A Game of Chase (15/?)
anonymous
December 27 2011, 23:34:48 UTC
"D-Don't... Don't believe you, y-you horrid liar... I... never... you're... you're t-terrible." Arthur's voice caught, his nerves rising, his body tensing with each moment he tried to choke something out. Everything felt as if it was closing all around him quickly. No escape, no way to break free, he was going to di--
Arthur froze as a low growl interrupted his thoughts, trying not to flinch as his eyes darted to look back up and over into the wolf's almost frustrated looking blue one.
"Look, I see that there's obviously been some sort of weird, crazy, misunderstanding," The wolf sigh this out, moving back down to kiss at the junction of Arthur's shoulder and neck, one hand moving and caressing back over Arthur creamy pale skin until it reached down in between them, grasping the rabbit's softening member, pumping it until it came back to life. Arthur arched and moaned out, panting and reacting against his will once more, body feeling as if it were autopilot. "I'll repeat it again... I really don't wanna eat you..... Not a meal, I know that. And I really would love to spend the entire evening explaining to you how much eating you would be a real downer for me, but you're practically killing me here. And if you don't stop clenching and tensing, you're gonna have a hell of a time walking later, sweetheart."
Not a moment later did chapped lips brush against his own for the first time that evening, making Arthur's head spin and whirl more than it already was doing so. He couldn't believe the other's words. He wouldn't. How could he? There was no reason!... And yet, the other wasn't viciously attacking him now, not snarling or yelling or thrusting into him without regard at all. Alfred's lips teased him for a moment, testing and kissing at the corners of his mouth before stealing one full on, quickly entering the sandy blond's mouth, the other too far in shock to put up much of a reaction now to the strong, dominating kiss.
So hot and heavy. Heat. He felt as if he was on fire, as if he has suddenly stepped foot next to a blazing fire. When it finally broke, Arthur could practically feel the warmth radiating off of the two of them, suddenly seeing the desperation in his capture's eyes. He didn't trust him. He didn't trust the wolf. Such behavior was hardly any substantial evidence to help quell his fears, to dismiss the horrid thoughts that were running through his head. False care, that's what it more than likely was. Desperation for cooperation, that was it. That's all Arthur expected. There was no reason to trust and believe that after this was done with that he wouldn't turn and eat Arthur as well.
"I.... still don't... don't believe you, you berk."
There was a short laugh that was more of a pant. "Guess we'll both just have to see then who's right."
A Game of Chase (16/?)
anonymous
December 27 2011, 23:35:53 UTC
The wolf grinned down at him, a sort of encouraging little thing that almost convinced Arthur that he might not be completely horrid, that there was a chance he wasn't lying. Almost. But almost didn't seem to matter. It did matter. Taking his calming nerves as a sign to go on the wolf slid out of Arthur before thrusting back into his now well adjusted body. Arthur's breath caught again in his throat, not entirely ready for this again, but the burn at least had dulled substantially since his last go at it.
It was almost an automatic response, the rabbit's arms came up, wrapping and clutching onto Alfred's broad back, feeling taut musculature work, moving with every thrust. So much power. It was a scary thought. The wolf could and probably would ruin him, hurt him, tear him in half, make him bleed and beak his bone, pound into him with the sole intent of getting off... and yet he didn't. Not quite, at least. Arthur was gasping out, keening loudly, making obscenely wanton sounds as his prostate was assaulted. He needed this. Well not perhaps in this sort of way or position, but him body had been yearning for a mate. It called and begged at times and now being fulfilled to such an extent, it was as if his mind was being wiped. And occasional thought would whirl past him that he should be trying to move, trying to escape, but then the other would nibbled at the junction of his neck, like and kiss and move his hands over and across him entirely.
His whole body seemed to be moved with Alfred's, the heat and pleasure almost divine. His back was scraping against the cool hard ground and yet he couldn't even make his mind even focus on it. He was suddenly lost. He was gone. Frenzied and hot, oh so hot. He was burning, sweating. Everything had finally melted and it was finally just this. This moment. This need. His blood raced in an invigorating matter, almost every fiber of him in complete overdrive, enjoying a very long and overdue need. Complete and utter bliss built up. Another kiss was shared in the heat of it all, sharp teeth against blunt, clashing heavily against each other, all tongue and teeth; craving, aching, wanting more filled with desire that was finally being filled, a hunger being satisfied to its peak.
It felt as if it had come too soon and probably did. Please, no, a little longer. Arthur clenched and tried to hold onto the feeling, the extreme pleasure a little longer, but it wasn't to be. The wolf's, Alfred's, hand slid in between their sweat coated bodies, grabbing Arthur's arousal in rhythm with his movements, if one could call the erratic thrusts the other had quickly delved into a rhythm. It did matter regardless. Arthur's body was soon wracked with waves of pleasure, seizing up and arching, letting out a final, loud, strangled moan as he finished. He was sated, limp and complete as the larger figure above him worked and moved to his own completion, pounding into Arthur with renewed force before spilling his own seed into him, coming with a low moan that sounded almost like a feral growl to Arthur.
A growl the reminded the rabbit of his predicament and imminent doom. But his body lay there; satisfied. He wanted to move, he wanted to run or struggle or something. But it was no use. The other was still, practically collapsing on top of him. Even if he wasn't so fatigued and exhausted, he wouldn't have been able to move from the spot where he lay now.
The wolf nuzzled, sighing in a completely satisfied way against his neck, Arthur tensing, bracing himself for the other's bite that would end him. But it never came. Strong arms wrapped around his form, before he was rolled onto his side, and pulled so close to the wolf's chest. It, he, Alfred had taken to humming quietly now in delight still nuzzling quite, puzzlingly affectionate towards Arthur.
A Game of Chase (17/17) Complete
anonymous
December 27 2011, 23:37:01 UTC
"So, so good." It was quiet and Arthur was still tense until the other yawned, practically encasing him against his body. "And look, you're alive. Looks like somebody was... being a silly paranoid bunny."
"I..... I think my fears were well founded, thank you," It was quiet but Arthur still huffed, not giving the predator more trust than he needed to, but feeling as if he could speak this out. The wolf did miraculously keep his word. "But.. er... I really should be off to see if--"
"Tomorrow," was said accompanied by a 'lovely' yawn afterward, Alfred's arms tightening around him further. "M'tired and wanna sleep and cuddle and you're warm."
"Yes... well... My burrow and the little ones. I have to--- if they're still alive I need to--"
"Tomorrow," The tone was final. "Your ankle's hurt, isn't it? Will take you back tomorrow, make sure you're safe."
Arthur sighed and Alfred's body certainly wasn't budging. He supposed he could have waited until the other fell asleep and perhaps slipped out of his arms without too much trouble, but Arthur was so tired from running and struggling, and other activities that exhaustion was slowly winning his body over and coaxing him back into a relaxed state. A few hours might not be bad. A short sleep and leave. Nothing would surely bother them, not with his makeshift 'lover' being a wolf after all. He could slip away later, if the other wasn't up, and if he was, well, it seemed this wolf held its promises well enough and wouldn't harm him and make sure he got home safely. So he would allow this odd cuddling, this odd gesture of affection and indulge this wolf just once before making sure he'd never seem him again. Yes, that would most certainly do.
Arthur's thoughts were filled with ways of avoiding any run ins with silly predators like this as he quickly drifted into a much needed sleep. And perhaps this was for the best as his ears most certainly didn't pick up the barely there mumbled statement, "Maybe we'll play and do this again some other time."
Re: A Game of Chase (17/17) Complete
anonymous
December 28 2011, 00:24:46 UTC
I don't normally like this sort of thing. I do love power play, but furries have never been my thing and neither has dubcon.
But dear God, this is amazing. It's dripping with sex appeal and if my dad wasn't in the next room I would have been fapping to this like there was no tomorrow.
Re: A Game of Chase (17/17) Complete
anonymous
December 28 2011, 07:53:27 UTC
Oh my. You did a great job for your first fill, anon. I liked the Greater Animal Spirit sort of relationship you gave the animal people to normal animals. Grouchy, stern Arthur holding court over a bunch of furry rabbits, while floppy, lazy Alfred probably gets mobbed regularly by wolf pups (I've had this happen once; you almost die of the puppy slobber while their tired but slightly frightening wolf mother gives you a look that means "*Thank you*"). XD
Lovely descriptions, and wonderful relationship dynamics. I quite liked Alfred's way of speaking and his prejudice about rabbits ("They're all sluts!") was funny.
Re: A Game of Chase (17/17) Complete
anonymous
January 20 2012, 18:45:18 UTC
I never even realized that I like dark!Alfred. Why hello there, new kink! Nice to meet you! :D
In all seriousness though, this fic has been a pleasure to read. I love your writing (the style, characterizations, descriptions, and the fairy tale, nostalgia-like ambiance)...it's just a solid piece of writing overall. If you ever decide to de-anon and write more fanfics, I for one would be looking forward to reading them. <3
Arthur froze as a low growl interrupted his thoughts, trying not to flinch as his eyes darted to look back up and over into the wolf's almost frustrated looking blue one.
"Look, I see that there's obviously been some sort of weird, crazy, misunderstanding," The wolf sigh this out, moving back down to kiss at the junction of Arthur's shoulder and neck, one hand moving and caressing back over Arthur creamy pale skin until it reached down in between them, grasping the rabbit's softening member, pumping it until it came back to life. Arthur arched and moaned out, panting and reacting against his will once more, body feeling as if it were autopilot. "I'll repeat it again... I really don't wanna eat you..... Not a meal, I know that. And I really would love to spend the entire evening explaining to you how much eating you would be a real downer for me, but you're practically killing me here. And if you don't stop clenching and tensing, you're gonna have a hell of a time walking later, sweetheart."
Not a moment later did chapped lips brush against his own for the first time that evening, making Arthur's head spin and whirl more than it already was doing so. He couldn't believe the other's words. He wouldn't. How could he? There was no reason!... And yet, the other wasn't viciously attacking him now, not snarling or yelling or thrusting into him without regard at all. Alfred's lips teased him for a moment, testing and kissing at the corners of his mouth before stealing one full on, quickly entering the sandy blond's mouth, the other too far in shock to put up much of a reaction now to the strong, dominating kiss.
So hot and heavy. Heat. He felt as if he was on fire, as if he has suddenly stepped foot next to a blazing fire. When it finally broke, Arthur could practically feel the warmth radiating off of the two of them, suddenly seeing the desperation in his capture's eyes. He didn't trust him. He didn't trust the wolf. Such behavior was hardly any substantial evidence to help quell his fears, to dismiss the horrid thoughts that were running through his head. False care, that's what it more than likely was. Desperation for cooperation, that was it. That's all Arthur expected. There was no reason to trust and believe that after this was done with that he wouldn't turn and eat Arthur as well.
"I.... still don't... don't believe you, you berk."
There was a short laugh that was more of a pant. "Guess we'll both just have to see then who's right."
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It was almost an automatic response, the rabbit's arms came up, wrapping and clutching onto Alfred's broad back, feeling taut musculature work, moving with every thrust. So much power. It was a scary thought. The wolf could and probably would ruin him, hurt him, tear him in half, make him bleed and beak his bone, pound into him with the sole intent of getting off... and yet he didn't. Not quite, at least. Arthur was gasping out, keening loudly, making obscenely wanton sounds as his prostate was assaulted. He needed this. Well not perhaps in this sort of way or position, but him body had been yearning for a mate. It called and begged at times and now being fulfilled to such an extent, it was as if his mind was being wiped. And occasional thought would whirl past him that he should be trying to move, trying to escape, but then the other would nibbled at the junction of his neck, like and kiss and move his hands over and across him entirely.
His whole body seemed to be moved with Alfred's, the heat and pleasure almost divine. His back was scraping against the cool hard ground and yet he couldn't even make his mind even focus on it. He was suddenly lost. He was gone. Frenzied and hot, oh so hot. He was burning, sweating. Everything had finally melted and it was finally just this. This moment. This need. His blood raced in an invigorating matter, almost every fiber of him in complete overdrive, enjoying a very long and overdue need. Complete and utter bliss built up. Another kiss was shared in the heat of it all, sharp teeth against blunt, clashing heavily against each other, all tongue and teeth; craving, aching, wanting more filled with desire that was finally being filled, a hunger being satisfied to its peak.
It felt as if it had come too soon and probably did. Please, no, a little longer. Arthur clenched and tried to hold onto the feeling, the extreme pleasure a little longer, but it wasn't to be. The wolf's, Alfred's, hand slid in between their sweat coated bodies, grabbing Arthur's arousal in rhythm with his movements, if one could call the erratic thrusts the other had quickly delved into a rhythm. It did matter regardless. Arthur's body was soon wracked with waves of pleasure, seizing up and arching, letting out a final, loud, strangled moan as he finished. He was sated, limp and complete as the larger figure above him worked and moved to his own completion, pounding into Arthur with renewed force before spilling his own seed into him, coming with a low moan that sounded almost like a feral growl to Arthur.
A growl the reminded the rabbit of his predicament and imminent doom. But his body lay there; satisfied. He wanted to move, he wanted to run or struggle or something. But it was no use. The other was still, practically collapsing on top of him. Even if he wasn't so fatigued and exhausted, he wouldn't have been able to move from the spot where he lay now.
The wolf nuzzled, sighing in a completely satisfied way against his neck, Arthur tensing, bracing himself for the other's bite that would end him. But it never came. Strong arms wrapped around his form, before he was rolled onto his side, and pulled so close to the wolf's chest. It, he, Alfred had taken to humming quietly now in delight still nuzzling quite, puzzlingly affectionate towards Arthur.
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"I..... I think my fears were well founded, thank you," It was quiet but Arthur still huffed, not giving the predator more trust than he needed to, but feeling as if he could speak this out. The wolf did miraculously keep his word. "But.. er... I really should be off to see if--"
"Tomorrow," was said accompanied by a 'lovely' yawn afterward, Alfred's arms tightening around him further. "M'tired and wanna sleep and cuddle and you're warm."
"Yes... well... My burrow and the little ones. I have to--- if they're still alive I need to--"
"Tomorrow," The tone was final. "Your ankle's hurt, isn't it? Will take you back tomorrow, make sure you're safe."
Arthur sighed and Alfred's body certainly wasn't budging. He supposed he could have waited until the other fell asleep and perhaps slipped out of his arms without too much trouble, but Arthur was so tired from running and struggling, and other activities that exhaustion was slowly winning his body over and coaxing him back into a relaxed state. A few hours might not be bad. A short sleep and leave. Nothing would surely bother them, not with his makeshift 'lover' being a wolf after all. He could slip away later, if the other wasn't up, and if he was, well, it seemed this wolf held its promises well enough and wouldn't harm him and make sure he got home safely. So he would allow this odd cuddling, this odd gesture of affection and indulge this wolf just once before making sure he'd never seem him again. Yes, that would most certainly do.
Arthur's thoughts were filled with ways of avoiding any run ins with silly predators like this as he quickly drifted into a much needed sleep. And perhaps this was for the best as his ears most certainly didn't pick up the barely there mumbled statement, "Maybe we'll play and do this again some other time."
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But dear God, this is amazing. It's dripping with sex appeal and if my dad wasn't in the next room I would have been fapping to this like there was no tomorrow.
Hope to see you around, Anon!
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Lovely descriptions, and wonderful relationship dynamics. I quite liked Alfred's way of speaking and his prejudice about rabbits ("They're all sluts!") was funny.
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In all seriousness though, this fic has been a pleasure to read. I love your writing (the style, characterizations, descriptions, and the fairy tale, nostalgia-like ambiance)...it's just a solid piece of writing overall. If you ever decide to de-anon and write more fanfics, I for one would be looking forward to reading them. <3
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