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arabwelNot detypfoied cause i a m a horirble impartient pwrson and want this out asap so I can go crash if I need to and can still give the bits I promiesd today. *blush* I kmnow, i am horrible liek that. but first daft, a d so forth.
Under cut, Älä Mene Metsään, part the who the hell keeps up with it? warnings include smut and gore, duh.
Ox grunted; something was intruding into his dreams, the lush fields disappeared as he became increasingly aware of the hot, wet pressure that felt immensely good..
His eyes snapped open, and he saw Viktor grin.
“‘Morning,” the priest mumbled briefly as he bent his head again, his lips and tongue assaulting Ox’s sensitive shaft with renewed enthusiasm.
The bulltaur threw his head back and hissed, trying to keep his powerful hips from bucking into the wet heat of Viktor’s mouth. The priest had a wicked tongue on him, one that was teasing Ox to the edge with alarming alacrity.
The thought of letting go, of letting Viktor’s sweet lips tear his climax form him was tempting; But Ox wanted more than that, something he’d craved ever since he’d first laid eyes on the priest…
His hand shot down, grasping Viktor by the hair; . a gentle tug name the priest stop., lifting his head. “Something wrong?”
”No,” ox rumbled, his grip shifting to Viktor’s shoulder as he yanked the man up into a lustful kiss. Claiming the priest’ slips with teeth and tongue he flipped them over, his heavy body covering Viktor’s s nearly completely.
“That’ snot how I want it, not this time,” Ox rumbled, stroking a hand down the priest’s body. “I want to take you.”
For a moment, Viktor’s expression was that of confusion but as Ox’s hand slid down, past his burgeoning erection, his eyes widened in understanding.
“I… I’ve never done that, “ the priest choked.
Ox felt surprise well up in him; he has not thought Viktor to be inexperienced, not with the way he’d acted earlier… he felt a slow wave of satisfaction creep over him as he realized he would be the first – and only! – to take his mate in this manner.
“Will you let me?” he rumbled, tilting his head.
For a moment Viktor seemed to hesitate, but when he nodded, it was firmly. “Aye,” the priest whispered. “I want you to.”
Ox gave him a toothy grin. “Good,” he rumbled.
Without further ado he leaned forward to kiss Viktor fast and hard before he flipped the slight frame over, his blunt teeth finding the nape of his neck easily, Viktor moaned at the contact, bracing himself on his arms as Ox began to bite his way down the curved spine.
The bulltaur knew threw would not be anything of use here – but he had no intention of hurting Viktor when he took him . so there was only one thing he could do…
Viktor’s head shot up and he gasped when Ox ran his tongue over the backs of his thighs; when his tongue found its mark, the gasp became a moan and the priest’s head dropped again, sweat-soaked curls sticking to the nape of his neck as his hips bucked in Ox’s grasp.
The bulltaur grinned and continued his ministrations,; the way Viktor was reduced into whimpering, into begging with ease was something he would remember – but now., he only wanted to make sure the priest was well-prepared.
When he pulled back, Viktor’s moans became those of disappointment, but as his hand slid around the priest’s hip, grasping hardened flesh and stroking firmly, Viktor was reduced to gasping again.
As Ox positioned himself the slight shoulders tensed; the bulltaur growled quietly, reassuringly; his hand left Viktor’s hip to briefly to stroke the reddened nape of the priests neck as he leaned forward. “Do you want it?”
”Yes,” Viktor whimpered, “God, yes…”
Ox grunted; his hands returned to Viktor’s hip as he began to slowly press forward, into the heat of his mate’s body.
There were no words for how good it felt. Ox growled, fighting the urge to slam forward, to take, to claim… he squashed it ruthlessly; he would not hurt Viktor, not like this.
Slowly, he pushed all the way in, drawing moans from Viktor’s lips. He paused for a moment, letting his mate adjust to the feeling before he began to slowly move his hips, revelling in the feeling of Viktor’s warm flesh.
“Ox,” the priest whispered brokenly, arching his back: “P-please. More.”
The need in Viktor’s voice was unmistakable. Ox growled, his hips snapping forward in a quick, nearly violent thrust. It tore a scream from Viktor, the priest’s back arching even further.
“Oh god yes,” Viktor groaned, “Oh God ox…”
the Bulltaur did not need further encouragement. He growled again, gripping Viktor harder as he began to thrust hard and fast. Viktor gasped, throwing his head back a he arched under Ox’s touch, his sweat-slicked back pressing against the hard chest.
Ox bent his head, burying his blunt teeth into Viktor’s shoulder, that tore a scream from the priest, but he met ox’s thrusts even more eagerly.
Furiously, the bulltaur drove into him, his teeth nearly gnawing into Viktor’s shoulders, his tongue lashed at the mark, quickly bruising into livid red.
Their savage coupling soon came to an end; Ox threw his head back and bellowed as he crashed past the point of no return, a tidal wave of pleasure burning thorough his core a he emptied himself deep within Viktor, barely avoiding collapsing on top of him.
Still out of breath, Ox grinned and reached beneath Viktor’s body, finding the hard, hot flesh; it only took him a few strokes to bring Viktor into a climax that had the priest’s eyes rolling back in his head as he slumped on the mattress.
They lay there together, sated and almost lulled into the sweet embrace of sleep once more when the knock on the door came.
**
The hunt for the wounded deer had led Kita and his pups to near where the humans made their lairs, He did not like it, the pups would do well to be wary of humans.
Although most of them were harmless – like the loud bitch crashing through the underbrush, heading where Kita and the pups lay in wait, some of them were cunning and strong enough to slay wolves, good fighters, brave hunters.
But most of them weren’t. Especially not this bitch.
Kita could hear her speak loudly, to the think air. “… last time I take a shortcut, bloody idiot wasn’t good enough of a lay…”
The beast growled quietly, his hackles rising as the bitch came in sight; the stale scent of mating wafted from her, bitter and sharp; this was no one’s bitch, but one who laid wherever she could land, and the stench sickened him.
“… How dare that bastard of a priest turn me down? I, Silvia Nott? He should have been crawling at my feet, not running back to that little whore, little miss Saint Anna, my ass…”
The mention of the priest made Kita growl louder. Had the bitch tried to make the priest to mate with her, when it was obvious that he was already taken as a mate by the bulltaur? And the tone of the bitch’s voice spoke of Anna with derision – such disrespect toward on e higher in pack should not be tolerated. Anna was, after all – or would be – the alpha’s.
The bitch stumbled into the clearing and froze as he saw Kita. Kita growled, rising to two legs form his customary crouch and started to slowly stalk towards her.
”Oh God!” the bitch’s eyes went wide and the stench of fear filled Kita’s nostrils. “Please God, don’t kill me, don’t hurt my beautiful face, Ill do anything just don’t…”
the words were cut out by a strangled scream as Kita leaped, his powerful jaws locking around her face and biting down with a wet, sickening crunch.
As her lifeless body fell on the ground, Kita landed on all fours and spat, the strips of skin and flesh upon his teeth unpleasant. She tasted just as rotten as she smelled.
But the pups, slowly circling the carcass didn’t seem to think so.
Kita grunted encouragingly, as the pups gathered o feed.
**
Gustav was grateful of the clouds that had started to roll in, darkening the sky. The bright sun cut into his drink-sore eyes, and the clouds were a small blessing in what was proving out to be an abysmal day.
First, his bride’s maid had disappeared - off with some man, no doubt of that. The peasants were all like that. Then his sister had been nowhere to found! Gustav knew, though, where she must have been.
After all, why else would have the priest been so magnificently late? no doubt his sister was in the rectory, probably brazenly asleep in the pastor’s bed while everyone else was suffering through this little mockery of a wedding.
In less than an hour it would be over, Gustav thought as he stood before the altar, waiting for Ulfsson to bring his bride in.
He did not know just what to expect, but when Anna stepped in, Gustav found himself nodding appreciatively. The dress she wore was white-gold samite, embroidered with pearls; it must’ve cost a fortune, and proved that he was indeed marrying someone who would provide him with great wealth.
As they slowly shuffled down the aisle, Gustav found himself growing impatient. It was clear that the girl was crying and all that – really, foolish women, always weeping at the drop of a hat. He could only hope she didn’t ruin the dress with her incessant weeping.
He supposed she looked all right in the dress – not that he cared. She was not too hideous to make sure the marriage was consummated, even though he did not intend to touch her more than was necessary to get a son to continue the family line. After all, he preferred his women lusty, not inexperienced, fearful little waifs who would keep weeping and crying and make it a chore instead of a pleasure.
After what felt like an eternity, Ulffson brought the girl to him and Gustav grasped her hand in his, turning to face the priest. Belan’s eyes were dark and his brow furrowed as he looked at Gustav first, then the weeping girl.
The girl did not raise her eyes to look back and the young man smiled grimly. That was good - the faster he got her away from the bastard of a priest, the better.
The priest began to speak. His voice loud and clear. “We have gathered here…”
A sudden loud crash at the church doors jolted everyone, Gustav included. He let go of his bride’s hand and spun around, only to witness the doors slamming open as thunder clashed upon the sky.
And then the Devil himself strode into the church.
**
.. yes, ia m evil. and yes, quite at the nick of time :P
Under cut, Älä Mene Metsään, part the who the hell keeps up with it? warnings include smut and gore, duh.
Ox grunted; something was intruding into his dreams, the lush fields disappeared as he became increasingly aware of the hot, wet pressure that felt immensely good..
His eyes snapped open, and he saw Viktor grin.
“‘Morning,” the priest mumbled briefly as he bent his head again, his lips and tongue assaulting Ox’s sensitive shaft with renewed enthusiasm.
The bulltaur threw his head back and hissed, trying to keep his powerful hips from bucking into the wet heat of Viktor’s mouth. The priest had a wicked tongue on him, one that was teasing Ox to the edge with alarming alacrity.
The thought of letting go, of letting Viktor’s sweet lips tear his climax form him was tempting; But Ox wanted more than that, something he’d craved ever since he’d first laid eyes on the priest…
His hand shot down, grasping Viktor by the hair; . a gentle tug name the priest stop., lifting his head. “Something wrong?”
”No,” ox rumbled, his grip shifting to Viktor’s shoulder as he yanked the man up into a lustful kiss. Claiming the priest’ slips with teeth and tongue he flipped them over, his heavy body covering Viktor’s s nearly completely.
“That’ snot how I want it, not this time,” Ox rumbled, stroking a hand down the priest’s body. “I want to take you.”
For a moment, Viktor’s expression was that of confusion but as Ox’s hand slid down, past his burgeoning erection, his eyes widened in understanding.
“I… I’ve never done that, “ the priest choked.
Ox felt surprise well up in him; he has not thought Viktor to be inexperienced, not with the way he’d acted earlier… he felt a slow wave of satisfaction creep over him as he realized he would be the first – and only! – to take his mate in this manner.
“Will you let me?” he rumbled, tilting his head.
For a moment Viktor seemed to hesitate, but when he nodded, it was firmly. “Aye,” the priest whispered. “I want you to.”
Ox gave him a toothy grin. “Good,” he rumbled.
Without further ado he leaned forward to kiss Viktor fast and hard before he flipped the slight frame over, his blunt teeth finding the nape of his neck easily, Viktor moaned at the contact, bracing himself on his arms as Ox began to bite his way down the curved spine.
The bulltaur knew threw would not be anything of use here – but he had no intention of hurting Viktor when he took him . so there was only one thing he could do…
Viktor’s head shot up and he gasped when Ox ran his tongue over the backs of his thighs; when his tongue found its mark, the gasp became a moan and the priest’s head dropped again, sweat-soaked curls sticking to the nape of his neck as his hips bucked in Ox’s grasp.
The bulltaur grinned and continued his ministrations,; the way Viktor was reduced into whimpering, into begging with ease was something he would remember – but now., he only wanted to make sure the priest was well-prepared.
When he pulled back, Viktor’s moans became those of disappointment, but as his hand slid around the priest’s hip, grasping hardened flesh and stroking firmly, Viktor was reduced to gasping again.
As Ox positioned himself the slight shoulders tensed; the bulltaur growled quietly, reassuringly; his hand left Viktor’s hip to briefly to stroke the reddened nape of the priests neck as he leaned forward. “Do you want it?”
”Yes,” Viktor whimpered, “God, yes…”
Ox grunted; his hands returned to Viktor’s hip as he began to slowly press forward, into the heat of his mate’s body.
There were no words for how good it felt. Ox growled, fighting the urge to slam forward, to take, to claim… he squashed it ruthlessly; he would not hurt Viktor, not like this.
Slowly, he pushed all the way in, drawing moans from Viktor’s lips. He paused for a moment, letting his mate adjust to the feeling before he began to slowly move his hips, revelling in the feeling of Viktor’s warm flesh.
“Ox,” the priest whispered brokenly, arching his back: “P-please. More.”
The need in Viktor’s voice was unmistakable. Ox growled, his hips snapping forward in a quick, nearly violent thrust. It tore a scream from Viktor, the priest’s back arching even further.
“Oh god yes,” Viktor groaned, “Oh God ox…”
the Bulltaur did not need further encouragement. He growled again, gripping Viktor harder as he began to thrust hard and fast. Viktor gasped, throwing his head back a he arched under Ox’s touch, his sweat-slicked back pressing against the hard chest.
Ox bent his head, burying his blunt teeth into Viktor’s shoulder, that tore a scream from the priest, but he met ox’s thrusts even more eagerly.
Furiously, the bulltaur drove into him, his teeth nearly gnawing into Viktor’s shoulders, his tongue lashed at the mark, quickly bruising into livid red.
Their savage coupling soon came to an end; Ox threw his head back and bellowed as he crashed past the point of no return, a tidal wave of pleasure burning thorough his core a he emptied himself deep within Viktor, barely avoiding collapsing on top of him.
Still out of breath, Ox grinned and reached beneath Viktor’s body, finding the hard, hot flesh; it only took him a few strokes to bring Viktor into a climax that had the priest’s eyes rolling back in his head as he slumped on the mattress.
They lay there together, sated and almost lulled into the sweet embrace of sleep once more when the knock on the door came.
**
The hunt for the wounded deer had led Kita and his pups to near where the humans made their lairs, He did not like it, the pups would do well to be wary of humans.
Although most of them were harmless – like the loud bitch crashing through the underbrush, heading where Kita and the pups lay in wait, some of them were cunning and strong enough to slay wolves, good fighters, brave hunters.
But most of them weren’t. Especially not this bitch.
Kita could hear her speak loudly, to the think air. “… last time I take a shortcut, bloody idiot wasn’t good enough of a lay…”
The beast growled quietly, his hackles rising as the bitch came in sight; the stale scent of mating wafted from her, bitter and sharp; this was no one’s bitch, but one who laid wherever she could land, and the stench sickened him.
“… How dare that bastard of a priest turn me down? I, Silvia Nott? He should have been crawling at my feet, not running back to that little whore, little miss Saint Anna, my ass…”
The mention of the priest made Kita growl louder. Had the bitch tried to make the priest to mate with her, when it was obvious that he was already taken as a mate by the bulltaur? And the tone of the bitch’s voice spoke of Anna with derision – such disrespect toward on e higher in pack should not be tolerated. Anna was, after all – or would be – the alpha’s.
The bitch stumbled into the clearing and froze as he saw Kita. Kita growled, rising to two legs form his customary crouch and started to slowly stalk towards her.
”Oh God!” the bitch’s eyes went wide and the stench of fear filled Kita’s nostrils. “Please God, don’t kill me, don’t hurt my beautiful face, Ill do anything just don’t…”
the words were cut out by a strangled scream as Kita leaped, his powerful jaws locking around her face and biting down with a wet, sickening crunch.
As her lifeless body fell on the ground, Kita landed on all fours and spat, the strips of skin and flesh upon his teeth unpleasant. She tasted just as rotten as she smelled.
But the pups, slowly circling the carcass didn’t seem to think so.
Kita grunted encouragingly, as the pups gathered o feed.
**
Gustav was grateful of the clouds that had started to roll in, darkening the sky. The bright sun cut into his drink-sore eyes, and the clouds were a small blessing in what was proving out to be an abysmal day.
First, his bride’s maid had disappeared - off with some man, no doubt of that. The peasants were all like that. Then his sister had been nowhere to found! Gustav knew, though, where she must have been.
After all, why else would have the priest been so magnificently late? no doubt his sister was in the rectory, probably brazenly asleep in the pastor’s bed while everyone else was suffering through this little mockery of a wedding.
In less than an hour it would be over, Gustav thought as he stood before the altar, waiting for Ulfsson to bring his bride in.
He did not know just what to expect, but when Anna stepped in, Gustav found himself nodding appreciatively. The dress she wore was white-gold samite, embroidered with pearls; it must’ve cost a fortune, and proved that he was indeed marrying someone who would provide him with great wealth.
As they slowly shuffled down the aisle, Gustav found himself growing impatient. It was clear that the girl was crying and all that – really, foolish women, always weeping at the drop of a hat. He could only hope she didn’t ruin the dress with her incessant weeping.
He supposed she looked all right in the dress – not that he cared. She was not too hideous to make sure the marriage was consummated, even though he did not intend to touch her more than was necessary to get a son to continue the family line. After all, he preferred his women lusty, not inexperienced, fearful little waifs who would keep weeping and crying and make it a chore instead of a pleasure.
After what felt like an eternity, Ulffson brought the girl to him and Gustav grasped her hand in his, turning to face the priest. Belan’s eyes were dark and his brow furrowed as he looked at Gustav first, then the weeping girl.
The girl did not raise her eyes to look back and the young man smiled grimly. That was good - the faster he got her away from the bastard of a priest, the better.
The priest began to speak. His voice loud and clear. “We have gathered here…”
A sudden loud crash at the church doors jolted everyone, Gustav included. He let go of his bride’s hand and spun around, only to witness the doors slamming open as thunder clashed upon the sky.
And then the Devil himself strode into the church.
**
.. yes, ia m evil. and yes, quite at the nick of time :P
