Original Fiction: Afterglow
Title: Afterglow
Fandom: Original
Rating: NSFW
Characters: Tsuanado/Rauro
Summary: Pure UST and smut experimenting. Enjoy.
"Where are we going?" Tsu demands as he pulls her along.
"A less-accessible area of the den - and certainly the last place anyone would think to find you."
She is prepared to say something when suddenly she is shoved into a room. It is dark and she has only a moment to look around while he locks the door but that is all it takes for her to recognize the place. She hasn't been here but his scent is all over.
But there is no time to confirm because in the next instant he has her thrown up against the wall, picking her up with ease and pinning her hips between his. She wraps her legs around his waist and clutches at his shoulders, nails digging into his skin until she is certain there will be blood. Against her ear she hears him growl before he bites the skin of her neck hard, breaking the skin. The healer snarls in reply, pulling at his hair and grinding her hips against his. He hisses against her neck and bites at the base of her neck hard enough that she knows it will bruise.
Her nails claw into his back in retaliation, dragging marks from his shoulder to his tail. He hisses violently when her claws reach the base of his tail and he nearly roars in outrage. He pulls her away from the wall only to shove her back against it again, a hand fisting in her hair and pulling it down until she is forced to look up at him.
"Don't...do....that..." He growls low in his throat, his eyes flashing with unspoken threat. But the moment is too good to pass up and she does it again. This time she is rewarded with a violet shudder that rocks his body. She knows he snarls because she can feel it quake through his body.
"Ng...cheeky woman."
There is no time to respond because one minute she is pinned to the wall and the next he throws her to the bed. For a second she is free of him and she scrambles to relocate herself but she isn't anywhere near fast enough. He is on her like a wolf coming in for the kill. Before she can blink he has her wrist caught in one hand, pinning them above her head. She struggles against him, her body thrashing from side to side trying to dislodge him from his place straddled against her hips.
He snarls and thrust his hips against her own, pinning her down and letting her feel his erection pressing against her stomach. Her eyes narrow into slits and she hisses low in her throat but her body stills beneath him, submitting. She is rewarded by another thrust of his hips and a kiss at her lips. Tonight, for the first time, she is at his mercy and he intends to make the most of it.
It won't be a night for love making, of tender kisses and sweet caresses. Sweet nothings are not whispered to the air as their bodies join for the first time. Instead he is savage above her, releasing months of frustration that he has suffered from her attentions. With a jerk of his hand he tears the top from her body, the fabric fraying and bursting until it is left in taters and she is bare to the world.
The wolf lowers his head and takes a nipple into his mouth, biting and caressing with his tongue causing her to cry out in a mixture of pleasure and pain. His free hand reaches between them and spreads her legs until he is cradled between her knees. Her sarong is even easier to tear from her body than her top and in mere seconds she is naked beneath him. Later he will take the time to admire her body and its soft curves and delicate skin. Now his only desire is to claim it as his and give her reason to think twice before torturing him for her own sake.
There is no warning but a bite to her tit tandem with the two fingers he thrust into her slick heat. Already she is dripping with her desire and he laughs low in his throat at how much she is enjoying this. The fingers scissor and curl and she cries out his name like she is shouting a curse. He is relentless in his desire curls his fingers again, lifting his eyes to watch her face distort in primal pleasure. It takes only a few more thrust of his fingers before she succumbs, her body arching toward the heavens with a cry that could wake the dead.
He leaves her to her orgasm and quickly tears the clothing from his own body. He is painfully hard and when he returns to her he slowly pushes into her without ceremony or warning. Even in her haze she moans, her hands reaching before he pins them again. He takes his time entering her, pushing himself in to the hilt. Now it is his turn to hiss in pleasure because she is tight and wet and completely at his mercy.
The first seconds of their union are calm, both basking in the glow of the feel of each other. But the moment is short lived as he pulls out and thrust in to the hilt again, hard and fast, pushing a throaty gasp from her core. He continues with his ferocious pace, lifting her knees to his shoulders and angling her hips so he can reach deeper. It must work because she begins moaning with every thrust, muttering unintelligible things beneath her breath.
She begins to thrust back in time with him creating an even greater sensation and he can feel the tension coiling at the base of his spine. The sound of skin slapping against skin is drowned out by the rushing blood in his ears and the frantic panting of both spirits.
She comes first, her shouts not as loud but just as damning as her eyes rolls back and her body goes limp against his bed. He growls low in his throat and grabs her hips with bruising force and pushes into her, feeling his own completion mounting. He is at the edge when his door opens.
"Brother, are you okay? I heard shouting and - "
The dark wolf turns toward the intruder and growls with all of the ferocity of a rabid animal. His primal instinct blinds him to the true identity of the other wolf that has walked into his room. All he knows now is that there is another and that she is his and he will let no other have her.
"Get out!" He snarls even as his thighs continue to slap against the healer's. Irao is too stunned to move but another growl from his brother spurs him to movement and he dashes from the room quicker than he has ever moved in his life. He is going to have nightmares about this for weeks.
With the intruder gone Rauro returned to watching her, the way her body bounced as he shoved into her. He was so close... Looking down to see her watching him and she lifts her hips just so and he comes undone. With a growl that is more possessive than feral he spills into her, thrusting twice more until he is completely spent.
He collapses against her, his head resting against her bosom while his heart tries to return to its normal pace. Only now does he begin to feel the sting from her claw marks against his back and he knows he will have some explaining to do to his brother.
But right now that hardly matters. Her fingers begin to hesitantly thread through his hair and he hates to admit that it is soothing. The greatest thing, however, is the blissful silence that falls between them. It is not awkward or sparking with tension, but calm and serene. Closing his eyes he listens to the beating of her heart and looses himself to the afterglow.
Fandom: Original
Rating: NSFW
Characters: Tsuanado/Rauro
Summary: Pure UST and smut experimenting. Enjoy.
"Where are we going?" Tsu demands as he pulls her along.
"A less-accessible area of the den - and certainly the last place anyone would think to find you."
She is prepared to say something when suddenly she is shoved into a room. It is dark and she has only a moment to look around while he locks the door but that is all it takes for her to recognize the place. She hasn't been here but his scent is all over.
But there is no time to confirm because in the next instant he has her thrown up against the wall, picking her up with ease and pinning her hips between his. She wraps her legs around his waist and clutches at his shoulders, nails digging into his skin until she is certain there will be blood. Against her ear she hears him growl before he bites the skin of her neck hard, breaking the skin. The healer snarls in reply, pulling at his hair and grinding her hips against his. He hisses against her neck and bites at the base of her neck hard enough that she knows it will bruise.
Her nails claw into his back in retaliation, dragging marks from his shoulder to his tail. He hisses violently when her claws reach the base of his tail and he nearly roars in outrage. He pulls her away from the wall only to shove her back against it again, a hand fisting in her hair and pulling it down until she is forced to look up at him.
"Don't...do....that..." He growls low in his throat, his eyes flashing with unspoken threat. But the moment is too good to pass up and she does it again. This time she is rewarded with a violet shudder that rocks his body. She knows he snarls because she can feel it quake through his body.
"Ng...cheeky woman."
There is no time to respond because one minute she is pinned to the wall and the next he throws her to the bed. For a second she is free of him and she scrambles to relocate herself but she isn't anywhere near fast enough. He is on her like a wolf coming in for the kill. Before she can blink he has her wrist caught in one hand, pinning them above her head. She struggles against him, her body thrashing from side to side trying to dislodge him from his place straddled against her hips.
He snarls and thrust his hips against her own, pinning her down and letting her feel his erection pressing against her stomach. Her eyes narrow into slits and she hisses low in her throat but her body stills beneath him, submitting. She is rewarded by another thrust of his hips and a kiss at her lips. Tonight, for the first time, she is at his mercy and he intends to make the most of it.
It won't be a night for love making, of tender kisses and sweet caresses. Sweet nothings are not whispered to the air as their bodies join for the first time. Instead he is savage above her, releasing months of frustration that he has suffered from her attentions. With a jerk of his hand he tears the top from her body, the fabric fraying and bursting until it is left in taters and she is bare to the world.
The wolf lowers his head and takes a nipple into his mouth, biting and caressing with his tongue causing her to cry out in a mixture of pleasure and pain. His free hand reaches between them and spreads her legs until he is cradled between her knees. Her sarong is even easier to tear from her body than her top and in mere seconds she is naked beneath him. Later he will take the time to admire her body and its soft curves and delicate skin. Now his only desire is to claim it as his and give her reason to think twice before torturing him for her own sake.
There is no warning but a bite to her tit tandem with the two fingers he thrust into her slick heat. Already she is dripping with her desire and he laughs low in his throat at how much she is enjoying this. The fingers scissor and curl and she cries out his name like she is shouting a curse. He is relentless in his desire curls his fingers again, lifting his eyes to watch her face distort in primal pleasure. It takes only a few more thrust of his fingers before she succumbs, her body arching toward the heavens with a cry that could wake the dead.
He leaves her to her orgasm and quickly tears the clothing from his own body. He is painfully hard and when he returns to her he slowly pushes into her without ceremony or warning. Even in her haze she moans, her hands reaching before he pins them again. He takes his time entering her, pushing himself in to the hilt. Now it is his turn to hiss in pleasure because she is tight and wet and completely at his mercy.
The first seconds of their union are calm, both basking in the glow of the feel of each other. But the moment is short lived as he pulls out and thrust in to the hilt again, hard and fast, pushing a throaty gasp from her core. He continues with his ferocious pace, lifting her knees to his shoulders and angling her hips so he can reach deeper. It must work because she begins moaning with every thrust, muttering unintelligible things beneath her breath.
She begins to thrust back in time with him creating an even greater sensation and he can feel the tension coiling at the base of his spine. The sound of skin slapping against skin is drowned out by the rushing blood in his ears and the frantic panting of both spirits.
She comes first, her shouts not as loud but just as damning as her eyes rolls back and her body goes limp against his bed. He growls low in his throat and grabs her hips with bruising force and pushes into her, feeling his own completion mounting. He is at the edge when his door opens.
"Brother, are you okay? I heard shouting and - "
The dark wolf turns toward the intruder and growls with all of the ferocity of a rabid animal. His primal instinct blinds him to the true identity of the other wolf that has walked into his room. All he knows now is that there is another and that she is his and he will let no other have her.
"Get out!" He snarls even as his thighs continue to slap against the healer's. Irao is too stunned to move but another growl from his brother spurs him to movement and he dashes from the room quicker than he has ever moved in his life. He is going to have nightmares about this for weeks.
With the intruder gone Rauro returned to watching her, the way her body bounced as he shoved into her. He was so close... Looking down to see her watching him and she lifts her hips just so and he comes undone. With a growl that is more possessive than feral he spills into her, thrusting twice more until he is completely spent.
He collapses against her, his head resting against her bosom while his heart tries to return to its normal pace. Only now does he begin to feel the sting from her claw marks against his back and he knows he will have some explaining to do to his brother.
But right now that hardly matters. Her fingers begin to hesitantly thread through his hair and he hates to admit that it is soothing. The greatest thing, however, is the blissful silence that falls between them. It is not awkward or sparking with tension, but calm and serene. Closing his eyes he listens to the beating of her heart and looses himself to the afterglow.