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With their arms intertwined, Peach was on cloud nine. She was having a wonderful evening, she was with the man she loved, as many others were. And Nyx was off with Katarina! Couldn't ask for more! Well, she knew there was still something on Solaire's mind, so she let him direct her on a more private setting for them.

Eventually, she realized they were heading to the lounge on the fourth floor, which would suit their needs perfectly. She would graciously take a seat wherever he wanted to sit, either at the bar or at a booth. "So, dearest knight, what did you wish to discuss?" she asked warmly, trying to show that whatever he wanted to talk about was welcome.

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Solaire would take a booth and sits alongside her since he wanted to remain close to her. He needed to steel his courage for this. In his eyes this was probably a more monumental task to make his desires known. Looking out over the view it was beautiful and he quietly kept his eyes upon it whilst brushing over her body. Upon her warm inquiry he gave a soft smile and relaxed with her. "Just us." He drew her closer since he wanted to urge her that this was far from a breakup. "Like I said, Nyx put into perspective something for me. The prank of sending such a lewd image into my head and yours was the catalyst for it. Reminding me of natural impulses of life itself. But... I didn't feel anything from that sight."

His eyes kept upon hers as he continued to idly brush over her arm whilst in that embrace. "The thought was of you. That is what brought such heat to my cheeks. The mere notion of being so intimate with you boils my blood." Fully admitting that Nyx's prank had caused him to think of Peach intimately was finally out there. Solaire knew it was a difficult subject to approach knowing what he knew but he had to speak his mind upon it. He stopped for the moment just to look back at the stars for now. "Peach, you are whom I love. Were we to become so close, I would gladly embrace you."

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Peach listened to everything Solaire said, so Nyx did the same thing to him, more or less. That cheeky little... wait, did he just say...? Her cheeks flushed, her heart started to pound in her chest, her breath consistently caught in her chest. He was wanting to discuss taking things to the next level.

"Solaire I... believe in the deepest parts of my heart that we... are that close..." she said softly, full of love as she gently kissed his lips. "Not going to lie, the image I got from Nyx... made me curious... to know what it's like to be teased so much, yet... loved beyond measure while it happened... It's hard to pull emotion from shadows, but I'm glad she found Katarina, even if they're going to be the biggest pranksters ever!" she said, shaking her head in some regret, she'd have to speak to Kennoth on the matter to figure out how to handle the pair of them, but this was far from such an evening.

"But enough of the old lady in our heads..." she said playfully as she turned her body to face more of his as she lightly grabbed his face, planting numerous sweet kisses on it. When she'd give him room to breathe, she'd smile sweetly, biting her bottom lip. "You'll have to pardon my curiosity... it can be a rude thing at times... but, how... much humanity has been restored to you?" she asked softly, looking slightly down. If he couldn't understand what she meant with all of the hints dropped, she smirk to herself as she would say "Nevermind, let's go someplace even more private, so I can... find out."

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For a few moments of tension Solaire almost thought that he had messed up. However the voice drove such concerns away and the kiss she gave him all but confirmed her answer. He remained completely silent listening to her. They were that close and she had her own curiosity about such intimacy. Of course there was a small bit of humor to lighten things up. "Those two are going to be so bad. At least they are happy though." His hands held her closer as she framed his face with her own. A shower of kisses fell onto him and each time his cheeks grew more red with her words. The meaning behind them was not lost at all. "I... am replete with humanity." He said indicating that he was indeed fully capable of such an act but even so she made sure there was no mistaking her meaning.

Solaire gently scooted out of the booth and took her hand into his to help her up. "Sounds like a perfect idea." Drawing close to her he wisely began to head for the lift just so they could head for their common quarters. True he had some inklings to try and go somewhere else with her but he wasn't exactly sure where to go with her. For as beautiful as some of his worlds were, all were quite dangerous in of themselves. Not to mention they were overdressed. Escorting her to the elevator he had to admit the tension mounted between them and this seemed like a fine time to take in a small appetizer. He took one hand into his own and returned the favor of those many sweet kisses. He gently nibbled and kissed the nape of her neck, before working his way up to her lips once more to hold a deep and passionate kiss down that elevator. Soon as the elevator stopped, he picked her up bridal style and carried her along to the bedroom. His bedroom to be specific. This consequentially left him at her 'mercy' since he was carrying her.

His eyes stole glances at her whenever he could. When they got to the bedroom he gently sets her down and locks the door behind him since neither probably wanted to be interrupted about all of this. Not that he was at the crest of the moment he wasn't so nervous now. How could he be when his eyes fell upon such a gorgeous woman. Quietly he began to unbutton his tuxedo and strip down, figuring to start off with that at least. Blood pumps through him, fueling his arousal into a flame in of itself. Whatever she wanted to do to help make this special for her she'd find him fully willing to do so. Whether it was to take her somewhere else instead, or however she wished to handle this she'd find her knight willing to adjust.

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Peach gave a very soft laugh, "Yeah, they will be, and I'm sure they're already at it, though I could be wrong... wouldn't that be a shocker?!" she said with mock surprise. Getting back on the main discussion of the evening, Solaire caught her meaning, and responded to it positively. She looked to the corner of her eye and bit her lip again, blushing at the thought, but loving the idea nonetheless. Were they going to... leave. Right. Leaving the room now!

Despite all of the thoughts racing through her head, she calmly stood up with the expected elegance of a princess, though she would not know how quickly that would vanish in the elevator when he started kissing her neck, working his way up to her lips again. She gasped sharply when he started, since she wasn't expecting it, but was far from unwelcoming. She returned the passion behind the kisses and, if it weren't for the elevator reaching the floor he wanted, she might've just taken him there. He was a natural at this, or had tons of experience he couldn't remember.

The doors to the lift opened and he scooped her up like a bride, making her squeak in surprise and blush hard enough to match her dress color. The door opened to his room and she was placed on his bed, just before he took off the tuxedo jacket to start taking other things off. At first, she was merely intent on taking in the body of a warrior, appreciating it in a whole new light, however... something called out to her to... help him out!

Peach stood calmly, but with purpose. She got right up in front of him, placing his hands down to his side, then started to unbutton the shirt he wore, giving him soft kisses in the process. When the shirt was finally open, she worked it back and down his arms, giving his chest random kisses as well, running her bare hands over all of the muscles on his back, chest, and stomach. "Nnf" she said through her bottom lip being bit. She had a sexy knight and she knew it. If there was anything else on top, she'd help him remove that too, before slipping a finger into the waist of his pants to pull him that much closer to her, returning to the mad passionate kiss on the lips. When they separated, Peach ran her tongue over her lips, as she worked on undoing his pants, "Feel free to stop me anytime~!" she said in her best attempt at a seductive tone, hinting at something he could do.

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Seeing her rise up to her feet Solaire smiled down at her as his tuxedo was opened and the undershirt were slightly unbuttoned by the time Peach approached him. His skin tingles when she laid kisses to his bare skin with every agonizing moment she stripped him down. It made him shiver with delight and blood continued to flow through him. The faith scent of soaps still linger upon his flesh from the immaculate care he had taken before this evening. His head felt cloudy and all he could think of was those lovely blue eyes, and pink lips pressing to his skin, wreathed in gold threads. Cufflinks fall to the floor along with the tuxedo and his shirt. It did not take long for her to strip him down at the top. Pulled closer to him by his belt he found himself immersed within the very source of his lust for life. His tongue became ravenous sharing in the moment of twisting and writhing about against hers, lips pressed to one another. Every moment passed stealing more and more air from him and with a soft gasp of air he was crimson within his cheeks.

She asked him to stop her at any time. Solaire made one move to do exactly that. Placing his hand over hers, he guides her hand down to the tent in his pants. His manhood was aroused in full, blood flowing towards it, forging it in such fervor. Gently holding her palm against him so he whispered sinfully. "Not so fast... I want to see you too." The belt buckle had loosened and slipped free within her hands whilst his remaining hand reached around to the small of her back to blindly find the way to slip that party dress off her lovely form. Zipper, button, clasp, none would deny him that image of her bare before him. The more difficult part was that single sling that went over her shoulder. It forced Solaire's fingers to trace along the skin and the hem of her dress understanding how it all came together. Because of the time spent, she could easily take advantage of it to keep removing his clothes or just grope him. After all he gave her the invitation to.

Naturally a bra would have proven the most difficult obstacle for him and he actually would have had to use both hands. Fortunately it didn't seem like this was the case since her dress gave him the impression that it wouldn't be there. Either way he hoped to keep his desires in check so as not to spoil the moment. One hand snaked behind her head, caressing the skin and running his finger up into her hair to pet her. Gently he tilted her head back so as to expose her neck and kissed just at the nape. Slowly his lips trailed down to her shoulder and to that sling over her shoulder. With his teeth he carefully pulled it off the shoulder and over the arm. In a bolder move his other hand runs up around her body. Over the hips, along the stomach and up towards her breasts. He was confident Now he felt he understood the bad behavior between Nyx and Katarina... this was fun. He tried to pull the dress down from her chest and down her hips, using both hands to make her shed that alluring garment like a snake shedding skin. He would have to kneel before her in order to do so and he did exactly that. Of course he took that opportunity to taste her. Dragging his tongue between her breasts, down her stomach before stopping just at the hips. His eyes held the hungry tale of his desires when he looked back up at her.

Solaire knew he couldn't keep her away from that belt and his pants forever and as such when she finally exposed him his erection curved up with a small throb of desire running through it to greet her. There was no shame in him when exposed like this to her. He had no desire to shield himself and lets her look over him however long she wished. The crown of his manhood had been snipped to expose it fully and it had been kept shaven. For the sake of hygiene... and appearance in hindsight. He promised depth with his natural 'steel' but the intense heat within it promised to keep her warm in the depths of winter.

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Peach's breath was getting heavier as she helped Solaire out of his nice shirt and his cuff links, before attempting to finish his undressing. He stopped her, however, to say that he wanted to see her first, sliding her hand down to his manhood, causing another sharp gasp to escape her. Already she could feel the heat radiating from him as she gave it a loving squeeze, before sliding her hand along the length repeatedly, with all the sensuality of a refined woman in love.

Peach purred as his hands explored her, and even she could tell it was to figure out how her dress worked. She giggled lightly as she whispered, "It just slips off~!" which gave him the information needed to bite the shoulder strap of her dress to pull it down far enough that her chest was exposed, revealing her white strapless bra. She would reach behind her back to unhook it, keeping her arms otherwise pinned to keep it in place. She purred again with his hand in her hair, tilting her head to the side to go back to her neck, going down this time, getting more labored breathing. When he started licking down her body, she let the bra slip from her arm's pin, letting it fall to the floor before he got there. She had average breasts, with hard nipples at this point, showing her arousal.

The hand that wasn't loving his erection was in his hair as he went further down, though he stopped as he got to her waist. Peach murred in happiness as he stood back up to let her finish stripping him. She undid the pants, sliding her right hand under everything to get a feel of it first. She gasped as she felt it, "Oh, Solaire..." She let go of him and slipped her hand mostly out of his pants, only to slide them along the waistband, slowly easing his pants down. She bit her lip and gave a quick "Mmph!" as it sprung up to meet her. As she pushed his pants down as far as her arms would reach, so bent her knees to slowly lower herself til she was on her knees. She wouldn't take her eyes off of his hidden 'steel', though her intention was simply to help his feet out of the pooled pants around them.

Once the knight's feet were free, she give his cock a kiss, then slowly rose, running her body along his, rubbing it along the center of her chest. While she rose, she hooked the dress with her thumbs and pulled down on it, letting the dress fall to her feet from gravity, leaving her in white panties that matched her bra, as well as pantyhose that was barely darker than her skintone. Peach realized she wanted to know what it was like to be loved as a normal woman, thus she reached up to her chest, and removed the brooch, but not losing an ounce of her natural glow. She lightly set it on the bedside table if one was present, showing she was manaless, but there's a certain magic around that no mana could replicate.

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It felt so simplistic and silly when she told him that the dress simply slipped off. Thankfully Solaire knew what to do then and even more so she had managed to remove her bra whilst he was so distracted. So that when it slipped off her, he had a rather wonderful surprise waiting for him when he looked up and saw that magnificent body of hers in explicit detail. That image was one he wished to burn into his mind forever. Just her as she was smiling down at him with such affectionate eyes. When he rose up he whispered "Beautiful..." and kissed both of those hard nipples just to see how sensitive her chest truly was and also just to indulge in her somewhat. He wanted her with every passing second.

The way she had caressed his manhood through those silken clothes of his felt heavenly. It made him seize up when she began to do so. Just her teasing him was enough to turn his desires loose. The tension seemed like a taut bowstring about to snap... or would the elm crack under the tension. Either way it drove his mind wild with lewd thoughts. The smile he wore was one drunk with enjoyment. That mounted when she resumed with stripping him down. Coaxing him like this made him grow harder and more pronounced. The kiss felt like a contrast of cold ice to an overheated body. A very welcome sensation with a silken touch. He might have chastised himself for getting so excited but he honestly wasn't in the mood to care. Just her body rubbing against his was bliss enough.

Solaire watched her take off the brooch and quietly he admired her once she set it aside upon the bed. Stepping away from his discarded clothes he approached her and had to figure out exactly where he wanted to start first. It didn't take long and it was not hard. Those lovely colored peaks of her breasts were just begging for attention and he wanted to properly worship her before they rushed into the main course. Taking off her panties could wait. Gently he held her in his arms by the waist. During this time he gave her a deep kiss once again, because he enjoyed the taste of her... and then playfully pushed her backwards onto the mattress. Soft fleece blankets caress bare skin and really were good for keeping warm, even in the cold winter. He crawled beside her kissing along the outside of her thighs. Slowly, little by little those trail of kisses worked their way up along her belly and towards her breasts. Rolling his tongue along her skin he sampled, her breasts.

To Solaire, she tasted of honey, as sweet as the passion fruit she was named after. His hands rubbed over her skin and a small sheepish moment came over him. "Sorry... I know my hands are quite rough." Blacksmith or knightly hands, it mattered not because his hands show the signs. In hindsight he probably should work on them so that his skin was softer to the touch. He did however want to keep going and that's exactly what he did. His hands work their way over Peach's tender flesh, his fingers rubbing over her to try and massage her whilst he kept his lips busy. Suckling upon her nipples he leaves them moistened with bated breath. His eyes kept upon her to try and gauge whether she liked something or not. He wanted to satisfy her and was paying attention for that very reason. He was quite determined to leave her satisfied this night.

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When Solaire had a bare chested princess before him, he gave the softest, with the softest "beautiful" she ever heard anyone use to describe her. She smiled innocently as she bowed her head slightly, trying to hide the blush. She knew everyone always meant it when they tell her, but this was the first time she truly felt beautiful. She's been pretty, she's been lovely, but she never felt this beautiful before.

Though Peach was pulled from those thoughts as a sharp gasp escapes her lips, since Solaire decided to test out her nipple sensitivity. She reacted by arching her back towards him, wanting those hard nipples to get even more love. Test complete, conclusion: Nipples are good! After stripping and teasing him, he gently coaxed her backwards towards the bed. She moaned as she realized his cock was rubbing against her womanhood, with only the fabric of her panties to keep the two apart. When the two would separate, he might notice the tip of his spear was a bit more wet than before.

She squealed in delight when shoved down onto the bed, her nearly naked form on display for him, giving him confirmation on why his cock was wet already, seeing a wet spot on her panties. She loved the sheets on the bed, and made a mental note to get sheets like these. Silk were nice, but got obviously dirty a lot faster. Again, her mind wandered but was brought back to the right space as he crawled onto the bed to lay next to her, kissing and licking her body, from the sides of her thighs, all the way to her breasts, then rubbed her body as he started sucking on her nipples, getting every positive reaction he could've expected. She arched her back to keep them close to his mouth, she ran her fingers through his hair to keep his head in place, she moaned deeply and even uttered a term he might've been familiar with, just not from her: "Fuck!"

Peach fought the urge to laugh in response to his apology, "Solaire, Sweetie... rough can be good... more for the tender bits to catch... more sensation... do anything to those hands... and I'll be very unhappy!" she said between gasps. Her nipples led her panties to become far more soaked than before, but she was loving his tradesman's hands over her body, exploring everything she had to offer.

She let out another moan as she grabbed one of his hands and slid it at an agonizingly slow pace down to her cloth covered pussy, letting him choose if above or below, but she told him what she wanted, "Please... feel how much I want you!" she gasped, knowing she'd basically get a shock to her system when/if he would.


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The muggy summer air licked at Alice's skin as she jogged through Brecan Woods. It was late enough that the sun was fully gone, and the full moon was at its high point, shedding a clear light on the partially overgrown path. She had run here every day for the past three months, ever since she broke up with her ex. The midnight runs calmed her mind, and when she went to bed she slept like a baby, not dreaming of what life could had been like.

She breathed in the night's air, her nose filling with the pollen of high summer. Even at night, her housemate still ran the air conditioning in the house they shared. They lived at the outskirts of their college's town and the backdoor lead to this path in the woods. She ran in a sports bra, small shorts, and panties. Even that felt like too much on a night like tonight. She dripped sweat as she ran, listening for the howl of wolves or the bark of dogs.

In the last three months she had never felt unsafe running along this path. But tonight felt different. Something felt different. Something felt dangerous. Alice felt her hairs on her back perk up and a heat warm in her core. She liked different. She liked dangerous, and after three months of putting her life back together, she was looking forward to the prospect of something... or someone else.

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Strength. Hunger. Desire. The wolf's world summed up in three words; the sum total of his existence on nights like this, when the man's mind took a backseat to that of nature's most perfect predator. An answer to the challenge of men. Evidence of that last bit already coated the muzzle of the white-furred creature; blood from a recent kill, still fresh. There was no telling what he'd consumed, though in the woods so late at night, there was little chance in it having been a human.

Crouched in the moon-bright folds of the forest, the creature seemed content to contemplate and digest, to savor his physique and form, his utter confident capabilities. Then the breeze shifted and the scent came. Ambrosia upon the wind, an aphrodisiac as potent as a bottle of blue pills and a pint of liquor, she called to him.

Uncoiling, the massive creature leapt into motion. Effortlessly graceful and cunning in the wood despite his size, the werewolf howled as he traveled, devouring distance with more speed than many vehicles. Minutes into her run, ruby eyes glinted out of the wood ahead, from a height that put whatever owned them at near eight feet. They blinked once, then vanished.

A second later, a low growling came from behind. There was a hint of warmth, the scent of musk mixed with raw, animal pheromones, then nothing. Now the ruby eyes were behind, a little closer, a little lower, the growl hungrier. A hunter toying with his prey.

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Alice kicked off into a sprint when she heard a growl behind her. She had been expecting a howl in the moonlight. Not the growl of a hungry beast close to her. It was probably just her imagination, she thought as she sprinted down the path. Her legs flew over the dirt trail, careless of the energy it took, and letting her run consume everything.

Until she heard the second growl. That one was not in her imagination. Flight or fight response kicked in and---who was she joking---Alice was already running, now she ran faster. Adrenaline hit her veins faster than a large bore drip from an IV. Her heart thundered in her chest. Cold sweat pooled against her skin. Her feet hit the dirt hard and pushed her onwards. She was a mile into a three mile loop. There was no way she was going to make it to the end---back to civilization. Her only hope was convincing what ever it was that growled that she was going to be far more work then it was worth to catch.

Her lungs burned as she raced on. She risked a glance behind her. There was a faint glow of red, like eyes reflecting in the moonlight. Her foot hit a branch. Small. If she had been watching the ground she could have just run over it. Alice fell, twisting her ankle. Her left shoulder hit the ground with a dull thump. She cursed and tried to stand. Her ankle gave out. She fell on her ass and started backing up, shuffling away from whatever was hunting her.

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A high, chittering laugh bubbled from between the wolf's gore-caked mouth as he finally stepped into view. First on all fours; a horse-sized creature of nightmare, then, impossibly, sliding into a full humanoid walk. Matted hair, white as milk, covered the creature's grotesquely proportioned body---its mixture of human and lupine features a bizarre amalgam of grace and power. Digits ending in long, jagged claws worked as the creature stepped forward smoothly, devouring distance. At over eight feet tall, each of its strides seemed to cut the distance between him and his prey by yards, not feet.

And then the worst abomination of them all became visible as the moon's alabaster light shone across more of the torso. There, dangling between powerful thighs, was a half-hard member. Proportioned more in-line with a wolf than a man (and therefore only of a size with an extremely endowed human, rather than he foot and a half of cock it might otherwise be), the thing was a mixture between animal and man: pink tip glistening past its sheath, heavy glans dangling beneath as it moved closer.

Then it was towering above her, one hand slashing out and down, fingers wrapping around the girl's shoulder as it leaned down, jaws opening, fetid breath spilling across her face as it leaned in for the kill... only to pause. Nostrils flaring, the wolf inhaled, then tilted his head to the side. He wasn't that hungry after all. This human smelled... was that arousal on her? Releasing her shoulder, the wolf slid its paw-hand down her torso, feeling at her navel and below, probing to discover whether or not its suspicions were correct, too instinctive and bestial to realize that her clothes were in the way for anything.

Not that the creature's ignorance would last long; for behind those luminous, red orbs a malign intelligence lurked, half-asleep, yet stirring awake now that some new entertainment had appeared.

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Alice's pulse raced as she waited for whatever was hunting her to step into the clearing. She did not expect what came. Larger than a man, a huge beast stepped into the clearing. Large red eyes. White fur, and claws that looked like they could rend flesh from bone. Alice let out a silent scream as the creature walked towards her. It walked like a man, but looked like a beast. Her eyes grazed the things crotch and she saw in the moonlight a thing of true terror. Nine inches of heavy cock. Half erect, and heading towards her.

She felt the things breath on her cheek, saw its sharp teeth and shuddered. She shook as the claws cut through her sports bra and left a long scratch down her stomach. They poked between her thighs. Petrified, Alice held her legs open, having no idea what the sharp digits might do to her skin.

"Oh god", she whispered as she felt on digit slide up her bum-length running shorts and cross over her sex. "Please, please, don't. You'll tear me up," she whimpered.

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The monstrosity hesitated at the girl's words, at her clear reluctance to comply with his wishes, as if the mere idea hadn't occurred to it. He was the alpha, the predator at the top of all food chains---who was she to resist or decline? That spark of intelligence whispered in the back of the creature's mind, suggesting that the sheer hubris of the woman was insulting. That voice more than the girl's denial made the creature angry. His eyes flared and his snarl grew, revealing those sharp, bloodied teeth in further detail.

His fingers curled, fur rolling across the girl's inner thighs and abdomen as it drew the caress upward, stroking across her chest, then back down between her thighs. This time, the he wrapped his oversized, oddly-jointed hand around the cup of her sex, squeezed that warm strength against her and loosed another body-jarring growl. The suggestion of the caresses was clear: he owned her and any efforts she put forth to resist would result in further horrors.

Not that either way---struggle or not---would prevent what was to come for her now; no, her responses would only change the tone and mechanism by which it happened. As if to accentuate that point, the wolf slid his free arm down, across his abdomen, and wrapped his clawed hand around his half-hard member, stroking the pink, half-human flesh in a lewd gesture of bestial lust.

Then the clawed fingers curled sharply, slicing jagged holes in the girl's pants, the razor-sharp tips creasing the skin as he reinforced the sentiment of his caress.

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Alice pulled away from the best, her back pushed tight against the tree. When the... thing cupped her sex, she just wanted to scream. Instead, feeling those razor sharp claws trace a line across her inner thighs, she just let out a whimper. Her body---much to her dismay and horror---responded to his touch. She could feel a fire light within her loins even as the rest of her body was submerged in a cold wash of fear.

Her eyes tracked his hands, like a slave watching the fall of his master's whip. She couldn't help but staring at his member. It was large. Not gigantic, as she might expected from a beast of his size, but on par, if not a little larger than the largest cock she had ever been with. Her high school boyfriend had a cock that big. Alice's mind---well really---her cunt wandered in memory of the teenager's hard cock thrusting into her. He sucked at sex, but something about a large dick inside of her sent her over the edge regardless. She doubted this beast would be as tender as he was. But she was beginning to doubt she would mind.

"Oh god," she whimpered when his claws sliced through her pants. Her hot sex hit the warm night's air. She felt blood pool and drip down her thighs. His claws had been sharp, and her thigh had just gotten in the way. She wanted to feel it the scrapes. See what he had done to her. However, she kept her hands, trembling, by her sides.

"Just, do it," she told him. There was no reason for any more terror. No doubt that he wouldn't fuck her senseless. No way out of being raped by a creature of the night. She was---perhaps rationally---coming to terms with it. Now she just wanted to get it over.

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Submission! Both wolf and man saw submission in practically the same way: submission changed the dynamic, made it less about conquest and more about territory. A bitch who fought needed to be tamed in whatever way was most likely to show her who was dominant. One who gave in, who raised her tail (or lowered her panties)---that was something else entirely. The abrupt shift allowed the man to stir within the feral beast. Of course, the man's intellect was colored by the same drives that had led to his initial transformation; human consciousness pumped full of monstrous needs and motivations.

The arrow-shaped head, white and beautiful---if not for all the gore covering the muzzle---twisted to the side as ruby eyes inspected the girl's face, searching for some hidden ploy. Seeing no weapons, no evidence of sly cunning, the wolf's jaws opened and he stood tall, loosing a long howl of pleasure. The motion arched his back, sent his pelvis forward, that half-hard cock stirring further to life as the beast proclaimed its successful hunt to the world.

Nothing responded. Nearby animals might have fled, but none dared to challenge the call. This further reinforced the werewolf's shifting priorities: from conquest to... something subtly different.

Leaning back down, the wolf slid onto all fours, though his build made the posture look slightly grotesque. His torso was too ape-like, too human, for the posture to seem entirely comfortable. Leaning down, forward, silken-hair covered head brushing across the captive girl's inner thighs, the wolf sniffed at her, moist nose brushing across her pubis and along her slit. Then, slowly, the long, velvet tongue slid out and rolled across the vulnerable girl's cleft---from clit all the way down, as far as her posture would allow. The animal knew none of a man's normal inhibitions or limits. One taste was all it took for the creature to begin lapping at his mate's opening, tongue pushing inside and wrapping against her folds as he explored her flavor, her scent, and enjoyed the fact that she was his now. His mate, willingly, forever.

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"Oh god," Alice repeated as the beast lowered itself down and lapped at her sex. It felt... perverse. That was the only word that fit. The beasts tongue was larger than a man's and rougher by far. But feeling it scratch against her sex was like heaven served with a side of saliva.

She hated her body to responding so eagerly to the beasts touch, but couldn't help bucking her legs up against it's face---and closer to those sharp teeth---as he liked her out. The thought of an orgasm---something she hadn't thought of in a very long time---crossed her mind. She doubted it would happen. Doubted she even wanted it to happen, but she certainly wasn't complaining about the processes.

Her hands moved to the beast's head. To stroke it, like she would a man's. Fur brushed through her fingertips, she pulled back. It felt so unlike the hair she was expecting. She snapped back into the warm summer night, the thing of nightmares between her legs, and the rising passion in her chest. The otherworldly feeling of bliss was vanishing quickly. Adrenaline spiked through her body again. Fight or flight. Her body's answer was cower in terror.

"Should I..." Alice started to ask, hating the words as stuttered out her mouth "Should I rollover for you?"

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At the girl's words, the werewolf loosed a snarl. The man within the animal had his ideas about what might happen: profane images of the girl licking his lupine cock, of her worshipping and servicing him like the bitch she was. But the animal was still in control, starved for affection that it had not had in is true shape. Without replying to the girl's offer, the wolf surged up, moving over her body and forcing her flat. Hair tickled and rippled across the girl's body as the creature moved above her and stabbed down with a curved motion of his pelvis.

The moist tip of his now mostly-erect cock rolled across her well-lubricated cleft, over her clit and up, across her stomach. Growling in frustration, the werewolf pulled back, arched again---another near miss, this one rolling across her entrance, threatening to skewer the poor girl's core. Then a third time, this one striking home.

A feral beast, the werewolf took no time to allow his captive to relax, to adjust to his oversized cock. He skewered her in a single, searing thrust, his width enough to fill her, his cock curved perfectly to roll across the interior of her body as if made to fit. And more. His veins like the ridges on some idealized sex toy, the wolf panted above his conquest as he began to pump. Quick, shallow thrusts, his tongue lolling from his mouth, the animal clearly had one ambition in mind: to finish inside her.

To have a true conquest as quickly as possible, just as the beast wanted. Inside that impossibly fit, capable body, the man's intellect encouraged the animal. For once the beast had its way, the man would rise up and have his, too.

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Alice slammed against the forest floor. The beast was on top of her. She felt her chest grind into the ground as her legs were spread. Her underwear was nothing to him. Nothing to the bestial cock that hovered between her legs, swinging, missing, and swinging again.

She screamed as he entered her. His head finding her entrance, and the rest of his cock following, rending her open. He fucked her quickly. His head sheathing itself into her sex again and again. It felt big. Bigger than she'd ever felt before. It filled her in a way no other cock had. It dominated her.

Alice felt her mind blank out. Her initial struggles go. Her body tensed, and then relaxed, turning into a quivering puddle of flesh sprawled on dirt. She clawed at the ground, trying to balance her body as the beasts hips rocked back and forth, shoving her a few inches forward and pulling her a few inches. It was hard. Dirty. Rough. Bestial, and Alice was loving every horrifying minute of it.

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The musky scent of animal; the silken-yet-matted fur against flesh; the throbbing width, human-yet-not within her; the silence and darkness of the forest around them. The world collapsed into panting, growling moments. Thrust, arch, grind, thrust again. Faster and faster, the massive creature worked itself into a frenzy, a bestial lust that no mere man could ever duplicate, no matter the circumstances. This was the raw-edged truth of nature itself, of domination and conquest. For the wolf, his entire world had collapsed to the pleasure wrapped around his cock, the clenching, milking hole that he used with such abandon. And in feeling her, the wolf lost himself.

Huge balls clenched like twin fists as the creature began to shoot his ropey, thick seed within his captive's vulnerable core. His final thrust, so deep, so perfectly positioned that the tip of his velvet cock nestled against her cervix, met with the creature's growling sigh, as if a great weight had lifted. Yet this was not over. No, far from it.

The flesh within the poor girl grew swollen, thickening to the size of a small-fist even as the first of the werewolf's spurts hit her. The white hot, blood-filled knot bound them together even as it stuffed the human girl in new ways, nestling against her g-spot, granting her union and complete fullness even as the trembling wolf continued shallowly bucking with his hips---both to fully relinquish his load and because of how sensitive he'd become in the climax.

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Alice shuddered as the beast rammed himself insider her. It filled her up like nothing in her life had. She always had a thing for big dicks. Or in her case big dildos. But this was nothing compared to the lifeless replica. It was warm, wet, and attached to a monster.

She couldn't help herself but get lost in a panting, moaning mess as the beast fucked her. She felt it's foul breath on her face, and it's strong, fur covered muscles strain as he plowed his way to completion. She shuddered as he finally came inside of her. The cock knotting, growing somehow even larger, and spending its seed inside of her.

Alice shivered in a puddle on the ground. Her own body spent. No orgasm tonight, but that would be a rutting she would remember with a mix of apprehension and pleasure. She closed her eyes and stayed still on the ground, her muscles completely relaxed as she waited for the beast to leave her.

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Time ticked by slowly. So very slowly. Everything was heat, the scents of sex, and the pressure of matted fur against flesh. And the pulse-pulse-pulse of the creature's hammering heart through its chest dimly and through its mammoth cock, quickly. In time, increments that seemed too small to divide into mere seconds, the warm night began to awaken. A few animals tentatively loosed calls to the moon.

Shortly after, the werewolf was able to work his way free of his victim. He slid free with a wet gushing easement that had everything to do with spent lust and, surprisingly, little to do with damage he'd done to the girl. Glancing down, nostrils flaring, the werewolf detected nothing to disparage; the girl had taken him well, with a sort of awareness of her body he might have associated with someone---or something---larger than the petite girl.

Jaws opening in a canine expression of pleasure, the wolf looked down into his captive's eyes. Now, the man was in control. The wolf had experienced its fun, its carnal lust spent, yet that was only half of their relationship.

Settling back on his haunches between the girl's legs, the werewolf extended one padded hand-paw and caressed the space between the girls legs, pressing all that moisture against her core and abused folds. The caress was genuine and sensual, for all the bestial properties behind it, and the expectant look on the werewolf's inhuman features held a note of savage anticipation. As if the girl would swoon over a single intimate caress.


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Georgia 'Gia' Kramer looked down at the keys to the honeymoon cabana one last time. Thinking her sister might have been right in the idea of getting at least 70% of her money back for the vacation she spent so much money on instead of actually coming down here on her own. It was a couples resort in the Bahamas which allowed all kind of adult fun that one might not find at other beaches. Yet Gia was too pissed to not attend.

It was supposed to be their mock 'honeymoon'. Neither she, nor her now ex-lover, desired the concept of the marriage but wouldn't it be nice to pretend, just for a little while. A little fancy roleplay. She had searched everywhere for just the right spot and saved up for months to afford the luxurious surroundings. She would be damned if that two faced mother fucker was going to screw her out of her white sandy beaches. So he wanted to fuck an accountant... someone less moody. Apparently a relatively well off writer was just too emotionally demanding. Oh yea... and he wanted to get married and have a family. Ugh. Fucking really?

First night there and she was two thirds into a bottle of wine. At least the food was delicious, even if she was alone. Not that she did not attract a certain amount of attention. There had been multiple offers since this mornings run on the beach, even from the massage therapist. It just wasn't clicking for her. Deeply appreciative that the cabana was on the farthest end of the beach and rather isolated, Gia decided to talk a walk to burn off the rather hazy buzz. There were little alcoves everywhere with couple giggles and moaning. It was almost more than she could stand. Making her way to the beach, it became more and more empty the further along she walked. Taking a deep breath Gia finally allowed herself a good cry, the salty breeze drying up a good deal of the tears. Looking at the full moon she sighed. "At least you understand Lady Luna..."

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Laisse floated, back arched, tips of her bare breasts just above the surface, saluting the silver moon. Her feet moved just enough to keep her barely moving, as she basked in the light that shared the same color as her skin, her hair, her almost-closed eyes. The water was cool, this far from the beach, but she was used to far colder, so it bothered her not at all. Neither did being alone, so late at night, so far off shore. The ocean held no terror for her. As she paddled---dabbled, really, hardly disturbing the surface, she sang to herself. No words, not even really a tune, just a faint, breathy rise and fall.

Suddenly she stopped, let her legs settle, and treaded water. Had she heard something? Her hearing was very sharp, where her eyesight was not; surely there had been... yes... yes, there it was again. Someone was crying. A woman, from the sound of it. A woman lost and alone, near the shore.

Teeth as white as her skin glinted briefly in the moonlight as she smiled, and started a somewhat stronger stroke, taking her closer in. She sang as she swam, as well, a bit louder, a bit more firmly. A song intended to be heard and answered.

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Gia wrapped the thin shawl around her shoulders as the breeze picked up, sniffling as she faced the breeze. The waves lapped at her now bare feet, the sound of the soft crashing being overtaken by something else. A sound. No... it was a song. Someone was singing, but where was it coming from. Gia could swear it was out on the water, squinting she could not see a boat, even in all the moonlight a silhouette would at least appear. Listening intently the writer tried to dial in on the tune, her angst and hurt forgotten by the puzzle of the sound. She did not the know the song but it was beautiful. It begged a reply.

With a thought Gia could only come up with a song that she loved. _Open up your heart, full love... your love. Sailing on a winedark open sea. Sailing on a winedark open sea._ It was silly, but it was all she really knew at the moment. God knows who she could be singing to.

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Even once the water was shallow enough she could stand, Laisse swam, until her fingers actually found bottom. She far preferred the water to the land; one was peace and serenity and majesty, even in full storm, while the other clung to one, dragged at the feet and the heart, was full of harsh noise and glaring lights and too many people. At last, though, she had to stand up, if she wanted to get any closer to the woman who wept.

She rose, then, an exotic, alien vision. Exceptionally tall, well over six feet, with long long legs. Skin the color of the sand, eyes reflecting moonlight like a cat's, only silver-blue. Broad feet, with toes that spread like those of a person who never wore shoes, dug into the sand. She was totally nude, breasts small and girlish and high, hips slender but curved, waist almost impossibly narrow. No hair between her rounded thighs, but that on her head, oh my stars! It hung in a massive cascade almost to the ground behind her, more metallic and reflective than white, even sodden as it was.

She might have been a ghost, stirred up from some wreck near shore, pale and odd and lovely. Her song continued until she was within arm's reach of Gia, then she stopped, and cocked her head. "You weep," she said, stating the obvious, in a slightly lisping tone. It was hard to say whether it was a speech defect, or an accent, in the manner of speakers of certain dialects of Spanish. "The night is warm, and the moon is high, here on the shore. Why do you cry, Lady?" Oddly, the 'Lady' sounded more like a term of respect, than the usual casual 'hey lady!' of common speech.

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Did the moonlight come to life? Gia blinked a few times trying to get a bead on the woman standing before her. Being only about five and a half feet tall, the white woman was a giant to her. The creator insider of her started coming up with a million ideas but more than anything there was a mix of mesmerizing terror and curiosity concerning this... woman? Gia licked her lips and blinked again.

The question lingered in the air between. "The night is warm, and the moon is high, here on the shore. Why do you cry, Lady?" Gia had to really think of her reply, mostly because the shock of this encounter could have knocked her over. Was it the wine? "I... umm... broken... my heart. I have a broken heart" she managed to say in a somewhat level voice. Looking around for a boat... anything to explain this woman's presence. "Where did you come from?" she said softly, stepping back a little, uncertain as to what she was supposed to do. Indeed this stranger was captivating but it also startled Gia in an unexpected way.

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"I was swimming," the beach wraith said, matter-of-factly and making a vague gesture over her shoulder at the gently surging ocean. There was the faintest breath of onshore wind, so the swell sloshed and rattled against the sand almost enough to drown out the odd visitor's soft voice. "I heard you. I came."

A long finger brushed a feathery trail down the side of Gia's nose, collecting some of the teardrops. Unlike the rest of her, the woman's nails were dark, almost black, and were filed into wicked points. The contact, though, was no more forceful than the breeze. "A Lady so lovely should not be brought to tears. But if one must cry, there is no place better than by the water. Your tears run down to Mother Ocean, and part of you returns to her with every drop." A tiny smile, and the woman's finger found her mouth. A vaguely pink tongue touched the tip, licking away the teardrops.

Then she turned, away from the disturbing sights of buildings and lights, and sat down in the sand, knees to her chest, flat feet burrowing. She had to be European---she clearly had no body-shame whatsoever. Dark though it was, her pose would give anyone passing close full view of her womanhood. "I am called Laisse," she said, patting the sand next to her, indicating that Georgia should join her. "If you truly wish solitude, I will go. But heart-hurt is better dealt with in company. So I will stay, if you wish it, and sing to you a while." As she looked up, her smile grew broad. "Or perhaps you would like to swim with me? It is difficult to hold to grief while in the Mother's embrace."

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Tremulous chills raced down Gia's spine at the stroke of the long black fingernail. Her hazel eyes widening at the strange woman's responses. Apprehensive at first, the writer sat next to the moonlight colored woman tucking her legs beneath allowing the shawl go slack and reveal the thin straps of her cotton dress. Responding with a half-hearted shrug "You may stay if you wish, though I might not be the best of company." Taking along moment to observe the moonlight in her hands, she whispers softly almost to herself, soft tears sliding down her cheek again. "It doesn't really matter anyway I guess. I think I already knew it was going to happen. I mean regardless of what someone says, actions speak louder, right? One's body language will always reveal the truth."

Gia's eyes searched the distant horizon for a boat, anything to explain this woman's sudden appearance. She knew the docks were on the other end of the island, and considering that Gia had rented the most exclusive portion of the facility, the woman had to be a guest, right? Who just swims from another island in the middle of the night? For fun? The thought of it was nagging at her. "I do not know if I could swim out there in the dark, where all manner of things could make a meal of me" she forced the nervous chuckle in order to break the hurt and the fear, glancing over at her companion. "How do you do it? How are you not afraid?" Hazel eyes rounding on the albino woman, curious to the answer.

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Laisse laughed, very quietly, a sound like wind and clattering seashells. "How do you walk through your streets, without fearing one of your carriages will strike you where you stand? Or that some male may not decide to take you for his pleasure, whatever your desires?" She looked at the sky, staring at the moon, humming an eerie few bars, then looked back at Gia, with a narrow smile. "Awareness. And body language, yes? You tell those around you you do not fear them. If you run, if you cower, you are seen as prey. If you refuse to be moved---it leaves your status in doubt. What might harm you will look for easier victims."

A fine hand again waved out at the dark water. "It is no different out there, in the Mother's world." Another chuckle. "Though it is quieter. So dark, and peaceful." After a moment's silent pause, she stood, turned to face Gia, reached down a hand. "Come. We will walk the water's edge. You will see. When you feel the Mother kiss your toes, you will know there is nothing to fear, not with me beside you."

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Gia nodded at the reasonable statement and chuckled nervously herself."Yes but I can see them, the are not floating beneath the dark surface of the deep" replied the brunette. Her lips giving a little smile, as if the challenge of explaining the whole thing pleased her. How did the woman not about cars? Carriages she said, not cars. And her reference to the men, just as male. Gia quirked an eyebrow in curiosity.

Before she could respond further, the strange white woman stood up and offered her a hand, walking to the water's edge. The prospect seemed simple enough, yet the thrumming of Gia's heart would not settle. Taking the offered hand she stood up, her skin veritable shaking with fear, curiosity and excitement.

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As if she were guiding a small child, the eerie pale woman steered them towards the faintly phosphorescent waterline. Always half a step ahead of Gia, she kept her pace deliberate, so as to not rush the other woman. Her touch was cool, probably still chilled by her swim, but her hand was soft, and held only lightly to the tip of Georgia's fingers.

Soon, the pair was ankle-deep in the warm water, the gentle ripples tickling at them like schools of tiny fish. Laisse turned their course so they were walking parallel to the shore, with her on the seaward side.

"You see?" she said after a few paces, taking Gia's hand more fully into her own. "You feel Her touch, and Her breath on the wind. Thee is no fear here." A sight tug, and she urged Gia a little further from dry land, about knee-deep. "We could swim, if you like. I promise, I will not leave your side."

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Knee deep and the water was already weighting down the thin fabric of the dress. Gia unwound her shawl and lifted it so the wind would carry it back to the beach. Her key for the cabana was on a elastic hairband around her wrist. Looking back toward shore and then back to Laisse standing in the dark water. Why not swim for a little while, there was no one waiting for her, and the tide appeared to be relatively calm.

"Very well" Gia acquiesced to the pale woman's offer. The woman was hesitant, but step by step she would be led into the cool waves of the ocean. Well until she would become buoyant and had to tread water to stay afloat. Turning on her back, Gia floated up a little, allowing herself to look up at the moon which matched the milky colored skin of her swimming partner. "Where do you come from?" The brunette wondered aloud, thinking that maybe it just a foreigner thing to swim at night in the ocean.

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"I live wherever I am," Laisse replied, uninformative and mysterious. "I am always moving, so I do not think of myself as being 'from' anywhere, especially." With a soft laugh, she looked at the moon. "Wherever there is sea and sky, I can be happy. I do not like being too far away from water, or too long on land. It drags me down, makes me... testy."

Her vague Cheshire grin was turned on Gia, and she raised her chin and one eyebrow a fraction. "Surely you are not going to wear your dress while we swim?" she asked, sounding a bit incredulous. "Not only is it bad for the fabric and unsafe for you, it is a bit silly, don't you think? You do not bathe in your clothes---why would you go to the Mother in them?" While her tone was joking, it sounded far less that she was making fun of Gia than it did that she was genuinely confused by her behavior.

She raised Gia's hand to her cheek and pressed it there before releasing it. "Leave it on the shore, with your key. It will be safe. Trust me." Then she laughed again, more loudly. "If you are truly so shy, I promise I will not look until the water is deep enough to hide you." Turning her back, she presented Gia with her magnificent curtain of gleaming hair, which clung wetly to her back and hid her form from neck to mid-calf.

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Gia had a rush of confused feelings unwind in her. What did matter if she swam in the dress. It was so thin that it would merely float at best. "Very well" the writer replied. She turned her back to the pale woman and pulled the dress off over her head. Slipping the elastic band off her wrist, she bound the two together and tossed them back on to shore with her shawl. Only the tiny panties she wore were all that remained on the writer, who was unsure if anyone could see her in the moonlight, she crossed her arms over her chest, tucking her fingers under her arms and walking a little space by herself.

Even this shallow, as far as she could see, was limited in her vision and the fact made her afraid. She stepped gingerly and reluctantly forward into the unknown. her body shaking. Why was she so afraid? It was that what could not be seen. Not unlike people, you could not truly see what was hiding in their thoughts and intentions. What on the outside might seem safe, on the inside was truly dangerous. "OK I am ready" she said, standing next to the pale woman, trembling.

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Laisse's hand reached out, found Gia's, twined with it. A few quick steps, and she launched herself forward, drawing the other woman with her, before rolling onto her back to float serenely. The tips of her perfect breasts broke the surface, grayish nipples reaching out towards the moon in an odd mirror of her toes. "You see?" she said. "Isn't it warm, and lovely?"

Letting go of Gia again, she rolled and dove, rounded butt bobbing up like a fisherman's bobber, then her long legs, then gone, only to pop back to the surface a few yards away. "It slopes very gently. I can just touch bottom here. Do not be afraid. Come to me---oh!" She let her head fall back, and laughed once more. "Perhaps also you should tell me your name, o sorrowful one!"

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Gia was dragged forward, her legs not quite as long as Laisse's when the woman launched herself into the water. The writer floundered but finally found purchase and submerged completely into the waves. She eyed the pale woman who was floating, dipping her head back her shoulder length dark hair slicked back away from her face. It was warm... lovely was subjective. But Gia nodded silently. When she was released, she moved through the water, heart hammering. There was really no place for her to go, so she merely hung back a little and watched the other woman swim.

Gia arched an eyebrow at the suggestion that she be not afraid. It was then that Laisse asked her name. The dark haired beauty turned a bit and looking up at the moon. "My name is Georgia... but you may call me Gia" she whispered. Daring to go no further than where she could stand comfortably with her face above the water, Gia attempted to paddle around. This woman she was swimming with seemed almost like a sprite... if it was six feet tall. A description nagged in her brain that she could not put her finger on.

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"Gia," Laisse repeated softly, then again, like the whisper of a far-off breeze. Her tongue, a shockingly almost-normal deep pink, dark against the marble of her skin, probed her lower lip, tasting the name. Next, she sang it, pitching her voice high, the cry of a sea bird, or the distant call of a mother announcing dinner to wherever in the neighborhood her offspring might be adventuring. "Gia...!!!!!"

And then, with a laugh and a splash, she vanished, diving swiftly and leaving only a series of expanding rings to mark where she had stood. "Gia...!!!" Came from off to the left. Then again a moment later, "Gia!" to the right. It seemed impossible---the woman would have to be a better than Olympic-class swimmer to cover such distance so quickly.

Abruptly, she was behind Gia, cool, wet breasts poking lightly at the backs of her shoulders, a hand stroking her hip. "It is a pretty name, for a pretty woman," she whispered, lips close to Gia's ear. "A name for someone who should not be in grief and alone. Especially here." An arm snaked around the shorter woman's waist, drawing her close, but no gripping so tightly that she could not pull way, should she choose. "Will you not let me comfort you, Gia-who-weeps-by-the sea? Swim with me a while, then lie with me tonight. At worst, you will not be alone."

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So nervous was Gia that she had to suppress the giggle welling in her throat, feeling the woman behind her, the words in her ear. It tickled at her brain. "Swim with me a while, then lie with me tonight", the idea at first a seed planted in her mind and started to grow into a feeling deep in her body. Any fear of things moving in the darkness of the water was dashed from her mind with the pale sylph-like woman holding her. She could feel the twin points of Laisse's breasts grazing against her back. A shiver, a hesitation, then with a deep breath Gia turned around and faced the milk white woman.

Pale colored eyes searching the mysterious creature for an answer she did not know if she had, Gia could only nod. Lips parting slightly before words managed to appear. "Yes" was about all she could muster. Her heart thrummed like a hummingbird in her chest. "I have never..." she looked to the side with a blush, if one could see it in the moonlight "...with a woman before..." Gia looked down, biting the edge of her lip.

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Laisse's arms wrapped around Gia's waist, cradling the woman more tightly against her long form. "It is not so different from with a man," she whispered, giving a vulnerable earlobe a playful nip. "There is more sighing and less grunting. The waves break more slowly. And there is far less waiting for your lover to regain strength..."

As she spoke, she was turning them so they faced the shore. Then she leaned back and pushed off, still holding Gia close, and used a gentle scissoring of her legs to gradually propel them into deeper water. Her chin tucked into Gia's shoulder, lips against her neck, and slowly her hands moved up to cup over the rounds of Gia's breasts. And still the lights of the hotel grew more distant.

"You see?" Laisse murmured against Gia's skin, lips and tongue tracing tiny, lazy patterns over her pulse. The water was cool enough this far out that the tall albino's skin felt hot against Gia's own---or perhaps the heat was being generated elsewhere, deep inside her? "You see?" she asked again. "It is just us two, and the moon, and the Mother. Nothing to fear."

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The moment was surreal, the woman's voice intoxicating to Gia. The hesitation about the dark water, drifted away with the touch of the Laisse's hands on her body, seeming to focus more on the feelings bubbling insider body and the distance as they swam out further. When the would pause, Gia would slowly tread water before allowing herself to bump against the pale skinned woman again. The touch of their flesh brought a fresh zing of warmth to Gia's cheeks, what would it be like, she wondered to herself. Allowing the thought of the unknown slip further and further away.

"May I taste you?" Gia asked bashfully, swimming towards the woman, face to face. Rose colored lips so close to the pale woman, what would she taste like?

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"I'd hoped you'd want to," Laisse whispered, drawing Gia into her. As their bare breasts pressed together, the taller woman wrapped her legs around Gia's waist and leaned back. The unlikely configuration, rather than rolling or flipping and dousing them both, somehow found stability, floating easily. Gia was lying on top of her newfound companion, who was herself comfortably established on the world's largest water bed. Gentle swells lifted and set them down, but never was there any sensation they might be in any danger.

Salt. Salt was mostly what Laisse's mouth tasted like, and a faint green growing flavor rather like the seaweed in a bowl of miso soup. After their lips had become better acquainted, Laisse's shocking pink tongue reached out, flicked the tip of Gia's nose, then stroked over her lips, pressing lightly, requesting entrance.

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_Mmmmmm... salt, the ocean, the flavor of life itself..._ was in the mouth of Laisse for Gia. She had always been deeply attracted to the power of the Deep but also afraid of what lie beneath. Parting her rose colored lips further, allowing purchase of the beautiful woman's pink tongue the simmer of want in the depths of her belly began to fan itself into a flame. The water felt warm around her as skin found even more skin, Gia leaned into Laisse her hands moving of their volition over the pale flesh of her new lover. Discovering the texture and terrain of such a lovely alabaster expanse. Just trailing the sides at first before becoming a little more bold and caressing the full breasts of the mermaid. _Mermaid?_ for that was the only name Gia could possibly come up with for the strange and entrancing woman.

Inch by inch her touch became a little more bold and a little less hesitant. Squeezing the soft underside of the firm mounds before a delicate thumb grazed over a pert nipple. The crinkled flesh feeling so familiar yet very foreign. Parting her lips she found herself dipping into a kiss that has been missing for the longest of times. The thrill was overriding all the childish fears of not knowing and the excitement of discovery emboldened the dark haired writer in being a little more insistent with her kisses. As if just this simple consummation of lips on lips were driving a long hidden desire to the very surface of her person. Pulling back a little Gia licked the lower lip to Laisse in a teasing manner. "I want to kiss you everywhere" Gia whispered in the glowing night. Her eyes wide and earnest looking into the pale woman's face.

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The pale swimmer giggled, tongue tracing Gia's bottom lip before giving a playful nip---hard enough to surprise and sting, not hard enough to do more than that. "For that, we'd best return to shore," she murmured, wrapping her companion up in her long arms and legs again. "Unless you are going to surprise me, and tell me you can breathe water?"

In some way hard to describe (but pleasurable to experience), Laisse wriggled them around so her back was to the shore and, lying back again, used one leg to lazily kick them back towards the beach. With every stroke, her slender body undulated against Gia, rubbing sensitive bits together and establishing a calm, heartbeat-like rhythm. Despite her lack of haste, it wasn't long before their toes dragged against the sand. Laisse unwound from around Gia, and took her hand to lead her back to the edge of the surf before turning and hugging her again. One hand draped her insanely long hair up and over Gia's back, a cool, wet, and surprisingly heavy sort of privacy curtain.

"Here?" the lovely oddity asked, nipping her new lover's neck as she had her lips, a line to tiny little bug-nip bites, startling and arousing. "Still in the Mother's lap? Or are you too shy? We could go to your hut, if you prefer."


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The mospiders, a race of wicked winged blood-sucking arachnids, were feared as a vile pestilence across the realm. Many were those who fell victim to ravenous swarms of these beasts, their bodies eventually found as little more than withered husks drained of their blood and fluids. Worse still, some women who came across these creatures were whisked away, never to be seen again, their fates forever a mystery...

So it was that an elven woman was captured while hunting on the outskirts of her village's borders. The mospiders swarmed upon her, but instead of draining her blood, grabbed her by her limbs and carried her to their nest: a massive structure built of web and silk. Soon, she was brought to an empty chamber, webbing holding her hands behind her back and her knees to the floor. Soon, their queen emerged: her face pale, but her lips and primary eyes blood red, compound secondary eyes on her temples lighting up. Her body, except for her head, chest, and nethers were covered in black chitinous plates... and from her nethers hung a slender organ.

"...it's been years since I've had an elf brought here... yes, you shall make a fine mother for my children... and a fine lover..." the queen mused, her tongue running hungrily over her ruby lips.

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It was rare to find an individual who hadn't been made aware of the threat the mospiders brought to the world. Too often would a family be destroyed when the news was received that yet another man had been drained, reduced to nothing but a husk of what he once was. They were a fearsome foe, hunting in packs and striking swiftly. The looming threat of an invasion was always present, and it made even the simplest task a terrifying ordeal.

It was with this heavy weight hanging above that a young elf, Maana, had traveled just outside the village limits, feeling the need to hunt to help provide from the small settlement she'd chosen to stay in. With such dangers around them, elves needed to stick together, and she was no terrible shot when it came to the bow. The mospiders were a problem, but they only really hunted men, and such a thing could never happen to her, right? The buzzing and various inhuman noises the insectoids made came too late to Maana's ears, and with little room to fight, she was snatched and carried away, her wooden bow falling on the dirt with a light thud.

Oh, but she did not go without a fight, screaming and kicking all the way to the strange structure of web and silk to no avail. When they'd reached their apparent destination, the young purple-haired elf found her hands webbed together behind her back, and her knees to the floor. She was trapped, all right. It was all she could do to grimace, trying to stave off the terror she was feeling at this point in time. From somewhere in the chamber, another of their kind emerged, only... different. This one seemed to be more regal, confident, cunning. It was difficult to put it into words, but she felt it. Still, there was that hot head and loud mouth of hers, and to fight against her fear, she chose to shout and argue with the... woman? There was no missing the organ that hung from her nethers, proud and imposing.

"If you were going to kill me or whatever, you should've done it back there, you hussy! The elder's gonna come looking for me, and then you'll be toast, just like that!" The firebrand threatened her, biting down on her lip softly as she tried to struggle free from her silky bonds, with no luck. "So let me go if you want to live!"

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"Kill you? My dear, you seem to have the wrong idea..." the queen cooed as she knelt down before her captive, her fingers gently caressing the woman's cheek and hair. "One as beautiful as yourself... for you to die would be a great loss to this realm, and I couldn't bear to see beauty such as yours wasted on my ravenous children..."

With her thumb, she gently pried Maana's lips, bringing her face closer to hers. "No... you, I'm going to keep... all for myself~..."

With that, she kissed her. Her blood-red lips sealed over Maana's, and her tongue slipped into her mouth, gently caressing hers. What few knew was that when a queen mospider is ready to breed, her saliva becomes a powerful aphrodisiac venom that, when ingested or introduced into the bloodstream, would make the victim her willing slave. It was a slow process, but in time, as the queen massaged Maana's tongue with her own, she would not only be willing to bear her brood... she would crave it...

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Maana couldn't help but shiver as the queen knelt down to her level, teasingly running her fingers through her hair and caressing her cheek, like she was some kind of pet. "Oh great, I'm so glad I mean enough to you that you won't kill me. You're such a good person, kidnapping me to save me from the danger of, what, air?" She rolled her eyes, all too irritated with her captor. "Hmph!" She finished with a defiant tone, only to have her own supple lips pried open by nothing more than a thumb.

"Whaddayou---" Well, she tried to ask what the hell the mospider queen was trying to do, but it seemed she got her answer too quickly, as the queen pressed those rose red lips over Maana's own, the regal woman's tongue dancing with the elf's own, even as the surprised young woman did all she could to escape it. Something was wrong, however. She couldn't place a finger on it just yet, but she knew she had to escape. With a powerful motion, she managed to tear herself away from the inhuman queen, freeing her lips and tongue as she coughed, trying to get rid of any taste the mospider had left in her mouth.

"What the hell is wrong w-with..." She paused suddenly, almost doubling over from the odd sensation that began to run through her body. Her luscious hair hid her face when her gaze traveled to the ground, only for it to be partially hidden when the fiery elf shot a hateful look towards her. It felt wrong. She felt warm and slightly numb, and she couldn't stop feeling it. "You did this, didn't you? I... undo it! Undo it and let me go, and I... I might forgive you!" She replied venomously, following her words with an attempted motion to slam her head into the insectoid's body, perhaps in some half-assed attempt to buy herself some time. "I am not yours to keep, ugly!"

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"Hmmm, they all say that in the beginning... but don't worry. You'll come to see reason in due time~..." the queen teased as she eyed Maana's body up and down. She was dressed in a manner befitting a huntress: her clothes were lightweight, affording her a great deal of mobility while hunting. Perhaps not as integral to the attire was the cleavage she showed, her leather cuirass cut low enough that it showed a great deal of her flesh. 'Twas a wonderful sight, one that caused the organ dangling between her thighs to swell, engorging with blood until it was erect.

"In the meantime, I'd like to get to know you... better~..." she cooed. She stepped forward, gently propping Maana up on her knees, then carefully fitting her penis between her breasts. She pressed them together and began to rock her hips back and forth, sliding the length of her organ against the soft, supple flesh of her breasts...

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"I'll be saying it until the last moment you see me, monster." She growled, averting her eyes to try sparing herself some embarrassment as the queen inspected her body, taking in every curve, every bend and inch of skin there was to see, along with what was, for the time being, covered with cloth. Part of the elf wanted to believe that this was all just some nightmare, that she couldn't possibly be in this situation right now, but she'd be lying to herself. She wanted so badly to cover her breasts and cleavage, but the small twitch that she was able to manage, instead of the swift motion to protect herself, reminded her of the silken bindings.

The mospider wasn't wasting any more time, or perhaps she was and this was just her way of toying with her food, for lack of a better word. Either way, the erection she sported was proof that she'd seen enough, and the sound of disgust that escaped Maana's lips, along with the grimace, said all that needed to be said about the queen's decision to use her breasts as a masturbatory aid. Each thrust brought the head of that thing closer, poking her in the chin or on the lips, so she turned her head, that frown still very present. At least now it was just poking her chin and cheek when she gave one of the stronger thrusts, but that was a small victory, really. What could she even say at this point? "You're disgusting... you and all your children, they're terrible and... and disgusting." Of course, her curses didn't stop the aphrodisiac from running through her system, and the warmth of the queen's length felt oddly nice between her breasts...

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"It's true, me and my children are a bit of an... acquired taste..." the queen confessed as she rubbed her unit up against Maana's chest. "...and speaking of..." She pulled her penis back for a brief moment so she could turn the elf's head towards it. Then, she began to gently press the head of her penis against her plump lips, teasing her at first before slowly easing it into her mouth. By now, the venom in her system would disspell any notion of trying to bite down on her, even if she had no desire to fellate her.

"Ah~...I've almost forgotten how amazing an elf's mouth feels~..." the queen mewled as she began to slowly ease her penis in and out of Maana's mouth...

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"An acquired taste to who, people with no sense of taste or those without taste buds?" She shot back, glaring at her captor with such anger, despite her cheeks growing flush from the humiliation she was experiencing. "No. No, no, no, n-NNnnn!" She quickly tried to close her lips, to keep her from doing whatever she was going to do, but she couldn't keep the mospider queen from prying her lips apart and pushing her member in, while the venom kept her from biting down, the necessary parts feeling a bit numb to do so.

Slow thrusts were all the queen gave for now, but Maana still tried to get the royal's dick out of her mouth, pulling away as best as she could against the queen's methods of holding her there. Mumbled protests rang empty, only serving to pleasure the queen as they vibrated around her member.

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The queen held both of Maana's cheeks as she gently pushed her penis into her mouth, stopping just short of reaching her throat, then pulling back until only the glans remained in her lips. Her lips and hot, warm tongue caressing her unit, and the small vibrations from her groans of protest, were wondrous,

"...there is something that I must confess..." the queen spoke as she orally sodomized Maana. "Though I don't look it, I have grown rather old... and soon, I will die. There is a chance you may be my last lover. Before I pass on, I must leave behind at least one last clutch of brood, one of whom will grow into a new queen to take my place. If this is, indeed, my last time breeding... let us make this a day that shan't be forgotten~..."

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Her cheeks were being used to handle her, only adding on to the embarrassment she felt. She was being treated like a powerless brat, seeing how she couldn't even get her head away. Regardless of how gentle the queen's thrusts were, she was being raped slowly, and the elf's protests weren't doing a thing, only edging the queen on more.

Oh, and now she was being confessed to? What the hell kind of queen... Maana shook her head as wildly as she could to signal no, groaning and cursing around that cock all the while, her sound causing that wonderful tongue of hers to caress and run along the underside of the violating member. She was going to be bred, something about eggs? Hell no!

Her movements became more frenzied and erratic as the mospider clued her in on just what she had in store for her. She was desperate, just so desperate to get away. She still made small attempts to escape her bindings, to get the noble's cock out of her mouth, to do something that wasn't pleasing the bitch! And this wasn't breeding, this was non-consensual, unwanted, unwarranted! Maybe she could burn the bug lady with her gaze? She might as well put it to the test as she gave her the most hateful look she could manage, tugging and trying to escape all the while.

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The more fiercely Maana fought, the more fiercely her lips and tongue caressed the queen's member. It wasn't long until her resisting finally beared fruit as the queen groaned loudly and climaxed, filling her victim's mouth with her thick, sticky sperm. She held her head in place, ensuring that she swallowed every salty drop of her ejaculate.

After withdrawing her unit from Maana's mouth, the queen laid her on her back, her thighs spread. She carefully tore open her leggings, exposing her vagina. Then, with her venom-laced tongue, she started to slowly stroke her entrance, licking her from the bottom all the way up to her clitoris. She tasted wonderful, as could be expected of an elf in the midst of ovulation...

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The grip on her head and a drawn-out moan marked the queen's climax, and Maana's eyes opened wide as she was forced against her crotch, forced to swallow the sudden rush of cum, lest she choke. The salty taste stayed there on her tongue during and after the mospider's withdrawal, almost mockingly slow. "B-bitch!" She cried in outrage, trying to cough the stuff up, or at the very least, to get the taste out of her damn mouth.

There was the movement of her body as she was laid on her back, hands and wrists still useless. What pants and cloth she had covering her sex were easily torn open to reveal her vagina, and removing any shred of dignity she had left. "Don't you dare do this! I can't... I'm not carrying your e-eheehe... nnnnnnhaaa...!" She shivered from head to toe as the queen began to taste her virgin sex with that envenomed tongue of hers, from bottom all the way to that sensitive bundle of nerves. "S-ssss... sta-ha-haaaaap!" She cried, arching her back before wiggling around further, trying to find an escape method. Meanwhile, she could feel something intruding, some unwelcome warmth that she couldn't ignore, and it all started with the area the queen was giving attention to. "P-please... you have to sta... staaa... fffffffff..."

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After tasting Maana, the queen laid over her. She guided her penis into the elf: her body resisted at first, but eventually, her pussy gave way for the phallus, tearing through her hymen. She kissed the elf again as she raped her, her tongue penetrating her mouth, and her tongue massaging the elf's.

Her size was large enough that she easily reached her womb. She held Maana's hips as she began to carefully rock her hips against her's, pressing against her womb, until...

The next thing Maana would feel was something penetrating her cervix. From the queen's urethra emerged her ovipositor, a long, slender needle-like organ that forced its way into her womb. Once fully inserted inside her, she began to thrust into her. *Pap! Pap! Pap!* Wet slapping sounds echoed through the chamber as their hips slammed into each other.

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Maana felt the queen's weight upon her, along with something else, erect and firm, pressing against the entrance to her virgin sex. She did what she could to deny her captor interest what she wished for, but she couldn't keep her out forever. Enough manipulation, thrusts and enough force, and the mospider got her way, tearing through the natural resistance her body had. A pained shout turned wince rang out through the nest, silenced into a reluctant groan as the queen kissed her again, that tongue dancing around her own, spreading that venom through her system. Her groans of protest faded into slight moans and whimpers as she felt what was happening to her body, the well-endowed queen thrusting forward slowly until she prodded herself against the elf's womb.

She tried to shake her head, to beg no around that tongue, but it was unlikely the queen would care anyway. It hurt a little, but the pleasure was impossible to ignore. She felt drunk off of it, even as she felt tears rolling down her face. She could feel the woman's body against her own, her hips rolling gently. She pressed again and again against her womb, that barrier, until...

Her eyes went wide with shock and some amount of pain as something pierced through and reached her cervix, some strange needle-like thing. She became more frantic with her muffled protests and head-shaking, trying to wiggle and break free, even at this point. That dirty sound of flesh smacking against flesh in a rhythmic manner with every thrust pierced her ears, stuck in her head as it echoed off the chamber walls. Even as she protested, the physical signs of arousal were plain to see, her nipples stiff and her clit erect, despite her pleading.

[User] The queen grinned with delight as she was finally mating with Maana. Truly, this was the best she ever had, and will ever have: the warmth of her pussy, the rightness of her walls... and the pheromones from her ovulation. She had grown to love this woman... "I love you, my dear~!" she cried out as she slammed her hips against her victim's, taking one of her hands free from the web that bound it and weaving their fingers together. "Tell me that you love me~!" she begged.

[Assistant] With every slam, each and every thrust the queen forced upon the poor elf, her body buckled, providing no feasible resistance against her strength. The terrible insectoid woman ended the kiss, grinning down at her victim in a manner almost condescending. Maana could do little but gasp for air and ball up her hands into fists, though she wouldn't have a chance to use them. "Cut it out... please, s-stop..." She groaned, sweat coating some of the young woman's skin. The mospider's touch on her hand, those interlacing fingers, it disgusted her, and in a move of anger, she tried to grip that hand as hard as she could, hoping to at least cause some manner of discomfort. "I don't love you! I don't, I don't... I hate you, in fact! You're... you're disgusting and ugly and terrible, and I hope your hive dies with you!" She cursed between gasps and moans, feeling that odd warmth run through her veins again. Had she been poisoned again? It was her tongue that was doing it, making her look all ready... making her feel needy and sensitive.