Sunset Beach [Beowulf]

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It was not very often that the brute of a wolf wandered from his desert home... he had no reason to after all. Today however, was one of the rare days that he felt satisfied with life in general, and thus had chosen to make his way to the ocean. It was nearing the end of the day, soon the sun would be setting and taking it's burning heat with it, and soon Beowulf would be able to cool down for the night and relax. He had always found the sound of moving water soothing, a small secret that he had never revealed to anyone else...and most likely never would. It was no business of anyone else's to know his secret pleasures. As his paws slowly went from the dry, baked earth of his desert lands to the soft and giving properties of sand a new scent came to him on the ocean breeze.

One of Khalsa's females was out here. The scent was fresh, like she had just gotten here as well. He snorted, almost itching for it to be someone trying to make an escape... he would take some pleasure in personally turning in a runaway to the Rajah. He followed the scent, finding it to lead him straight to the water's edge. It was Siren... he had watched her from afar and generally left her alone since she joined the pack, but had heard she was a good lay. Beowulf knew her time for pups was close, and he also knew that once they were here... he would have the pleasure of weeding out the weak ones. He wondered if the female knew about that... if she knew that his word, aside from Kharak's, on the fate of the pups was final. Oh well, it didn't matter.

He contemplated turning and leaving, but considering it was his first time coming here and finding someone else, especially someone from his own pack, he decided that he would instead try a hand at having some company. He waited until she was aware of his presence before approaching her, "Hope you're not planning to swim away. I don't think you'd make it too far... in your condition." he said as he came up beside her. Beowulf had never been the best at starting conversations, particularly because he didn't care enough to really start them most of the time. "What brings you so far from Khalsa?" he asked as he lowered himself on his haunches, close enough to the water that the waves would roll up far enough to reach his paws. Ears pricked toward the other wolf as he waited curiously for her answer... if she was planning to escape, he could gather information for Kharak and report to him the following day.

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tagged|| Siren
notes|| Definitely not my best post for him... but it well get better!
sources|| Ria P., background

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Beowulf remained sitting in the sand, listening to the waves as he waited for an answer from the female in front of him. He briefly entertained the idea of wading into the water to cool off, but the idea left his mind as quickly as it had appeared when he heard her speak. "Good thing for you, I was not planning such a task... or you would have to come get me." The brute snorted at the very thought. She would not have made it very far in those waters without him easily catching up to her and dragging her back by the scruff of her neck... which was when thoughts of other reasons to grab her scruff came to mind. It had been a minute since he had indulged in the pleasures of being a male in Khalsa... perhaps that would be something his company could be of use for while they were here. "Oh please... you and I both know you're carrying extra weight... that wouldn't be a hard task." he paused for a second when he felt the cool ocean waters touch his paws, "Besides, I would almost enjoy jumping in after you right now." he finished with a flick of his ear.

His blood red eyes remained on Siren as she continued to speak, almost glad to hear that she hadn't seen him before. He liked to keep to himself for the most part, save for the times when he decided to enjoy a female's company. "Siren? Interesting name." he commented, tempted to ask if she had a singing voice to match. "Beowulf." he stated simply, offering nothing else for the time being. He couldn't help but let his eyes linger and travel the length of her body again and slowly coming back to her stunning blue eyes, a deep contrast to his own. "So if you weren't going to try to swim, why are you out here?" he said getting up on all four legs once more and stepping a little further into the water to let it cool him down. He knew heat was well done and over with, and the female that he was now next to was certainly carrying another male's pups... but he didn't care. Ever since the idea of feeling her scruff between his teeth had popped up in his head, he had felt his groin start to heat up with the thought of taking some pleasure out of this encounter. After all, he knew she wasn't one of the Ranis... but he figured he would let her enjoy the water for just a few moments longer.

word count|| 437
tagged|| Siren
notes|| Eh, he wants to do the do... but he feels nice right now because the ocean calms him... go figure.
sources|| Ria P., background

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The brute watched the waves roll in from the sea, just barely keeping his mind in the conversation he was having with the female. Ear's flicked when he heard the female speak again, chuckling at her words. "There's a difference in feeling and being weightless, Siren." he scoffed at her. He knew well how the water made one lighter than they were on dry ground, but he refused to believe that it would make that great of a difference if he had to retrieve her. If anything it would only make his job easier. He rolled his eyes at the mention of his parents, "I don't remember them... for all I know, maybe they did." he snarled at her. He turned to face her at a slight angle now, "Or maybe I'm just twice the wolf they had ever seen." it was a fact he did not remember his parents... nor his siblings, if he had ever had any. There was a void in his memory from before the Burning, but it was one he was not seeking to fill. It mattered not what the past had been after all... only the now, and what was coming.

'What brings you out here?' The inevitable question... but one he was by no means required to answer. "That, would be none of your concern." baritone voice seemed to ruble as he spoke, his mind now going to other things as he took in her body once more. "Seeing as I have some, unexpected company though... it seems there's so much more I could do out here." He stepped toward her and breathed in her scent. As suspected, she was very pregnant, by the mixed smells of two males there may be more than one father... but he could still separate the very feminine scent that was all her own, and all it took to harden his member. The male opened parted his maw and took in her scruff for a moment, relishing the feel of her skin in his mouth before letting go, only causing more pleasure to tingle his senses. "I hope those pups don't mind a visitor." he said in an almost sinister tone as he made his way down the length of her spine, turning as he reached her tail-end and sticking his nose underneath, letting his cold nose only lightly make contact with her hot, exposed flesh. For once he wasn't in a hurry to get his and get moving, it had been too long for that... now he only hoped the female he was about to take wouldn't take that from him and force him to be the usual brute that he was at one of his favorite places.

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tagged|| Siren
notes|| ---
sources|| Ria P., background

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The male was pleased to see how eager the female seemed to be to take him, her tail moved to the side on it's own and he noticed her legs had spread a little further apart as he had approached her rear. Beowulf inhaled deeply, taking in the mixed scents of the other males that had recently been inside her, but the particular scent that he sought, the one that was all her own, was the one he chose to focus on. He parted his maw and exhaled a long, warm breath directly onto her entrance. He let his tongue come out of his parted maw and give her the smallest of licks, just enough to get a taste of her and send a shiver down his own spine. He felt his member slide from it's sheath, slowly increasing in size as it continued to come out.

His ears flicked at the sound of her voice... and he couldn't help the snort that followed. "It's a good thing then... I wouldn't want them getting in the way." he grunted, lapping at her entrance once again to taste her. He relished the taste of a female again and proceeded to dip his tongue inside her this time, taking care to ensure his tongue brushed against both sides of her folds as well as the bottom of her entrance. As much as he wanted to just ram his member inside of her, he also wanted to make sure his girth would not immediately tear her open... where he lacked in length, he made up for in how wide it was and his ability to hit a female's walls with every stroke. He continued to lick her long and slow, his saliva soon dropping off of the female's lips and his mind cloudy with the aroma of her sex. By now his part had fully exposed itself and Beowulf had slowly rotated himself around to where he was almost directly behind her as he licked her out. He bared his teeth and gently nipped at her entrance before entering her once again with his tongue, sending yet another shiver down his body as he delved as deep as he could go, pushing his cold nose against her rump as he did so.

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tagged|| Siren
notes|| n/a
sources|| Ria P., background

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The brute continued to lick at the female's folds for a few moments longer letting the taste and aroma of the female, regardless of the male's scents that still lingered, arouse him to the point where his tool was now hard and throbbing. Just as Beowulf was about to mount the female, he heard her voice as she spoke again. Beowulf smirked and shoved his nose into her entrance to lick long and deep one more time, "Well, if you insist." he said lowly, baritone vocals rumbling from deep within his chest. He took a step back before raising himself on his back paws and grabbing her waist to pull himself forward onto her back and prod at her rear end with his tool. The brute had never been the most graceful when it came to mating, but it never deterred him from such acts. After a few thrusts, some of them nearly hitting her other hole, the male found his mark and pressed himself into the female beneath him.

Beowulf let out a grunt of release as he felt his tool delve deep within Siren's folds. It had been a while for sure since the brute had mated with a female, but the feeling was just as good as he had remembered it. He buried himself as deep as he could into the grey and white female, until he felt her rump against his sheath, and pulled himself out slowly, relishing the feel of her walls around his rod. Even with how pregnant the female was, her insides did not feel any different and he found he received just as much pleasure from her as he did any other bitch. He held himself with just the very end of his tool sitting inside her before driving himself into her again, taking a few slow thrusts in and out of her just to revel in the act of mating again. Within a few moments though, his hips began to pump a bit faster as he thrust in and out of Siren, eager to reach his climax now and not caring whether or not the female beneath him was enjoying it like he was. They were here to provide him release, not the other way around after all. "Oh Siren, even for a pregnant bitch... you feel great." he murred as he continued thrusting, grunting every so often at the pleasure shooting through him.

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tagged|| Siren
notes|| n/a
sources|| Ria P., background

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While Beowulf was never a particularly considerate wolf, he had made sure that he was careful with his paws when he placed them around the female's waist. As much as he did not like the idea of pups, he knew it meant their pack would grow... and while these would not be pups of any use to the pack... he could not deny that there was strength in numbers. The brute brought his thoughts back to the present event... his mind had drifted and his thrusts had slowed, but his knot had continued to grow and the pleasure still filled him. It was only moments before he thrust his knot into her folds and let out a grunt of pleasure as he released his seed into Siren.

Beowulf's grip on her waist loosened as he emptied his sack. A rumble of pleasure sounded in his chest and he reached up to her neck and licked at the back of it in a sort of automatic reaction. Never a charmer, it had become a habit... his way of signaling to the female beneath his figure that he was about done with her. "There, that wasn't so bad now was it?" he grunted various moments later when his knot was small enough to remove from her. He dismounted and shook out his pelt, enjoying the feeling of the cool water on his front paws as the darkness of the night now covered them. He sat on his haunches and looked down at his tool, now soft and starting to recede into his sheathe once more.

The large male looked over at Siren's rump once more, her folds glistening with his load. He stretched his maw to her and licked it a couple of times to clean off the remnants of himself before standing. He looked over at her again and smirked, "I require some assistance in cleaning myself..." he said slowly and took a few steps toward her front. It had been some time since he had mated and the brute was glad to have finally broken his dry spell... even if his companion had been a bit less than willing.

word count|| 359
tagged|| Siren
notes|| Not much of a gentleman... oh how I despise him sometimes. x)
sources|| Ria P., background