“well?” miche challenges, “you’ve come over here, you’ve got a look in your eye that is almost… determined. what is it you want?” can’t a wolf moon-bathe in peace? these days, it didn’t seem to be the case. miche takes a drag off his cigarette and sighs through his nose.

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‘‘I do.’‘ The old wolf’s answer was almost immediate. Showed that he often thought of the topic--- not positively. Rarely was he one to look down upon himself or show it for that matter. ‘’I never asked to for this. Ever. While my will is still my own--- my freedom at hand, unlike that of true curses, humans have a way of making you feel OTHERWISE. I was driven out of villages, hunted down to be made into nothing but a prize--- not once considering that I...’’

Words delved no further, cutting short, in a sharp sigh. ‘’They were scared of what I am.’’

A single sensual kiss was all it took for Isis, arms locked around Vincent in a loving embrace- his hands had already been gripped to her waist from the moment she placed herself on his lap. Intentionally, she only meant to give quick peck on the lips- that changing as soon as they locked lip, falling into lust. Suddenly she became only partially lost in thought, thinking of only what she could end up doing with him in a matter of seconds while his lips had been giving her neck the most attention. Isis relationship with Vincent was strictly platonic for centuries and even now in their dating relationship she had never actually had time to sit and think of the pressures they could both fulfill in the comfort of her bedroom.

“ Vin- Vincent.“  She finally spoke out giving him a coy look as soon as he glanced at her. It would the first time they would actually speak about this. The conjurer being ready to take the next step. “ Voulez-vous avoir des relations sexuelles avec moi? Vous ne devriez pas. “ Small hands now on his chest, fiddling with his shirt. “ Je t'aime et je te fais confiance plus que tout le monde … et…Je le veux, mais seulement si vous le faites. “ Fingers grab his hand, her lips placing kisses on each finger before placing another on the middle finger. letting nature take it’s course she began licking at the tip with her tongue- teasing him momentarily, keeping her eyes locked on his as she started to suck on his finger- her mouth almost seeming to swallow the finger from how deep it was. She was now more aroused than before, showing her partner something he had possibly never imagined her doing before.

@varcolacui

For centuries the bzou had only ever DREAMED of holding Isis so close. Gracing that soft flesh of her neck in a thousand sweet kisses to conjure gentle sounds even sweeter from her lips. They’d started at her lips, for what seemed like a mere kiss, only to ignite into a sudden burst of passion. Like a flame given oxygen to breath. It was all absolutely exhilarating to Vincent. Teeth carefully dragged over the skin before lips close to gently suck on her neck. Nothing to that would hurt, but leave a faint mark what would be gone by sunrise. Yet to be driven to BRUISE the flesh like ripe fruit.

Hues of hazel met with her own as the sound of his name beckoned his attention else where. A smirk crawled across his lips as he waited for the witch to continue. Her words, of course, took the wolf aback. Maybe this was a dream. There was a small smile breaking over his features as he dared to pull her closer, head canting to the side, ‘’Je crois que vous connaissez déjà la réponse, l'amour...’’

 “Nah.” He runs his hands through his hair and shakes his head.

“I mean, thanks for the offer, but I’d just get dirt everywhere inside and then you’d have to clean it up and I’d feel like an arsehole. It’ll come off on its own.”

‘‘Murray--- do you really think I come back home SPOTLESS after a day spent out in the woods? That’s why I have hardwood floors, they’re much easier to clean then carpet. Please, come in and don’t think yourself any kind of inconvenience or bother.’’

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he doesn’t, nor will he ever.

it’s just collecting trash in his wallet like that is half the girth of it. paper receipts.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake!” She had shouted, a harsh shriek in the place of the usual croak of her throaty voice. Few have ever heard her voice go so high but considering the circumstances; yet another werewolf galumphing about on her land and disturbing her peace, it’s rather understandable. To make matters worse, this one is larger than his kin and more likely to disturb the quiet tranquillity of her land. Through the trees she catches glimpses of him, this no doubt powerful beast. Still, she feels no fear. She need not, not on her land. 

Huge as the beast is, she approaches him all the same, with a basket on her arm and the brisk pace of a scolding mother. Small as she is, she glares up at the creature as if there were no difference between their statures, all the while waving a hand to shoo him away. “Off you go!” She insists, drawing her shawl tighter around her shoulders. “You’ll find no game for you to hunt here, this land is not for you!”

How rude of her to LEAP at such conclusions. Acting as though he was going to break havoc within her quiet and peaceful woods. Vincent was a ROUTY wolf! Why he’s positive she had only seen him because he stuck out like a SORE THUMB amongst the trees--- terrible at blending in with such a massive form. He hadn’t even howled, even as the bleak, moonless night had the nocturnal creature feeling so rejuvenated. Awfully quiet a wolf his size was. IMPRESSIVE it could be, really.

Like that of a scolded child, the beast lowered himself. Ears flattened, large bright eyes possessing a stare like a hurt pup. The woman was tiny in comparison of the wolf, but her voice was GIANT and demeaning. A soft whine of protest sounded from Vincent. He was doing her lands no harm, he did not hunting.