shameless [Leviathan] [mature]

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shameless [Leviathan] [mature] Mar 23, 2016 12:50:15 GMT -6

Post by harlot on Mar 23, 2016 12:50:15 GMT -6

This thread will later contain sexually explicit content.

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[attr="class","pltxt"]Her paws carried her swiftly through hostile territory, her breaths coming in quick, short pants as she ran. Her body was exhausted, still recovering from the litter she’d birthed days earlier, but Harlot forced herself to continue, teeth gritted as she moved. She was so close to the border of unclaimed territory that she could practically taste it, freedom nipping at her heels as she went. She could still hardly believe that Arche had allowed her to depart from the caverns so amiably; she supposed it had to have been his sleep addled mind, for when she’d suggested that she needed air and time to stretch her legs, he’d agreed. And so she’d fled, leaving her newborn pups behind in a den with him, her excuses sounding weak and ridiculous even to her. But she hadn’t hesitated to cross Shyia’s border onto the coast of Acerbus, where she’d swiftly fled towards Igneir.

She had to move quickly, for already she would be pushing the time she had been granted. She’d wandered further than she’d intended to, and yet still a fierce need drove her, an insatiable desire to see the brute who she’d encountered during her pregnancy. She’d thought of him so very much lately, those aqua orbs rimmed with regal gold haunting her in the days she’d spent cooped up in the cavern. Leviathan. Over and over it rang in her mind, tinged with the sweet hint of freedom. She didn’t even know where to look for him, or if he still lingered near Kairos’ land, but it hadn’t stopped her from searching.

At last her delicate paws touched the warm earth that signified safe land, and she came to a halt, huffing out air between her teeth as she allowed herself to rest. Sapphire orbs flitted across the unfamiliar land, scorched and barren, as her sides slowly ceased to heave. In the back of her mind there was a word repeating endlessly, echoing through her thoughts: guilt. It should have plagued her, she was sure of it, and yet she felt…nothing. She was still disturbed by her lack of immediate affection for the pups who she’d carried within her, and by the lessening affection she felt for Arche with each day. And it had been so easy to flee from them, to think of nothing more than herself and the brute she sought out. Guilt. Had Harlot ever felt it? Truly, she didn’t think so. But how could she have, when her very parents had praised her for her determination and ruthlessness? Brazen as the sun, her mother had fondly called her, never scolding Harlot for her selfish inclinations or her lack of outstanding morals. And even now as she stood scanning the horizon, planning her next course of action, the only feelings that curled within her chest were excitement, relief, and yearning.

What a merciless creature you are, she thought to herself as at last she began to prowl forward, the beginning of a smile curling at her maw.

Words: 502
Tags: Leviathan & V
Muse: Good
Notes: what a butt

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Leviathan & V
Loner

Rank: Triumvir

Posts: 134
OOC Name: Uru
Biography: http://anikira.com/thread/117/kenai-peninsula-wolf-leviathan
Date of Birth: March 13, 2015
Gender: Male
Breed: Kenai Peninsula
Height: 55 in
Weight: 250 lbs
Coat Color: Black, Brown, White
Eye Color: Blue & Gold
Language: 3
Violence: 3
Sexual Content: 3

shameless [Leviathan] [mature] Mar 23, 2016 17:19:52 GMT -6

Post by Leviathan & V on Mar 23, 2016 17:19:52 GMT -6

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There were many things Leviathan might have rather been doing.

Since Raum had discovered his insatiable need for Mara, Leviathan frequently was wandering the borders of the pack's lands. They were a nuisance at best when they were like this, and at worst they were the bane of his existence. Levi found his time was better spent elsewhere. It was not that Mara being mounted by his half-brother was even remotely uncomfortable to the male. In fact, it was more that his own hunger to take a femme once more was rising by the day. It had been far too long since the male had quenched his thirst, either for the blood of an enemy or the destruction of a femme. He could not help but thing back to the little slut he left in a heap on the ground back in Acerbus. It was a double-edged sword. While Leviathan had no desire to tie himself down to one femme, she had clearly been a willing participant, regardless of his blatant disregard for her body. Perhaps he could find his little play thing once more. After all, her body had cried yes in response to him before; it was far easier to coat his length in the blood of a willing femme than handle the screams of a poor, lone femme who was simply in the wrong place at the wrong time.

And so Leviathan wandered from the deserts, curious to see if he might be able to happen upon a wolf that would serve his purposes. Titus had satisfied him temporarily, but there was another hunger in him that, once exposed, needed to be appeased. This was a new thing for the male; the endless want and an inability to take what he wanted at will. Mara would sooner castrate him than allow him to take her body that way, particularly with his tastes. Certainly Mara would be torn to bits by the young male; they simply were not compatible that way, as much as her scent enticed his body. In a roundabout way, he respected Raum as his brother and would not encroach on his female, as he had now made abundantly clear.

The large male's paws carried him west of the pack lands, back in the direction of his old pack lands. Since the molten earth had cooled, Leviathan had hardly ventured this direction. The deserts were vast, and the gang had been fairly busy chasing idiots from their pack lands. But now, he wanted something that the desert could not offer him, and whether it be given by the pregnant bitch or the first unfortunate soul he happened upon, he could not bring himself to care.

But the universe was smiling brightly upon him today; there on the horizon, his play thing seemed to have sought him out. An unconscious smirk spread across the male's lips as his terrifying eyes danced, staring at the body of a no longer pregnant femme before him. The Kenai male strode dutifully toward his prey, his eyes narrowed dangerously at the sight of the femme. Somehow, she seemed to have found him; he would deal with that matter later. As Leviathan strode up to the small femme, a growl rumbled in his throat, the excitement of the chase rising up inside him. "Run, little girl," he sneered, not bothering to allow her time to breathe before the male shoved his snout to her rump, inhaling the scent of his whore's passage. The male nearly laughed as his tongue darted from his muzzle, tasting the dried blood from what he assumed was the birth of her newborn pups. His maw dropped open once more, this time more driven by malice than need as the male reached down to the femme's tail, biting down abruptly to spur the female forward. "I said run," he hissed from between his teeth around the fur of her tail, releasing it to give her the opportunity to oblige.

If she did not, there would be hell to pay. Leviathan wanted a chase, and she would give it to him.

Words: 730 words
Tags: @harlot
Notes: So apparently my muse is only for Levi being a dick. That's cool :3

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shameless [Leviathan] [mature] Mar 23, 2016 21:21:47 GMT -6

Post by harlot on Mar 23, 2016 21:21:47 GMT -6

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[attr="class","pltxt"]For a brief moment, Harlot almost did not believe her eyes. There on the horizon was a towering figure, loping towards her in a way that was distinctly familiar. The she-wolf came to a halt, watching with baited breath, hardly daring to believe that he was not a figment of her corrupted imagination. But no, it was him. With each step that he took closer to her, she could make out more and more of his features, and she drank them in hungrily, her gaze flitting across his masculine form, his vivid eyes, and the way that he prowled towards her as if he were the hunter and she the prey. Her head craned back to look at him as he towered over her, his growl echoing in her auds, sending a delectable shiver down her spine.

And then his voice was rasping out, his nose roughly shoved beneath her tail, and she gasped at the sudden unexpectedness of it, hardly able to catch her breath before he was commanding her once more, the slide of his tongue replaced by the sharp sting of his teeth as he grasped her tail. Harlot whirled, a snarl pulling at her lips as she gazed at him, but there was only a fraction of defiance before she was melting beneath the steel in his gaze. She darted around him swiftly, her sides brushing his as she moved, dancing away before he could grab her. Only briefly did she toy with him before she was off, a velvety, challenging laugh echoing in her wake.

He would catch her, of course. She stood little chance against him, and even if she had, she still would have let him. Already her blood sang in her veins, and though she was tired from her trek, her lithe form streaked across the heated land, her tail waving like an inviting banner behind her. She ran as if fire nipped at her heels – and in a way it did, for the predatory gleam in Leviathan’s gaze had been heated and unlike anything she’d ever seen before. Sapphire orbs flickered across the landscape swiftly; so barren, she thought with a sneer. But nevertheless. She would make him work for what it was that he desired, and at last the form of a ragged cluster of borders came into view. Harlot streaked towards them, moving so swiftly that her paws nearly slid out from beneath her as she cut the corner sharply, vaulting around the rocks to sprint in a different direction. There was nothing for her to hide behind, and she would not try; she was only attempting to slow him, to prolong the hunt, so that when at last he caught her the moment would be so much sweeter.

Her head swiveled once more, her sapphire orbs flickering brazenly with triumph as she sought his hulking form behind her – though she did not see him immediately, the very boulders she’d attempted to use to her advantage now temporary blocking her view.

Words: 534
Tags: Leviathan & V
Muse: Excellent
Notes: Feel free to powerplay her if needed <3

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Leviathan & V
Loner

Rank: Triumvir

Posts: 134
OOC Name: Uru
Biography: http://anikira.com/thread/117/kenai-peninsula-wolf-leviathan
Date of Birth: March 13, 2015
Gender: Male
Breed: Kenai Peninsula
Height: 55 in
Weight: 250 lbs
Coat Color: Black, Brown, White
Eye Color: Blue & Gold
Language: 3
Violence: 3
Sexual Content: 3

shameless [Leviathan] [mature] Mar 24, 2016 16:59:35 GMT -6

Post by Leviathan & V on Mar 24, 2016 16:59:35 GMT -6

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There was no love here. In fact, Leviathan was so far separated from the idea of emotions at this point in his meager existence that he could only see what was right in front of him; his perfectly willing little bitch. Harlot's voice reached his ears, and yet he could only sneer at her in response; names were the furthest thing from his mind right now. In this moment, Leviathan was only focused on what relief the smaller femme could provide him. It was only that that drew him in. She was nothing more than a means to an end, and yet he found himself coming back to her once more, even if she had sought him out. The dried blood coating the fur of her rump was evidence that should would still be sore from the birth of her pups. The idea that he would, once again, inflict pain on the small she-wolf's body excited him in an unfamiliar way. She was his to use and abuse. And she still came back for more.

The wanton whore finally complied with his request, though not before purposefully dragging her entire body along his side. A grow rumbled in the male's throat, his predatory instincts screaming to stalk and kill, when his head screamed to leave the bitch alive. She was of far more use to him still breathing, for even the thrill of the kill did not reach the same level of arousal and attraction that he now felt. The male wheeled on his hind legs, watching the last tuffs of the femme's tail disappear from view behind what was likely the last remaining cover in the area. It was a feeble game, for the blue-eyed slut had nowhere to hide from him, and yet he still craved the chase. She would not fight him for long; he would dominate her. Now that whoever's bastard children were out of her, she was his toy. And no one else would play with her but him. With golden and blue eyes narrowed in a sinister, steely stare, the male stalked silently toward Harlot. With each passing moment, the male grew harder, anticipating the conquest of his foolhardy prey.

And as the male strolled around behind his target, he breathed heavily into her ear.

"It is best if you try not to scream," he sneered, his eyes flitting back to the femme's scruff that he had previously torn into. There was no visible scarring; pity. He had meant to leave her broken, and it seemed he was given another opportunity to do it. The male's monstrous jaws darted forward quicker than he thought possible, snatching hold of the femme's scruff as he mounted her without warning. As his length slid inside Harlot, he growled out in frustration between the female's fur as he felt her legs tremble beneath him, hardly able to take his weight. And yet the male took no pause, forcing himself roughly inside her repeatedly has his teeth clamped into her fur to the point she would no doubt wish to cry out. Leviathan's blood raced as he could feel the warmth of fresh blood coating his length, no doubt from the tearing of abusing the female's still sensitive canal. And yet Leviathan made no move to release his hold on the femme, relishing in the overwhelming dominion he felt over the small wolf's body.

Words: 619 words
Tags: @harlot
Notes: I am absolutely loving this thread.

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shameless [Leviathan] [mature] Mar 24, 2016 22:00:06 GMT -6

Post by harlot on Mar 24, 2016 22:00:06 GMT -6

warning: post contains sexual content

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[attr="class","pltxt"]I didn’t take long for him to catch her.

She hadn’t expected it too, really, but when she careened around the boulder only to feel his weight settle over her, his rasping voice whispering in her ear, his warning sending a shiver down her spine as she froze. Perhaps a part of Harlot should have been terrified; perhaps she should have run back to Airila with her tail firmly tucked, but instead she only felt excitement and budding affection course through her. The sharp sting of his teeth biting roughly into her scruff made her cringe, though wisely she made no noise. It would be difficult for her to hide the puncture wounds, for already she could feel the blood trickling down her neck, but in that moment the she-wolf couldn’t have cared less. Her claws dug into the warm earth as she steadied herself, preparing for what was inevitable – though nothing truly could have prepared her for the assault that her body was about to experience.

She thought only of him as he shifted behind her, her anticipation driving her hips back towards his – but a moment later a hiss of pain slid from between her teeth as he entered her, her sapphire eyes widening as she struggled against her natural instinct to tense. The pain was even worse than the last time he’d claimed her, her still recovering body screaming in pain as she clenched her teeth shut so hard that her skull ached. He was not gentle in his movements, and soon the pain was nearly too much. It was foolish of her to seek out one as large as he so soon after her birth, but she could not have stopped herself if she’d wished to. Something within her had shattered, leaving fractured pieces of the neat little box of compliance she’d once fit into strewn across the ground. She was wild again, her heart pounding in her chest, her blood racing in her veins and roaring in her ears. And it was this that kept her afoot, for his weight was considerable; she had to focus entirely on keeping herself up, her body trembling as he took what was his.

But that was what kept Harlot nearly steady and quiet beneath him. She was his, though she barely knew anything about him. It was proven by how she’d thoughtlessly abandoned her young to seek him out, how she’d submitted to him so effortlessly, and it was proven in the way that he took her now – without asking, because already he knew that she would say yes. And though she was exhausted, her body begging for her to have mercy upon it, she felt her head twisting just a fraction, ignoring the increased pain the movement sent along her scruff due to his grip, simply so that her vivid sapphire eyes could meet his. A quiet groan slipped unbidden from her muzzle, her single and sole testament to the pain that she was experienced, and yet still she made a point to look at him, to show him the determination and triumph flickering in her orbs.

Words: 520
Tags: Leviathan & V
Muse: Excellent
Notes: GOOD JOB HARLOT, YOU HAVE ALMOST SURVIVED

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Leviathan & V
Loner

Rank: Triumvir

Posts: 134
OOC Name: Uru
Biography: http://anikira.com/thread/117/kenai-peninsula-wolf-leviathan
Date of Birth: March 13, 2015
Gender: Male
Breed: Kenai Peninsula
Height: 55 in
Weight: 250 lbs
Coat Color: Black, Brown, White
Eye Color: Blue & Gold
Language: 3
Violence: 3
Sexual Content: 3

shameless [Leviathan] [mature] Mar 31, 2016 20:21:59 GMT -6

Post by Leviathan & V on Mar 31, 2016 20:21:59 GMT -6

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Why this femme thought it would be good to continue to stay silent, Leviathan could not figure out. His intentions were to make her scream out in pain, and somehow he had not yet managed to achieve his goal. Instead, she was dutifully silent beneath him as he drilled into her over and over again, his hard length now thoroughly covered in the blood from the femme's raw, tender areas. There was little he could do beyond outright striking the femme to further his endeavors, but he would certainly try. The male took no measures to distribute his weight over top of the femme, instead allowing his massive weight to rest on the femme's back, his teeth releasing her now bloody scruff as a snarl dripped from his muzzle. The male thirstily licked his lips, tasting the life liquid of the femme as he forcibly pushed off her, removing his body from her's although he was still very much erect. The male's terrifying eyes never left his prey, shoving against her in an attempt to knock her down; belittle her even further. She was his plaything, and she would act as such if she wanted to remain in his presence. There was no room for defiant bitches here; he would accept nothing but absolute submission lest she want to end up in the same state as Xena.

"You are a whore," he droned blandly at the femme, merely stating the casual fact as if he had not just hurled an insult at her. "And you will continue to come to me, whenever I want you." The words left little room for argument, his eyes narrowing as he stared down the smaller femme. Something about the power of absolute dominion over her body drove his need to take her again and again. There were many choices for the male, but for now she would do. She had passed his initial test, and Levi was confident she would continue to come back to him until the day he decided that she would no longer leave, or he was done with her. Either she would stay with him, or she would join the ranks of his victims in an early grave. There was no escape.

The male had lingered longer than he initially intended, and while his pause had not been intended to give the femme reprieve, he was certain that it would have appeared to be his intentions. She was nothing to him, apart from a possession... A thing for him to use. And if he decided to continue to brutalize her body, he would do so. The Kenai male slowly turned his massive head back toward Harlot, staring a piercing stare straight into her deep blue eyes. One might have thought her to be pretty, but he was less interested in the appearances and more interested in the actions. She was quite the little trooper, that was for sure. A smaller wolf like Mara might have split in two having taken the large male, yet she was still in tact. For now.

Leviathan silently approached Harlot once more, no longer allowing the snarls or growls to slip from his muzzle. He unceremoniously shoved his snout under her belly, forcing her hind legs back up into an upright position for him to assault her once more. But first, the male shoved his snout back below the femme's tail, relishing in the scent of the fresh blood and arousal he found mixed together. The male felt the warm combination smear across his snout, coating his maw in a delicious mixture of pain and pleasure. And once more, Leviathan mounted little Harlot, forcefully driving his length in and out of the small wolf as roughly as possible in an attempt to elicit the painful yelps and cries of a wolf who had been fully broken before him.

Words: 691 words
Tags: @harlot
Notes: Because being a dick isn't enough for him.

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shameless [Leviathan] [mature] Apr 6, 2016 17:45:39 GMT -6

Post by harlot on Apr 6, 2016 17:45:39 GMT -6

warning: post contains explicit sexual content

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[attr="class","pltxt"]For some time, all Harlot could feel was the burning pain in her hips as the male roughly had his way with her, her eyes flitting closed and teeth gritting against the feel of it. And then suddenly he released her, and her trembling legs were no match for his weight, separating from her as she went sprawling in the dirt. A sharp breath of air slipped from her muzzle, and she craned her head over her shoulder to watch him, sapphire orbs half-lidded with exhaustion. It seemed from the state of him that he was not yet finished with her, and yet Harlot could not help but be thankful for the break, however brief it may be.

His words were cruel ones when he spoke, though his tone was flat, a confusing combination that Harlot was unsure of how to respond to. Whore. It was true, she supposed. Though another femme might have taken offense to the slur, there was no point with Harlot. She had snuck away from a brute who had recently impregnated her, a brute who thought they were mated, leaving him and her young behind for a secret tryst with a colossal brute that she barely knew. Yes, whore was fitting, and her lips curled slightly at the thought. Something about Leviathan made her heart pound, her blood roar in her veins, and despite the abuse her body suffered from his lust, she found that she had no desire to part from him. And so when he proclaimed that she would come to him on command, like a dog, a single word slipped from her muzzle. ”Yes.” It was clear by his tone that her agreement had not been needed. It had not been a question. Yet still Harlot wished for him to know that she desired this, that she would come willingly even though it was not a choice.

He stalked forward silently this time, and something about the prowling movement made a feeling akin to both excitement and fear curl in her belly. Roughly he yanked her hindquarters up, though her front remained upon the ground, claws flexing into the earth to hold herself still in the face of what she knew was to come. The feel of his tongue was surprising, prompting a startled sigh, though a moment later it was forgotten as he slid into her. This time it was impossible for her to keep quiet, a soft yelp slipping from her muzzle. And though she’d been resilient before, Harlot found that she could no longer remain silent in the midst of the pain. There was no pleasure in this – not physically, at least, though there was a fierce satisfaction that curled within her solely because she was with him. And finally her cries lifted as the force of his thrusts drove her muzzle into the dirt, which stirred in her nostrils and settled upon her tongue when her maw parted to yelp once more.

Words: 494
Tags: Leviathan & V
Muse: Good
Notes: POOR HARLOT

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