Dangerously Beautiful [Kharak]

Siren
Khalsa Pack

Posts: 135
OOC Name: Grimm
Biography: http://anikira.com/thread/3953/eastern-timber-red-wolf-siren?page=1&scrollTo=14771
Date of Birth: February 28, 2016
Gender: Female
Breed: Mixed Breed
Height: 30 inches
Weight: 90 pounds
Coat Color: Black, Brown, Grey, White
Eye Color: Blue
Language: 3
Violence: 3
Sexual Content: 3

Dangerously Beautiful [Kharak] May 1, 2018 12:14:33 GMT -6

Post by Siren on May 1, 2018 12:14:33 GMT -6

She Walks. | "She talks." | She Thinks.

He ignored her. Ignored her. The act in itself, though many weeks ago, set her on fire. She could not believe the amount of disrespect he had shown her. Sure she had not been the kindest, but she wanted to fight. She wanted to argue. She wanted to prove she was no punk ass. She was tough, no matter what Kharak spoke of her character. She wanted to be rid of him, to be rid of these lands. So she moved from the claimed boundaries. She did not know where she would go, but since Beowulf had discovered her in Adar, she wanted to go to Arit. She did not know what the lands held for her, but anything was better than Khalsa. She hated this place and all the wolves that were in it - except for Tayas. That sweet soul needed to be saved. But she knew she would not be the one to do it. Tayas would have to experience real love, love for herself, before she could open her eyes to the idea of being saved.

Siren was determined to find a cool place to relax. For whatever reason, this day was feeling extra hot. It was not even summer and it felt like a heat wave was attacking her backside ruthlessly. She walked forward, not really sure where she was going. Her head constantly turned back to make sure she was not being followed. But as she was walking, right near the boundary of the pack, she could feel something different rolling around in her body. She started to cramp and feel like she had to do something to stop the pains. Pulling her pelvis forward, and lifting her tail upwards, she crouched close to the ground. Pushing and struggling, her front legs wobbled to keep her still upright. Soft whimpers and sighs escaped her lips as she closed her eyes. The pain was excruciating and she could not recall the last time she had actually completed this task.

When the large mass landed on the ground, she felt a weight off her bowels. She turned back around, sniffed it a couple of times, and then continued on her path. She was feeling a little lighter, and the sun was still beating down against her spine. Continuing on her trail, she finally found a body of water, and like the last - it was lush with life. She was amazed that so many lands had water and none of Khalsa did. Kharak liked to control their pleasure, that much was sure. Seeing an opening to the water, she raced forward - as fast as she could. Her paws touched the water, and the splashing commenced. She was excited to be near the water once again. She probably loved water more than anything these days. She laid in the water, allowing it to cool down her body and help to fight the ever pressing heat.

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Last Edit: May 1, 2018 12:15:01 GMT -6 by Siren

Timber & Red Wolf ¦ Khalsa Kimmati ¦ Female ¦ 4 years old

Kharak
Khalsa Pack

Posts: 189
OOC Name: Roka
Biography: http://anikira.com/thread/3002/kenai-peninsula-kharak
Date of Birth: September 18th 2014
Gender: Male
Breed: Kenai Peninsula
Height: 55 inches
Weight: 250 pounds
Coat Color: Black, Brown, White
Eye Color: Brown
Language: 3
Violence: 3
Sexual Content: 3

Dangerously Beautiful [Kharak] May 1, 2018 22:45:39 GMT -6

Post by Kharak on May 1, 2018 22:45:39 GMT -6

Once again the stubborn young female left the borders of Khalsa, trying to exert some freedom for herself. Each and every time she left their lands on of his males had to drag her back, which ought to have taught her to remain in the desert. It made him wonder if he ought to just break her legs to save himself the trouble of constantly bringing her back. Not that she could ever really escape him, especially not now that she was pregnant. It was hard for the pack to ignore her rapidly growing belly. It was anyone's guess who the father was, but Kharak was rather pleased that she was carrying. Her litter would be one of the next generation of their pack. Whether they served as servants or rose to other ranks were up to them. It was very likely that Kharak's seed had taken root in her womb which made him happy. He had failed twice with Isolde so he was curious to know if he had succeeded with Siren and Tayen. It seemed as though his potency was increased when mixed with that of Kalique. Though it was possible none of the female's carried his bairns. It would be disappointing if the warrior king couldn't father any children.

Only time would be able to tell him whether his semen worked or not. Even though none of those children would mean anything to him. They were all bastards to him, none of them worthy of his glory. Still they would be his children and that knowledge would be enough to placate him. Kharak followed silently after Siren, knowing these lands almost as well as he did his own desert. She was headed to the oasis, but not before she leaned down to take a tremendous shit. Kharak couldn't help but curl his lip at such an unladylike display. To take a dump out in the open when anyone could walk out and see her. Just another quality that disqualified her from being a Rani. She was too coarse to be a queen, but that didn't mean he didn't enjoy her all the same. He watched silently until she dipped a foot into the water, her body eager for the coolness of the pond. He waited until he could no more and stepped forward, pausing to kick some dirt over her gargantuan pile of poop. "One would think you would have learned your lesson about leaving the desert. Someone will always drag you back. Maybe you would like me to break your legs so you would stay where I put you."

It wasn't an empty threat. He had been too lenient with her and it was ruining her training. Instead of learning her place here she became more stubborn with each day. He would have to break at least two legs so she couldn't hobble away, because he wouldn't put it past her. "Or you could simply give up this foolishness and stay where you belong."

Siren

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Credit to Kati H. of Dawnthieves Credit to xnienke of Deviantart

Siren
Khalsa Pack

Posts: 135
OOC Name: Grimm
Biography: http://anikira.com/thread/3953/eastern-timber-red-wolf-siren?page=1&scrollTo=14771
Date of Birth: February 28, 2016
Gender: Female
Breed: Mixed Breed
Height: 30 inches
Weight: 90 pounds
Coat Color: Black, Brown, Grey, White
Eye Color: Blue
Language: 3
Violence: 3
Sexual Content: 3

Dangerously Beautiful [Kharak] May 2, 2018 11:47:09 GMT -6

Post by Siren on May 2, 2018 11:47:09 GMT -6

She Walks. | "She talks." | She Thinks.

She enjoyed the cool waters, basking in the sun with her back exposed. She lapped at the cold water before her face. It was nice and refreshing inside, and out. The young female was finally having some peace and quiet to herself. That was, until she heard the voice of the one male she despised most. The fur along her spine stood straight up, and she lazily moved her head to glare towards his general direction. "I am not going anywhere. If I wanted to run away, I would have gotten away with it all. A girl, carrying your children deserves a little respect, don't you think?" Her tone was deep and she stood up, walking to the shore. She allowed him to see her form. The last time they had talked, he ignored her.

"So now you wish to talk to me? Last time we were together, you wanted to be a solemn little child and keep everything inside. Ignore the problem without addressing it." She moved closer to him. "I have stayed. I have not gone anywhere. If I want to come and relax in the fucking lake, then I damn well will. Break my legs if you must, but I would think you would want me healthy and happy, or something might happen to the ones I bare inside of me."

It was a threat, and with it, her voice was cold. She hated that he had put her into this predicament. She hated that he was so bloody handsome. She hated that she was starting to enjoy her time here. Deep down inside of her, behind the hatred she held for him, she wanted his attention. She wanted his love. She had only seen the darker sides of him. He had spoken to her about a few things in their time together. But they were not good things. Deep down, she wanted him to make her feel the way Kalique did. She was not going to compare the two. She hated them both, she had to constantly remind herself.

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Timber & Red Wolf ¦ Khalsa Kimmati ¦ Female ¦ 4 years old

Kharak
Khalsa Pack

Posts: 189
OOC Name: Roka
Biography: http://anikira.com/thread/3002/kenai-peninsula-kharak
Date of Birth: September 18th 2014
Gender: Male
Breed: Kenai Peninsula
Height: 55 inches
Weight: 250 pounds
Coat Color: Black, Brown, White
Eye Color: Brown
Language: 3
Violence: 3
Sexual Content: 3

Dangerously Beautiful [Kharak] May 2, 2018 22:59:48 GMT -6

Post by Kharak on May 2, 2018 22:59:48 GMT -6

Respect.

She wanted him to show her respect when she had not earned it, nor had she shown any respect to him or his pack. What was even more amusing was the fact that she thought she had any right to his admiration just because she might be carrying some of his pups. While the idea did please him there was no guarantee that his seed had taken within her. It was very possible that she was carrying pups from any male within his pack. That was the fate of a Ganika. Even if she did carry his pups within her they were bastards. Not a worthy bargaining chip for her. Had she been a Rani then he would never harm her, would never risk the children within her womb. They would be his heirs, the future of his empire. These pups could be nothing for there would be no way for them to ever confirm who their father was. They had no idea who she had slept with while being here in Khalsa. "How disappointing. A female who would try to use her pups as a bargaining chip for her own personal gain." He was a little surprised that she was not trying to ransom the pups for her way out of the pack. She had always been eager to get away from here, maybe motherhood wasn't going to suite her after all. Though it was too late for that.

Siren seemed appalled at his threat to break his legs, once again using the possibility of his pups as a way out of his punishment. She put too much value in the whelps that dwelt in her belly. Chuckling darkly he moved to stand beside her, whispering gently in her ear. "Is that supposed to dissuade me?" Kharak didn't care that she was carrying, he would break her legs even if meant she lost her litter. After all he could just fill her with pups again and again until she was nothing more than a broodmare. That was not what he wanted for her, but if she continued to push him he would have no choice. "You are clearly still confused so I will make things abundantly clear. I know my attempts to woo you can be seen as me placating you anger, but listen well. You belong to me, while you may not like it that is reality. So when I tell you that you are not to leave the desert then you won't. If I have to punish you to get that message through then so be it. Pups or no pups. You are not valuable to me because you carry pups that may or may not be mine. You are valuable because you serve a purpose. So the next time you think to disobey me or vex my anger think of the consequences. I have been lenient with you because I wanted something more for you, but if you will not bend then I will have to break you."

His voice was deathly calm, his eyes cold with determination. Siren had pushed for her own way enough. Kharak was willing to give her a place by his side, a place of respect and care. Spurned by each and every effort Kharak was getting tired of her abstinence. This was her home and she would have to accept it. He would much rather make love to her than he would harm her, but if she continued in her pattern of stubborn disrespect then he would have no choice.

Siren
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Credit to Kati H. of Dawnthieves Credit to xnienke of Deviantart

Siren
Khalsa Pack

Posts: 135
OOC Name: Grimm
Biography: http://anikira.com/thread/3953/eastern-timber-red-wolf-siren?page=1&scrollTo=14771
Date of Birth: February 28, 2016
Gender: Female
Breed: Mixed Breed
Height: 30 inches
Weight: 90 pounds
Coat Color: Black, Brown, Grey, White
Eye Color: Blue
Language: 3
Violence: 3
Sexual Content: 3

Dangerously Beautiful [Kharak] May 2, 2018 23:41:09 GMT -6

Post by Siren on May 2, 2018 23:41:09 GMT -6

She Walks. | "She talks." | She Thinks.

"They are all I have Kharak." her words did not hold the tone of anger like she did before. Now she was scared. She was not only scared for herself, but for the pups. Kharak did not give a shit about them and he did not give a shit about her. It was heartbreaking to figure it out, but she was not going to allow him to see the hurt. She was going to need to defend her young all on her own. She looked to Kharak and he whispered in her ear. A chill ran down her spine and her fur stood on end. "Fine Kharak. As you wish, my liege. Is that what you want to hear from me? You want to just be like another Tayas, willing to do whatever you want whenever you want. Do you not want someone who has a mind? Who thinks for her fucking self?"

She was heated now and she could not handle this interaction. Her emotions were all confused and changing from all the hormones she was experiencing. She felt like she could cry. She wanted to scream and rip him apart. "The truth is.." She moved away from him, walking to the water once more. She laid down so it could cover her legs and belly. "I think about leaving every single day. I dream of my freedom. But... even if I did make it away. I have nowhere to go. If I am free, I will have nobody - nothing. That scares me and I just want a good life for the ones within my body." She lowered her head, resting her chin upon her legs.

She knew that walking away from Kharak was a bad idea, but it wasn't as if she went far. She wanted to be cooler. He was not going to be the one to comfort her, and she knew that. She wished that Kalique could be here. At least he was somewhat more understanding. Kalique had a way of cooling her down, while Kharak always had a way of heating her up. She hated the hot and cold of everything with them. She didn't know what else to say to him. And she would take the yelling or whatever that she deserved from him. Her fate was sealed and she knew there would be no escape from here on out. She just wanted to be accepted. To feel true love. Was that so hard to ask for?

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Timber & Red Wolf ¦ Khalsa Kimmati ¦ Female ¦ 4 years old

Kharak
Khalsa Pack

Posts: 189
OOC Name: Roka
Biography: http://anikira.com/thread/3002/kenai-peninsula-kharak
Date of Birth: September 18th 2014
Gender: Male
Breed: Kenai Peninsula
Height: 55 inches
Weight: 250 pounds
Coat Color: Black, Brown, White
Eye Color: Brown
Language: 3
Violence: 3
Sexual Content: 3

Dangerously Beautiful [Kharak] May 9, 2018 15:35:46 GMT -6

Post by Kharak on May 9, 2018 15:35:46 GMT -6

She was a pitiful creature, the anger in her voice turning to fear with the realization that he did not truly care about the pups within her belly. Perhaps if they were his heirs and he knew without a shadow of a doubt that they were his, but these pups could be anyone's. With her position as a Ganika came the privilege of being with any of the males in the pack. Only time would be able to tell if any of the pups were his. Even if they were they were just pups, they would grow and serve the pack just like any of his other followers. She had no bargaining chips in her hand and the sooner she stopped trying to gain her freedom the happier she would be. After all she had gotten pregnant easily enough but the season was over so she would be back to her duties soon without the risk. Even though she was pregnant he still wanted her body, still wanted to play with her.

"Not really, little wolf. I would much rather hear you crying out my name in pleasure, or in pain. I already have an obedient little pet, her name is Isolde and she does everything that I want. Your fire is intriguing to me and I do enjoy watching your little fits of rage, but you seem to enjoy dancing right on the line between amusing willfulness and straight out defiance. Even if you hate me or want to think for yourself you will not disrespect me again."

She thought that he was taking away her will by disciplining her, but really he was doing as any leader would. No alpha would let a subordinate treat him the way she had. He had been patient for far too long, and now he had to lay down the law. She didn't want to be here and he would allow her that much, but she would learn to do as she was bid. In fact if she chose to funnel her anger and passion into spending time with him she might even gain herself more freedom. It was her petulance and disobedience that constantly got her into trouble. "But if you are a good girl then I might be willing to let this transgression go." Her gave her a charming smile before dipping his nose down to nudge at her tail. She had taken an obvious liking to Kalique, which was expected for he was a handsome male. It made him wonder just how much passion she was hiding behind her hate. Eventually he would break her walls and show her just how much she actually wanted to be with him.

"You still smell good, even though your heat is gone. I think it is your surly attitude that makes you so captivating." Again he nudged her tail, wondering what she would do.

Siren

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Credit to Kati H. of Dawnthieves Credit to xnienke of Deviantart

Siren
Khalsa Pack

Posts: 135
OOC Name: Grimm
Biography: http://anikira.com/thread/3953/eastern-timber-red-wolf-siren?page=1&scrollTo=14771
Date of Birth: February 28, 2016
Gender: Female
Breed: Mixed Breed
Height: 30 inches
Weight: 90 pounds
Coat Color: Black, Brown, Grey, White
Eye Color: Blue
Language: 3
Violence: 3
Sexual Content: 3

Dangerously Beautiful [Kharak] May 9, 2018 19:34:02 GMT -6

Post by Siren on May 9, 2018 19:34:02 GMT -6

She Walks. | "She talks." | She Thinks.

He didn't want her as a pet, that was good to hear. He liked the fire in her. Was that a good thing? She could not tell. Unsure what his words really meant, she looked to him. He was soon behind her, close to her. He did not seem to mind the water. There was going to be no more crying for him to see. She would keep it away from his eyes. The female listened to her Rajah's words. There was that name again, Isodle. Where had she heard it before? She could not recall. Was he claiming that Tayas was not a good slave? But she knew she was dancing along that line he spoke of. Her fury had gotten the better of her from time to time. Her blue eyes stared up at him, head turned his way.

It was clear what he wanted from her. And she would surely give it to him. He nudged at the base of her tail, and she was not about to refuse him. Maybe this time he would be nicer? Maybe this time he would be like Kalique? The idea in itself alone allowed her to want it to happen. She was anxious. She was excited. She knew she was on a dangerous path if she did not fall to his whims. He was handsome and she liked the spend a little of her time with him. "That is all you want from me? Not intellectual conversation? Just for me to moan and scream your name? Fine. I can do that." She kept her chest to the ground, and raised her rump into the air - making it easier for him to reach her.

As her blue eyes stared at him, waiting to see what actions he would take next. She knew that having intercourse with anyone would keep her mind off the pain she was feeling from the babies. If this was what their relationship would be filled with, she could play his little game. She hoped that he would be gentle, and attentive to her needs. Surely if Isodle was so willing to be his pet, he had to have some sort of soft side to him. "Do whatever you wish, Master." It was the word she had used on Kalique, which he utterly seemed to enjoy. She smiled gently, looking to her Rajah with a soft smile.

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Timber & Red Wolf ¦ Khalsa Kimmati ¦ Female ¦ 4 years old

Kharak
Khalsa Pack

Posts: 189
OOC Name: Roka
Biography: http://anikira.com/thread/3002/kenai-peninsula-kharak
Date of Birth: September 18th 2014
Gender: Male
Breed: Kenai Peninsula
Height: 55 inches
Weight: 250 pounds
Coat Color: Black, Brown, White
Eye Color: Brown
Language: 3
Violence: 3
Sexual Content: 3

Dangerously Beautiful [Kharak] May 9, 2018 20:28:08 GMT -6

Post by Kharak on May 9, 2018 20:28:08 GMT -6

No matter what he said it seemed to offend her in some way or another. Apparently his lack of interest in her conversational skills was the wrong choice of words. They had a conversation the last time they were together, Siren pressing him for details about his past. Not that she particularly liked the answers that she gave. Still her stubbornness was amusing, considering she was willing to give him what he wanted. Her chest bowed lower into the water and her rump was left raised in the air, giving him unhindered access to her body. The fact she was so heavily pregnant probably meant he would need to be a little more gentle with her this time. Which he had ever intention of doing. He wanted her to want him so he would show her exactly what she had set herself up to despise. Her eagerness made him wonder who else had been teaching her to enjoy coupling, for she was a wanton little thing now, pressing her core into the air. Taking a deep breath he blew over her opening, teasing her a little. "I believe we had an intellectual conversation the last time we met. Don't worry, silly girl. There will be plenty of time for both talking and screaming." Kharak had never turned one of his females away for wanting to spend time with him, even if it was just talking.

He supposed he got a reputation for being interested in nothing but sex because of the size of his harem. Despite his avid enjoyment for coupling he was also an intelligent male. He could appreciate a lively conversation as much as the next person. It was advantageous for everyone to assume that he was nothing more than a dumb brute, so he would not correct them. "If you would talk to me, instead of hiding behind your anger, you might discover something you like, little one." With that he was done talking, his tongue moving to lick gently at her folds. She carried the scent of a pregnant wolf and it was appealing to him. This was the first pregnant wolf he had encountered since his traitorous mother. Despite not knowing who the pup's father was he was still incredibly turned on by her swollen state. His tongue dipped into her, parting her flesh and sampling the flavors there. She was intoxicating, but Kharak really was never one to linger too long over the details. He lapped at her for a few more moments, enjoying the smell and taste of her. "Enough with that Master shit. I know that is not who you are so don't put on a mask with me. I want you just as you are, genuine and full of passion."

Returning his attention to her swollen flesh he began to lick again, slowly, gently. He didn't want her to reach her peak, instead he wanted to tease her until she was driven mad by her desire.

Siren

Credit to Kati H. of Dawnthieves Credit to xnienke of Deviantart

Credit to Kati H. of Dawnthieves Credit to xnienke of Deviantart

Siren
Khalsa Pack

Posts: 135
OOC Name: Grimm
Biography: http://anikira.com/thread/3953/eastern-timber-red-wolf-siren?page=1&scrollTo=14771
Date of Birth: February 28, 2016
Gender: Female
Breed: Mixed Breed
Height: 30 inches
Weight: 90 pounds
Coat Color: Black, Brown, Grey, White
Eye Color: Blue
Language: 3
Violence: 3
Sexual Content: 3

Dangerously Beautiful [Kharak] May 9, 2018 20:53:32 GMT -6

Post by Siren on May 9, 2018 20:53:32 GMT -6

She Walks. | "She talks." | She Thinks.

He had a way with words. It was not a good way, not a bad way - just a way. They both frightened and excited her. Kharak was larger than she, and he could easily overpower her. Perhaps that was what made her so hot for him. "Yes, I learned some very interesting things about you. I would be interested in learning more." He reassured her that if she did not act out in anger, she might get some love back. She wanted love, and she was not sure if she wanted it from him. She wanted real love. She was not sure if she was ever going to get it. The young female continued to look up at him. "I will think about that, for next time.." She said softly.

But all the speaking ended quickly. He licked her, like Kalique had done. It was soft, it was tender, it felt amazing. His tongue was so gentle. It opened her entrance wide enough for him to get a good smell of her. Her hormones were sent into a tizzy. She could barely tell one from the other. She gave soft moans to his actions, and her tail moved over his nose. She wanted to make sure he had full access to her. When it came to the word, he did not like it. Kalique had, and she knew they were different wolves.

"It was worth a shot, but I get the sentiment.... Kharak." He didn't need to feel like he had power over her because he did have power over her. He had all the power over her. He could make her do anything he wanted. Especially when he was treating her in this manner. Their meeting on the border might have been a whole lot better, had he started with his tongue instead of the rape. His licks made her go crazy, licking so softly over her folds. Her head moved back towards her paws, no longer looking to her Rajah. She moaned softly, "oh Kharak." But he did not stop, his tongue seemed like it was making her get closer and closer to climax.

Finally, she could not take it. "Fuck me," she moaned softly.

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Timber & Red Wolf ¦ Khalsa Kimmati ¦ Female ¦ 4 years old

Kharak
Khalsa Pack

Posts: 189
OOC Name: Roka
Biography: http://anikira.com/thread/3002/kenai-peninsula-kharak
Date of Birth: September 18th 2014
Gender: Male
Breed: Kenai Peninsula
Height: 55 inches
Weight: 250 pounds
Coat Color: Black, Brown, White
Eye Color: Brown
Language: 3
Violence: 3
Sexual Content: 3

Dangerously Beautiful [Kharak] May 9, 2018 21:50:33 GMT -6

Post by Kharak on May 9, 2018 21:50:33 GMT -6

Her moans were like music to his ears, spurring him on in his actions. She slid into her normal persona, losing all the master crap. Kharak had no idea who had taught her to behave that way but it did not suit him at all. That may be how he liked Isolde to behave, but part of the appeal of Siren was conquering her. He liked knowing that he was powerful enough to take her body, not that she was a brainless and eager slave. It wasn't what he wanted from her. Instead he wanted her primal passion, something that she seemed eager to show him. She was eager to be taken and he wondered who had taught her to be so wanton. It was amusing to see how she wanted it, craving his attention simply because she knew what was coming from her. Someone had been enjoying her a little too much from the looks of things. "How the tables have turned, little wolf. You used to hate me touching you. Someone has made you into quite the whore."

It wasn't an insult, rather a compliment considering that she was now eager to have his attention. She was demanding that he fuck her, her body coiled on the precipice of release. He was not ready to stop playing his game though so he paused in his licking, blowing again over her moistened entrance. She wanted release, had been conditioned to crave the pleasure of it, but Kharak wanted to show her something different. He wanted to torment her for as long as he could until she was a puddle at his feet. Only then would he give into her. He had enough stamina and patience to prolong their coupling for as long as he needed to. She wanted him to rush to please her, but that was not as fun. Taking a step forward he reared up to mount her, his front legs grabbing a hold of her hips. He did not want her to move, would not allow her to move. He wanted complete control of her in this moment. Humping her lightly, he allowed the tip of his member to push against her opening and then retreat, repeating the action slowly over and over. He would thrust forward and work himself into her slowly before withdrawing again.

Her channel was moist and incredibly warm, tighter than ever with the burden of pups filling her to the brim. Still he wanted to be inside of her. It took almost an eternity for him to work his full length in and then he simply waited, holding off from moving too much. He could tell she was close, could tell she wanted her release, but he wasn't ready for this to end. Groaning he breathed heavily into her ear. "You could have had this the whole time, stubborn female." Then he began to move, thrusting in and out. The pace was slow, each thrust long and smooth, the movements just enough to set her on fire but not enough to send her over the edge. He hadn't heard enough of her sweet voice yet.

Siren

Credit to Kati H. of Dawnthieves Credit to xnienke of Deviantart

Credit to Kati H. of Dawnthieves Credit to xnienke of Deviantart

Siren
Khalsa Pack

Posts: 135
OOC Name: Grimm
Biography: http://anikira.com/thread/3953/eastern-timber-red-wolf-siren?page=1&scrollTo=14771
Date of Birth: February 28, 2016
Gender: Female
Breed: Mixed Breed
Height: 30 inches
Weight: 90 pounds
Coat Color: Black, Brown, Grey, White
Eye Color: Blue
Language: 3
Violence: 3
Sexual Content: 3

Dangerously Beautiful [Kharak] May 9, 2018 22:17:01 GMT -6

Post by Siren on May 9, 2018 22:17:01 GMT -6

She Walks. | "She talks." | She Thinks.

Sensual and sexual, her emotions were flustered. It may have been the pregnancy talking, or she might have just become a filthy little whore. She loved the feeling of being dominated by a male. By both males. She liked it oh so much. The male knew what he was doing, he was well acquainted with the female reproductive system. He knew how to please her, and please her she did. The waves of pleasure that rolled from her rear to her front paws was exquisite. She could barely even stand it as her paws dug into the soft lake sand. Her tail wagged back and forth over her back with glee as she experienced one of the best servicing of her life. Her ass was arched up. She was ready for everything he was going to give her.

"It is hard to explain," she could not really give a reason for it. But her entrance was feeling more than wet. She wanted him. She needed him. When she felt his arms wrap around her waist, she planted her paws even harder than before. He was playing with her. He was teasing here and she didnot know how much more she was going to be able to take. He rubbed himself against her, making her tongue loll out of her mouth. She was panting heavily, wanting nothing more than to be filled by him, satisfied by his manliness. "Kharak... please..." She begged him through her heavy breathing.

There was nothing she wanted more in this moment. "Don't stop." She let out a growl. It was not meant to be commanding to him, but she was filled with lust. She could not help herself. She wanted all he had to offer her. But he was not going to wait, she had hoped. But it was only to become more games. What was he waiting for? Her hormones were raging wildly within her lower region. Her heat, though no longer lingering, forced her to want him. Sure she was already filled with his possible pups, but if she could be filled again, she would happily accept it. Her primal side was showing, much to her dismay. She had never seen this side of herself, not in this manner. Though it scared her, it also made her feel as though she wanted more of it.

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Timber & Red Wolf ¦ Khalsa Kimmati ¦ Female ¦ 4 years old

Kharak
Khalsa Pack

Posts: 189
OOC Name: Roka
Biography: http://anikira.com/thread/3002/kenai-peninsula-kharak
Date of Birth: September 18th 2014
Gender: Male
Breed: Kenai Peninsula
Height: 55 inches
Weight: 250 pounds
Coat Color: Black, Brown, White
Eye Color: Brown
Language: 3
Violence: 3
Sexual Content: 3

Dangerously Beautiful [Kharak] May 10, 2018 14:47:25 GMT -6

Post by Kharak on May 10, 2018 14:47:25 GMT -6

Kharak groaned in approval of her behavior. This time she was not trying to run away, tears did not stain her face. Though he was not opposed to taking her like that, it was nice to know that she wanted him. Her little channel was slick enough to allow them to couple comfortably, thus causing her no pain. Still he missed the mewling cries of pain she had made from before. Kharak could be a sadist when he wanted to be, same as he could be a gentle and caring lover. She had seen both sides of him and he intended to teach her to want both sides. Pain and pleasure shared a very blurred line and so he would twist her and warp her into something better. His name on her lips as she begged him to keep going was enough to send him over the edge. The knot at the base of his member was beginning to swell, winning out over his intentions. He had wanted to prolong this as long as he could, but watching her little pregnant body pant and writhe in pleasure was almost too much.

His thrusts became shorter and faster, pushing deeper and deeper into her. She was too swollen with pups and he could feel the tip of his penis knocking up against them. Still he carried on in his thrusts, his leg tightening around her to keep her right where she was. Each thrust made his knot swell more and more until it was trapped within her tight channel. Groaning in ecstasy he filled her with his seed, his hips jerking shallowly. Even though she was pregnant already he liked the idea of her body taking his release. It still marked her as his. Letting his legs fall to the ground he stood with her beneath him, her body surrounded by his. Heart hammering, breath labored, he waited. It would be awhile before his knot was small enough to leave her entrance, not that he wanted to. Instead he waited patiently, pushing his hips against her every few moments. He doubted he could get further inside of her but it didn't hurt to try. "See what you were so eager to pass up on Siren. We are good together. I can teach you a great many things that you will like." Or learn to like. Either way he was satisfied with her new attitude, the genuine one at least. If she enjoyed playing the little whore, hungry for his attention then he would gladly give it to her.

Siren

Credit to Kati H. of Dawnthieves Credit to xnienke of Deviantart

Credit to Kati H. of Dawnthieves Credit to xnienke of Deviantart

Siren
Khalsa Pack

Posts: 135
OOC Name: Grimm
Biography: http://anikira.com/thread/3953/eastern-timber-red-wolf-siren?page=1&scrollTo=14771
Date of Birth: February 28, 2016
Gender: Female
Breed: Mixed Breed
Height: 30 inches
Weight: 90 pounds
Coat Color: Black, Brown, Grey, White
Eye Color: Blue
Language: 3
Violence: 3
Sexual Content: 3

Dangerously Beautiful [Kharak] May 10, 2018 17:16:18 GMT -6

Post by Siren on May 10, 2018 17:16:18 GMT -6

She Walks. | "She talks." | She Thinks.

Unable to control herself, she rocked backwards on her hind legs. She pushed herself up against his hips. She loved this feeling. And when he entered her, she could tell he was larger than Kalique. It stretched her tight entrance, but in a pleasure-filled way. She moaned, cooed, and whimpered. All sorts of noises escaped from her lips. He released her body, standing over her. She liked the feeling, of being protected by him - it was nice. But it would not always be this way. He had other wolves to love, to please, to care about. She knew she was not the apple of his eye, no matter how much he "adored" her fire. He turned her head back to look up at him. Her light blue eyes looked up to him.

"Kharakk...." she moaned softly as he forced himself to hit her insides. She continued to push back and felt him pushing up against her babies, though she knew they would be alright. Or maybe they would not. She actually wasn't quite sure. She really hoped that none of them would suffer any negative effects from this consensual interaction she was currently enjoying. And if they were messed up, she hoped Kharak would have a soft spot for them, seeing as he was the reason they got messed up in the first place.

"I was so wrong," she gasped softly. She could feel herself getting close to her climax. She wanted to feel it rush over her, and him as well. She wanted to feel his knot, knowing that it would fill her - even stretching her a little wider than she had wanted. She wanted to feel that twist of pain, curious to see if it could turn into pleasure. When she was raped, it had not been fun, but now he was kind and considerate. She moaned once more, bucking her head backwards to rub against him. She spread her scent over his chest. "I was a fool to resist this..." The young wolf spoke to him.

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Timber & Red Wolf ¦ Khalsa Kimmati ¦ Female ¦ 4 years old

Kharak
Khalsa Pack

Posts: 189
OOC Name: Roka
Biography: http://anikira.com/thread/3002/kenai-peninsula-kharak
Date of Birth: September 18th 2014
Gender: Male
Breed: Kenai Peninsula
Height: 55 inches
Weight: 250 pounds
Coat Color: Black, Brown, White
Eye Color: Brown
Language: 3
Violence: 3
Sexual Content: 3

Dangerously Beautiful [Kharak] May 20, 2018 19:09:09 GMT -6

Post by Kharak on May 20, 2018 19:09:09 GMT -6

Slowly coming down from the night of his orgasm he became aware of her beneath him.
So eager for his attention that she eagerly agreed to let him take her. Only a few weeks ago she had been cursing his name, shocked by his past and disgusted by his attention. Now she was just like his other females, craving his attention. It was not a shock to him considering how handsome and charming he was. Though he supposed he ought to thank Kalique for teaching her to enjoy coupling. It did bother him that she had learned psych from someone other than him. Even though he shared his ganika with other members of his pack they belonged to him. Their loyalty and love belonged to him and him alone. He would have to watch the pair closely to make sure they did not progress past what was natural.

Still encased within her he groaned at the lack of space. Not only was she much smaller than he was, but she was also heavily pregnant. It was almost unbearable how tight she was. All it did was prolong his tremors as saltwater wave of his seed spilled into her. Though he doubted she would mind considering how greedily she had demanded that he fuck her. He doubted anything would really bother her at this point. "This is the part where you are supposed to tell me you love me, my dear" He had no aspirations that she would say such things now, but he did expect it someday. After all she belonged to him. For now he was mostly teasing, seeing if he could rule her temper. Considering that he was trapped inside of her for awhile longer he wanted to talk with her. This was the perfect time considering he was relaxed and in a great mood. Sex always mellowed him out, especially when it was with a passionate spitfire like her.

Siren

Credit to Kati H. of Dawnthieves Credit to xnienke of Deviantart

Credit to Kati H. of Dawnthieves Credit to xnienke of Deviantart

Siren
Khalsa Pack

Posts: 135
OOC Name: Grimm
Biography: http://anikira.com/thread/3953/eastern-timber-red-wolf-siren?page=1&scrollTo=14771
Date of Birth: February 28, 2016
Gender: Female
Breed: Mixed Breed
Height: 30 inches
Weight: 90 pounds
Coat Color: Black, Brown, Grey, White
Eye Color: Blue
Language: 3
Violence: 3
Sexual Content: 3

Dangerously Beautiful [Kharak] May 21, 2018 17:45:16 GMT -6

Post by Siren on May 21, 2018 17:45:16 GMT -6

She Walks. | "She talks." | She Thinks.

Pleasure quickly turned to another emotion. The fire that had subsided for her lust, was starting to burn brighter than before. Her body tensed to his words, immediately and any feelings of ecstasy subsided. She stopped the snarl from escaping her, knowing she was in such a vulnerable position. How could he ask something like that of her? She was never going to "love" him. She could never have such feelings for a monster. Because deep down, way deep - that was what Kharak was. He was a selfish pig. Being so vulnerable, she needed to do this correctly, or she could be in a world of hurt. Not from his male parts, but from the jagged teeth that loomed over her head. She stood there still as a stone, trying to think how she could handle this situation.

She knew she had to speak, she had to say something. But she was confused as to what she should or could say. She could lie and tell him the words he wanted to hear, but that was not how Siren was. She had tricked Kalique, given him a name that seemed to satiate him. She had made all of them believe she was staying here. "I am not... ready.." She felt like that would be a good way to escape the danger she might have just forced herself in.

Now she needed to wait until he had softened, so he could be removed from inside of her. Perhaps he would do so upon getting angered by her response, but she did not love him and she was not going to lie that she did. If he harmed her, the pups lives would be at risk too, so she hoped that they would save her behind. She almost winced even before he had the opportunity to react or speak some sort of reply. She was holding her own though, even in the fear that had rolled through her form.

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Timber & Red Wolf ¦ Khalsa Kimmati ¦ Female ¦ 4 years old