but he also knew what it took to warm it back up especially since it was Esabel who had first warmed his and gave him a purpose. He loved her more than anything which was something even he thought wasn’t possible, and yet he found someone to love and he wasn’t going to let her go. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Unto the anvil of war!
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Posted: Sun Mar 29, 2020 12:12 am
Esabel rubbed her cheek against the wolf's fur as her hands moved through the fur over his shoulders, back, and sides. She closed her eyes and gave herself over to sensation; touch, scent, hearing, and even taste. She gave herself over to whatever he wanted to do with her; taking her as he usually did, simply holding her, slowly building their passion, or doing something entirely unexpected; she let him lead. Their bond had freed him, made him whole for the first time since he was first changed, and gave him a touch of her dark energy. Their bond had changed him. So it would make sense that she would have something change as well. Admittedly, it was harder to change her thanks to her creation, but it was still possible to make a few more subtle changes. She usually killed the people that didn't like her or made her feel unwelcome, but she'd actually let two of them live unscathed. And now... Instead of fierce and wild passion that usually lead to bloodshed, stitches, and repairs to the rooms; this time she wanted to experience gentleness, something she'd only ever heard of but never really experienced. Their bond had changed him. Their bond had changed her. Each taking on a touch of the other. But this one left her uncertain and relying on him to guide her. She rubbed her cheek against his shoulder again and buried her face in his neck, "Teach me..." she whispered softly, knowing that he would understand what she was wanting. Somehow, he always knew what she needed. Well, most of the time... This time, he would know... She would explain the rest later... Right now, she just wanted to lose herself in something new... Lose herself in him....
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