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
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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