Coyote Mumbles

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                          “Nolan is… I’m uh – “ He certainly did his best to hold still, but the feel of those vines gliding and searching, the feeling of them touching private locations make him squirm a bit. However, over some sort of miracle, Nolan managed to keep himself together, and even pulled out a friendly smile.                      “ – somethin’ like a human, yeah.” The hound couldn’t bring himself to admit what he really was, but that response seemed appropriate enough. He could tell, by this point, that she really meant no harm – only curious, much like himself.                    “Rescue you? Yeah, that’s one way                       of puttin’ it. Do y’want outta here?”

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"But you aren't a human."

She sounds... sad, over it, but her vines retract- she's gentle with her extraction, pulling vines from his skin without hurting him or snagging. Leaves curl and wilt at the idea that he isn't at all human, and  that he's likely not here, to rescue her. It's strange; she's mostly dark browns and greens, a wilting old flower, in this small room.

Though at his question, she frowns.

"...Yes. I was told I wouldn't be forgotten- that Stein would come for me. It's been a very long time though." There is a thought. "....I don't know how long ago, but it was... '02 I believe. " Hence the dingy old shop ready to be condemned, and the hibernating flower in front of him.

"I am very thirsty, Nolan who is almost human." she says it quietly, fingers resting on the lip of the very large pot of dirt she's kept in- which is also cracked and dry.

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        “Not a Nolan. M’name’s Nolan. That’s uh – that’s what folks call me. Do y’have name?”        The hound’s eyeing the vines cautiously, though he’s afraid to step away in case the movement causes the plant to lash out. His hands are at his sides, fingers loosely clenching and releasing out of nervousness.

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There is a pause, and she tilts her head a little. “Nolan is... a what, then?” Vines move up over his legs, sprouting tiny vines off themselves to probe into socks,shoes, under pant legs. The vines crawl- grow up him; and down his pants, over his hands- everywhere. Moving gently, and touching everything, as they work up over his body. “ Is... something like a human?” There’s an excited quality, and her leaves seem to fan out more.  “Come to rescue me?”

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Okay, so this was definitely not something he was expecting, and the hound stopped short. Staring at the very alive plant with baited breath, he finally bumbled out,         “ – I uh – m’name’s Nolan. M’not gonna… I won’t hurt you.”

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The moment he speaks,she turns to look at him, and though her eyes are invisible under the leaves on her head, the thick vines slither down the side of her gigantic pot, and down towards him. “...What’s a Nolan?” She sound wary- but she’s very curious too.

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Vines slip from the potted plant to coil almost menacingly.  “...Who are you?” She’s spent too long in this abandon arboretum. 

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Mab & Morgan - Touch Me

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He leaned against the wide dash of the RV, observing the woman’s rigid appearance. Though, why stop the make-over half way through? It’d be a crime! Morgan turned the chair so she faced him. It was then did he notice the small things. Being in his profession, you saw the small differences in the face. The slight flush, the goose flesh that bubbled on her skin, and of course her nipples were another giveaway.

He leaned closer, his fingers wrapped around her chin, his gaze meeting her glare with lazy abandonment. “Fine? It looks like you are hot and bothered? What were you doing in here before I came in?” Of course the joke of masturbation was more to get her to show some more attitude.

"Where do you want me to go? I mean, I suppose I can leave you alone to finish you off. Though, I could help you out if you want." Of course, he had no idea that his joke might hit harder than he thought. 

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At first, she's about to snarl at him- then his fingers wrap around her chin and she's sure he can feel what she was thinking in her very pulse. "I-I wasn't- I wouldn't-" She'd never done such to herself in her entire life, and the accusation had her pressing the too short skirt down, as if it might grow long enough to cover more then just the bares necessities.

She pulled away from his hand and looked away, beet red and feeling a little ashamed that she'd wanted to do something with Morgan of all people. "I don't do that. I- I would never." she spluttered, already too embarrassed to look at him. Of course, offering help for her current issue was enough to have her giving him a both horrified, and shocked look- would he really? She realizes, almost at the same time the expression passes over her face, that it's not what he meant. She clamps her thighs together and spins the chair away, arms crossed to attempt to hide the fact her nipples were hard- and of course, her embarrassment.

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Dro & Bruce - Morning

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Bruce shivered as her tongue, soft as the pedals of a rose, his hands running down where her ribs might have been and down the softness of her stomach. It was like he was unsure of where her parts were, where she could be turned on. He started merging from his grogginess, whether it was the manual stimulation of his member, or the chemical one of her pheromones. 

Finally his eyes were open, focused on her in the dimness of the morning. He moved, so he was sitting and her front was pressed against his, all of her smooth planes made him shiver. His lips were locked with hers in a matter of moments, his tongue wrestling with hers in a fight for dominance. 

His thrusts picked up speed and began more rhythmic in timing and length. His tongue left hers, dragging down her chin and neck, pausing at the top curve of her breast. 

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Even as he seemed to rouse from sleep, she was influencing him all the more- her fingers running gently over skin as she waited for the first of her biological attacks on his body set in. When he was able to sit up to press himself deeper, she smiled- knowing full well what he was like to do.

Sure enough, lips locked with her own, bringing not only a soft moan, but allowing her saliva to soak into the soft pallet of his mouth- carrying with it a heavy dosage of the aphrodisiac that would make the mortal man both desire her, and delay his climax, while sending him into an almost animal like frenzy with how sensitive it would make him to her touch.

When he pulled away to run kisses down her body, she gripped his shoulders- light enough to barely be touching him. She moved her lips to his ear, letting her tongue touch the rim of his ear. "Good boy, Bruce. I love it when you're so needy... I hope you'll love what I've done to you, too." she all but purrs, waiting for the drugs she's induced to kick in.

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Cliff & Val - Trapt

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Val nodded, her heart pounding in her chest to the thought. “I…I’m n-not experienced with men. I’ve barely held hands and things of that magnitude…I don’t know what to d-do…or h-how the right way to react is…s-so I might be a little slow.” Val laid her head down on his broad should to try and compose herself. No doubt he could feel the heat of her flush against his neck.

Finally, she leaned forward and pressed her lips against the exposed part of his neck, something she had seen couples in the park doing. She did this slow, making small tracks up his neck to his earlobe and then she made her way back to his lips, each move tentative and hesitated. 

"S-sorry."

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"Alright..." he said softly, seeming to relax. "It's alright- just relax. Let your instincts guide you. I'm not gunna laugh at you or something dumb." He breathed, stroking her hair, and kissing her ear as she tried to compose herself. "Let go- at least a little." In the cramped confines of the closet, with her sitting on his lap so, he kissed her when she let her lips trail back to his, the line of kisses she'd left felt hot.

"It's alright- I'm going to let you be on top, so you can decide how you want to set the pace. I don't wanna scare you." He said, giving a smile before he kissed her again, stubble brushing her chin. "Don't be sorry. Never be sorry." He told her, his voice gruff as his hands slid down to her hips, then up under her shirt to tentatively grip her breasts, to see what her reaction to the gentle fondling might be.

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I want the K; Morgan to Mab; pokemon. why-not-keep-it-classy

19: Forceful Kiss

Who even came up with these fucking games? ‘Too Hot’ being a game Morgan had suggested once she was happily liquored up after winning the championship. Their first, as a team. Yet she was finding herself more and more sober as the moments went on. Too Hot was a game where you kissed- without touching otherwise, until one of you broke the rules. Morgan’s mouth was patient; talented and through in a way that left the busty gal trembling. Her own kiss was forceful; aggressive, teeth finding his lip to tug gently at his own, allowing time for her to risk a glance at his face.She was going to lose.

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Morgan lowered himself so he was sitting, so he could pull the woman as much as he could, which was until she was straddling his lap. His hands were firmly planted on her hips, as though they were glued there and for good reason. Morgan didn’t want to scare the poor woman away by groping the more sensitive areas before she was ready. His lips followed her lead, only directing her gently if he found she was being too tentative. Though he wouldn’t move from this spot, he’d let her have the lead.

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It didn't take more the a gentle guidance to have her straddling the groomer, her hands gripping his shirt with slim fingers as her mouth grew heated in their kisses- it didn't take long for her to be almost frantic with her needy kisses, mouth moving with ever more needy kisses, before she squirmed slightly, pressing her hips to his and realizing what he'd done- let her take the lead.  It's a snap decision, but she decides she doesn't want to stop. She pulls at her shirt clumsily, until she's got it around her neck. Then she pulls away from him just long enough to slip it off, and toss it to the side, before she's pressed close to him, hips rocking a slow rhythm against the groomers, lips returning to his to continue the almost desperate kisses. Her hand reaches for his, pulling one up to rest on the clip that held her bra closed, between her ample breasts. "Morgan." She breathed between kisses, no longer quite as tentative. "Touch me."

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Jack & Ruby - Discord

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Ruby still twitched and spasmed beneath him as his member, though softy, still rubbed and created friction in the sensitive lining. Her face turned and her mouth found his, giving him a sweet little kiss upon his lips. “I love you Jack…” She mumbled against his lips before her lips trailed up passed his nose and pressed against his forehead. Finally, she pushed her knees against his hips to withdraw him from her depths.

She pressed her flesh against his, keeping herself warm against his flesh. She would usually have pulled up the blankets, the exercise and orgasm usually left her cold, but he was always so feverishly warm that she could warm up. 

"Mmm, you are so warm." Her face was pressed against his chest and her body melded against his. Ruby didn’t know quite the reason he intoxicated her senses so. Maybe it was love, maybe it was the animal he was that made him irresistible to her.

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That always took him by surprise- whenever he heard her say she loved him, and could taste no lie upon the words. His expression seemed to soften, and he kissed her gently in return. ".... I love you too, Ruby. More then you could ever know." his words were as raw and vulnerable in their honesty as she was in her flesh, naked and under the wolf.

When she tried to push him away he growled and flinched. "H-hey-" yet she' pulled away anyway, leaving him sensitive and throbbing, only to press against her to keep his unmentionables warm. "Hate it when you do that. Feels awful." He muttered, nuzzling against her neck, not for the first time. Jack's instinct was to to breed her- and though it wouldn't take now- if ever- he couldn't help the unfulfilled instinct.

It didn't matter- she was pressed against him, and he loved it.

He rolled to his side, and snuggled her close. "Sleep, Mine... I'll still be warm when you sleep." A bassy chuckle rumbled from his chest as he pulled her into every crevice of his body, and shortly fell asleep.

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"You know me. Hostility makes me shrink up like a— I can't think of a non-sexual metaphor." Henry to NG, College. why-not-keep-it-classy

A roll of her eyes, before she brought him closer to kiss him intently, then down his neck, a grin on her face. “Oh, don’t worry- I promise when I’m done-” she tugged his shirt up. “That you’ll forget-” her mouth find it’s way down his stomach. “…all about the hostility. And I doubt it’ll be shrinking.” she says, nipping at his crotch as she sinks onto her knees.

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Henry gave her an agitated look but only sighed and tugged his underwear back in it’s place and buttoned his pants. He also took a hold of her hips and brought her backwards, wrapping his arms around her and setting a stubbley chin on her should and kissing her cheek lightly. “Yea, sorry. Do you want me to do something for you dear?”

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She let him envelope him in her arms, and smiled at the stubble. She turned to kiss him gently, her lips still salty from her affections on his nether region. "I wanted to have you maybe fuck my mouth, or push me up against the wall and make me absolutely sing. Since it's not really an option now I should get going. Sebastian will be back in an hour or two, and I should go shower. don't wanna smell like farmboy when he shows up." Her hips rocked back against him, a grin on her lips as the sultry coyote teased him a moment longer. "Let me go, Henry." she purred, though she made no attempt to free herself yet.

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Slade & Alice - Can't Keep My Hands Off

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  Alice’s fingers curled in his shirt. The damn man was far to tall to wrap her arms around his shoulder and curl her fingers in messy mop of black hair he kept. Her tongue stroked his, though when he was pressed against her she gasped and squirmed at the feeling of his manhood against her. Though when she was laid on the floor, her skirts pushed up and the top torn, she covered herself.

She flushed, her arms covering her breasts, not to hide from him. Though he was able to watch her through the doorway, what stopped anyone else. “Could…could we go somewhere else?”

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In her struggle to cover herself, he retreated just a moment, looking hurt and slightly confused as to why she'd hide herself from him. Though when he realized what she was truly hiding from, he grinned and kissed her lightly. "It's a looong walk back to my room.." his arms encircled her, and he kissed her again; each touch more passionate, more needy then the last.

"You know I wouldn't let anyone see what's mine.." he said gently, fingers running gently along her jaw, as he nuzzled his own bristled jaw against hers. "You're mine to enjoy, not some peeping tom. Besides, who's going to look? All they're gonna see is my ass- and nobody here wants that." He grinned at her.

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Odette’s hands were against his gaunt cheeks, her breasts pressed against his chest. She shivered as she felt his erection form and his fingers came down her cheek. He didn’t kiss her back but she was content with the simple touches, and the big giveaway to his attraction.

Her fingers moved from his cheeks to his hair, her fingers tangling in the black locks that were matted onto his head from the water, before they slid down onto his broad chest. Her lips moved from his down his jaw, and down onto his neck, leaving a tender loving trail as she moved lower down his chest and finally her lips reached his member.

Odette wouldn’t lie, she was uncertain of what the ex-God would enjoy or what not, but she figured most men enjoyed her current action. Odette sheathed the man as much as she could tolerate before she began to work the velvet flesh with her lips and tongue.

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Once, intimacy and all sexual deviance had been his domain. Now, he was uncomfortable and terrified- he was a monster. No longer beautiful and vain, he was a creature trapped to look like another being entirely. His lips, his very sound and expression stolen from him.

When the blonde's mouth moved down his neck, his stomach, he felt desire and passion stir, wild and animalistic in his gut- which left him all the more anxious. What could he possibly do for her to make this even? He couldn't even properly kiss her, with the stitches securing his lips. He stressed- even as she moved lower.

Of course, he jumped when he felt her mouth, warm and inviting on a part of him that had gotten no attention since his fall from grace- and he shuddered, sucking in breathe from his nose, a harsh sound escaping- had he been able to speak, or create any sound at all it would have been a moan. Loki's head bowed, hair falling into his eyes in a mix of frustration and embarrassment- though his fingers already moved to wrap into her hair, the other along her jaw to encourage the amazing feeling of what she was choosing to do to him- despite his flaws.

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"The most successful marriages are based on lies." Bruce to Dro, Live ins. why-not-keep-it-classy

"Then I suppose yours was nothing but brutal, brutal truth."

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"Well he has to stay around. He makes the weirdo happy, and that is saying something. She’s always happy." He sprayed the blood down the drain before he went to strip the gear he had dawned. "Besides, you like Zoe anyway. You should like who she chooses, even though he’s an asshole and teeny tiny."

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"I don't like who she chooses. She knows that, and she also knows that should he be left unattended in my presence, I will eat him." She says so nonchalantly, her tone aloof- she was not kidding, and even as vines groaned, growing and thickening to support the almost throne like chair she'd made for herself, she sighed. "Bruce, I need a bigger planter soon. I'm starting to feel a bit squished."

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NG & Henry - Bitten

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Henry felt the weight in his chest lift with the small declarations of her general feelings for his being. The need, the want, and the love. It was what had been carved out of him with this case. The children that weren’t reported. The parents that could have not cared less. Though with her methodical touches, his deep thrusts, pushing his member as much as her own being would allow.

He bent down to capture her lips before he sat up, his weight being balanced against his knees as his fingers wrapped around her thighs and he shivered as he felt his orgasm approaching, though after knowing this woman, such a possession would not allow her to reach orgasm. He pulled from her, his lips moving down her stomach, tongue and teeth coming to scrape against the soft flesh. His lips touched the inside of her thighs, the tongue running warm wet lines up to her sex, but it did not touch the outer lips. The motion was teasing.

"Tell me what you want." His voice was husky as his lips graced her labia, the softness made him shiver, but his eyes almost took a predatory look as he looked up at her. "I want you to hear your desire, tell me what you want me to do to you." His tongue came out to trace the labia but he did not venture further to touch the more sensitive flesh. 

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Every time he touched her, he stole breathe from she didn't know she had need of. Every touch and texture of their interactions, especially the intimate ones, left her needy for more, making her wonder if perhaps he'd been something more in a past life- perhaps an artist, or something of that route. His touch was enough to make her think that perhaps there was an art to sex- at least, enough of one to leave her wanting and desiring more.

Her lips buzzed with the aftermath of his kiss as he moved down her body, leaving a tingling feeling along the flesh of her belly, and sending the most peculiar thrill of fear and exhilaration as his touch brushes over the vulnerable part of her body- unguarded from him should he wish to harm her.

His mouth ran along her thigh, over her sex and she hissed out a breathe, panting in short shallow breaths as she tried to regain some control. Her body was so tense- so strained from the arousal his touch, and now his voice, brushing against her most delicate parts- that she could not hardly think about an answer to what he wanted. It took several attempts, before she could speak.

"Take of me- I want to feel your tongue questing for the depths of my need for you. I need to feel your skin against my own. I want your heat. I want you to fill me- I want you to leave me sore, so that I am reminded of your very touch. I want to feel safe and whole and loved and...and needed, in your arms."

The words are so quiet, whispered such vulnerabilities, that they're almost inaudible, and for once, the coyote feels vulnerable- as if he might deny her.