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 Posted: Mon Nov 26, 2007 6:00 pm
Trigger smirked and put his paw down. "How much do you want me to want you? Some marks on your fur that will wash off is hardly a price to pay to get something you want, right?" he smirked and moved a little closer, nudging her lightly. He breathed lightly in her ear, his unstained paw pressing lightly over hers. Okay, not lightly, everything was rough with him. However, he knew how to get a female to bend for him, after all he had the practice.
"Now, what would you do if I said... you could have my cubs." he whispered before moving away from her, his back turned to her. A huge grin was pastured on his face.
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Posted: Mon Nov 26, 2007 6:06 pm
Being a courtly lady, so to speak, Mwana had no experience with such absolute intimacy. Oh she knew of it, of course, she simply had not experienced it herself. So his touch and breath had sent unguarded shivers down her spine, raising the fur slightly on the back of her neck. She immediately lifted her head, following his movements with her gaze, her attention captured. "I'd say...you could at least make me look pretty with it," she said slowly, finally recovering from his sudden advance. But it brought an inflated, warm feeling to her chest. Was this his way of showing that he wanted her? Because that was the message she was picking up...and she happened to like it.
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Posted: Mon Nov 26, 2007 6:15 pm
Trigger smirked and turned to her. As he approached her, he spoke. "I have some creative skills, I am not a total brute like some," he smiled as he drew a random design on the dirt with his stained claw, wiping it off of him. He was not the one to be painted. To be honest, he learned everything he knew about being 'creative' was from Fuku himself. He was the one who designed elaborate tunnels and a more accurate with his small body. Trigger only mimicked the images he remembered that Fuku had shown him when he was younger. A form of... entertainment.
"I have told you how far I will go, how will you show me that you really want me?"
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Posted: Mon Nov 26, 2007 6:30 pm
The designs he drew weren't half bad. She supposed he wouldn't ruin her fur after all. But the dying of her fur...well that was perhaps the second thing on her mind right now. Tentitively she rose to stand on her small paws and slid over to brush her slight form against this. She ducked her eyes behind her bangs briefly before nuzzling her head under his chin, offering a smooth lick along his jaw. She gave him a look that clearly asked 'how's that?'.
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Posted: Mon Nov 26, 2007 6:42 pm
Trigger smirked, he knew these gestures inside and out, how they gave off the obvious indications. He purred slightly as he dipped his claw into the bowl-shaped fruit. The male teasingly slide his claws up her spine and down her shoulder where he finally touched down with his stained claw. A low growl rolling deep down his body. So far... he has never gone against his word. And he would not start now.
"I promise you... you will have my cubs. I promise you... I will keep you if you do," he smirked as he nipped her ear. "I warn you... I will hurt you and there may be some delay in our travel..."
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Posted: Mon Nov 26, 2007 6:50 pm
Mwana shivered as his claws traced her body. But it was a pleasant sensation. She leaned back slightly, into his touch. It was instictive. But what really made her feel wonderful was the promises he made to her and that bite to her ear. "Sounds...perfectly alright to me," she murmured, her voice low and barely coming out a breath she hadn't known she was holding. This was what she had been working for. This was what she wanted, more then anything.
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Posted: Mon Nov 26, 2007 7:03 pm
Trigger let out a feral snarl as his jaws closed lightly around her neck before pulling away. He gave a dangerous growl as he reached down, breaking the rest of the fruits that Fukuaji had brought them. They would be needing these if he wanted to finish 'messing' her up. He turned back to her, his claws dripped with the staining fruit juice. The male's mind became void of reason and only feral instinct remained, but his promise was still alive. His movements were all memorized from past experiences. His actions were always rough, this was not going to be different. For once, this female may be what he has been wanting. It has been a long time since the Demon's Den, he had not mated, promising himself that he would only mate again once he found the one who he would call a 'mate'. Perhaps Mwana was not the perfect one, at least not yet in his mind. But she wanted him, he wanted her, it was logical. Though it made him feel guilty that after this night, they will not be leaving for some time. He has known for experience that he would not until the female was fully capable of moving on. At least... she would have the time to look at his handiwork.
Trigger's claw softly traced along her body as his movements became more feral, nipping at her neck, his snarls growing louder.
"This... is only the beginning, Mwana. Trust me, we won't forget this for a long time."
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