Dec 17th

Lar curled around her as Shoryu settled upon his lap, oblivious to the rowdy playing going on around them. He responded to her kiss gently, almost tentative, “Want anything?”

“Hmm...” Shoryu wriggled a little, smirking, “Haven't figured out that list yet.”

“Take all the time you need,” Lar nuzzled, scent-marking as he had the night before.

“It’s not something I’ve needed to think much of. Food and shelter were primary and all... didn't even think of alternate clothes like these before,” she gestured to the khaki pants and black spaghetti strap tank top that had been found for her to wear today.

“Of course clothes aren't a primary - with or without them, doesn't make you any less perfect.”

Shoryu blushed just a little bit, “So you're going to spoil me with things and flattery?”

“It's not flattery if it's sincerely speaking the truth,” he licked at her blush, “Spoil you with the truth, maybe.”

“Hmm...” she murmured, nuzzling back at him, “and what do you get in return?”

“You're my mate, I have everything.”

Shoryu’s blush intensified, “Has to be... more than... just me you want,” she put her head down, shy from so much flattery.

Lar nudged her head back up, resting his forehead against hers. He thought seriously about it for a long moment, “No, nothing else.”

Shoryu kept her eyes down, trying to recover from being so flattered, “Well... then I'd feel bad wanting for anything else…”

“Like a litter?”

She fidgeted, glancing to either side, not willing to look at him. Of course she’d been thinking about a litter even before he’d asked to be her mate, but admitting that took a great deal of effort. Eventually she nodded, just a small motion.

“Even if I tell you that there's no reason to feel bad for wanting anything, let alone that?”

“But... shouldn't ask for anything without giving in return... is not right.”

“A litter would be for both of us to care for, wouldn't it? Not you alone.”

Shoryu managed to get up enough courage to nuzzle timidly, “Only if you wanted... not if would annoy... or would be too fast for you.”

Lar nuzzled back against her cheek, licking, “You worry too much.”

“Heh... I worry way too much, yes... I want and demand and plot... and then realise are other people should be thinking about too,” she flattened her ears down, feeling terribly guilty.

“Your happiness is the most important thing. If it makes you happy then I'm happy,” Lar spoke plainly, honestly.

Shoryu smiled, unable to stop herself, “You're going to be very bad for me, you know that? Very very bad and I don't care,” she hugged him tightly, swinging her tail.

Lar settled his arms around her, continuing to nuzzle affectionately, “It's only what you deserve.”

She relaxed completely against him, struggling with the words he was trying to say, “I want... to never worry about being hurt for being a freak again... I think you can manage that.”

The white wolf growled, shifting so he pinned Shoryu between himself and the back of the couch, protective at the mere mention.

Shoryu giggled, more than happy to be horded there, “I thought so. And I want your family to like me, got a few of them seduced so far.”

“It wouldn't be possible for anyone not to like you, let alone my pack.”

“Hmm... what else?” she asked herself, idly rubbing at his incomplete ear as she thought it over. Lar growled contently, nuzzling against her jaw, neck, and shoulder. “Litter would be… wonderful… when you're ready... if you're ready, of course... if you want just time together… I'll stop rambling now.”

“When it happens that we conceive, I'll be ready.”

Shoryu smoothed back his hair, giggling with delight, “Hmm... we,” she thrilled at just that small word, absolutely beaming she was so happy.

“Hn... so pretty,” Lar growled, kissing her softly.

She gently and lovingly returned the kiss, “Keep saying that I might start to believe it.” She took her time, laying a few more little kisses along his jaw.

“Well when you believe that truth, I'll move onto the other adjectives,” he nudged up under her chin and licked there.

“Like ... fickle? dualistic? Ah... mmm…” she shifted her body, the attentions sending little thrills through her now.

“Sexy, alluring, intelligent, beautiful, gorgeous, breath-taking... perfect... mine. Several others.” Lar nipped lightly where his licking had gained the most attention.

Shoryu shivered strongly, curling her leg around his to pull him closer, “What was that... last one again?” she asked, even though she had heard him clearly. She just adored hearing it.

Lar growled, “Mine,” he declared firmly, without room for argument.

Shoryu veritably melted against him, shivering all over again. Lust caused a growl to rise from her chest, nosing and nudging at him, biting at his jaw, “Yours.”

His growls increased, mouth coming down over hers, kissing her deeper than before. Shoryu responded eagerly, sliding her tongue over his lips, darting over his teeth. The motion across his huge incisor afforded her a little cut, tainting his mouth with the taste of blood. Lar curled his tongue against hers, sucking lightly at that flavour, caressing at the wound.

Shoryu smiled and took a long moment to mate their tongues together before she absolutely had to pull back to breathe, blushing much worse than before. He canted his cheeks against each one of her flushed ones in turn, scent-marking her.

She giggled softly, unable to stop herself, “Love that.” She slipped her hand down his back, rubbing at the base of his tail, testing to see if it was as sensitive as she hoped. Lar’s resounding growl was a nice mix of contentment and lust, just the reaction she’d been hoping for.

Shoryu licked at his lips, hoping to entice him more, “Someone likes that?” She rubbed out along the tail then back against the skin more firmly.

Lar spoke forcefully through growls, “Much as I'd hate to admit it in front of the discreetly gawping rabble.”

She took her hand away, turning her head to regard the rabble where they had stopped playing and were now watching them. She growled, irritated, “Rabble should go play elsewhere.”

“Maybe is you who should play elsewhere,” Risor grinned.

“I was here first,” Shoren grinned similarly, “Y'know, given he'll stop burying you into the couch, could go elsewhere.”

“It was an interesting display of female powers, I was sure Lar was a privacy person,” Jenner gave a little giggled.

“Yah yah, was sure wouldn't be worked up anywhere with actual breathing people around,” Risor’s grin managed to find itself a little more room on his face.

Lar snorted and nudged at Shoryu, “Shall we leave the rabble?”

“I came up with a few dozen ideas for your list!” Shoren exclaimed.

Shoryu rolled her eyes, gradually untangling herself from around Lar, “Yes please.”

“You can't run away we'll find you later- eee!” Jenner barely avoided being cuffed by Lar, scampering out of the way.

Lar slipped his hand to the small of Shoryu’s back, leading her away. Shoryu for her part snuggling more against his side, giggling softly, “And I’d almost forgotten they existed.”

He put his arm around her, “You were luckier than me then.”

“I'm sorry, was I making you uncomfortable?”

“You weren't, no. So you don't have to apologise.”

“Hmm good, because I liked this reaction,” Shoryu grinned, sneaking her hand down his back and rubbing at Lar’s tailbase again.

Lar growled the same growl as before, pulling her tighter against him, “I think you're trying to put me in an early heat.”

Shoryu blinked innocently, “Now why would I want to do that? Just because are big sexy hunk of male-flesh?”

“Because you're a tricksy female who's been doing it since I first laid eyes on you?”

She smiled, still playing innocent, “Have I? I didn't realise,” she brought her hand to her mouth, nibbling on a fingertip to think about that, putting on that show for a reason.

“Nhn, had Risor joking at me about the lust scent the next day. I suppose where you were sitting it wasn't noticeable.”

“I tried to keep a distance from you so I could keep my hands off you.”

“I know the feeling. But now you have me, so I suppose at some point you'll want to put me through my paces.”

“Hmm, and not the other way around?” she giggled, nudging him with her hip.

“I already know you're beyond perfect.”

“And I already think you're more than adequate,” Shoryu flicked her tail in mild irritation at something nagging at the back of her mind, “How many dozen ideas can someone want?”

“Considering the source, they were probably all sexual.”

“Probably right, he's such a pervert... I just... want to be with you, learn about all of you, feel everything about you.”

“I just want to make you happy, make up for the pain you didn't deserve, learn how to please you,” Lar grunted as he nudged her around a corner.

Shoryu recovered from her mild fear of that corner, that unknown turn, taking a deep breath, “Things haven't been so bad for me, but now... I'm unbelievably happy.”

“With your brother looking out for you, I suppose not.”

She giggled and scampered a little ahead of him, relaxed now that she could see all the way down the hall. She spun about with a little hop, smiling at him, “Was that praise for my brother? Almost? Maybe?”

“It was praise or acknowledgement that he's as fine a brother as some others I've come across.”

Shoryu smiled even more, lifting her arms up to him as if she were a child asking to be picked up, “He is, has saved my life a few times. In his stead, thank you.”

The large male scooped her up easily, “I'm sure of it, if I ever catch him in a semi-serious mood I might thank him for it.”

She giggled, “A semi-serious mood? You're asking too much.” Shoryu slipped her arms around his broad shoulders, playing in his hair, rubbing at that incomplete ear again.

“Well I might be in my nine-hundreds before it happens,” Lar’s words moved along an undercurrent of content growling.

“Hmm, have to find out what else makes that noise, I like that.”

“You'll find everything, you're the only one to bring it out.”

Shoryu wriggled, excited, swinging her tail, “Ooh I like being special.” She ducked her head, licking along his neck until she found his pulse, sucking at it rather strongly.

“Nn... and putting me into heat, you like that too.”

Shoryu bit gently, murmuring an affirming sound against his flesh.

Lar growled in response, “Then hopefully you'd be prepared to deal with the consequences and not be too disappointed by them.”

She licked at the little marks she’d made upon his skin, “Hmm, disappointed? I doubt I would be, shouldn't worry.” She nuzzled up against his cheek.

The white wolf nuzzled and set his forehead against hers, moving down the hall without needing to look where he was going, “You realise I'm full-male and therefore have to kill myself if I'm bad sexually?”

Shoryu sighed dramatically, “And then I'd have to fling myself into harm's way to stop you and I'd die tragically and then you'd have to really kill yourself. I don't like this story, how about this one? You, my wonderful, amazing mate learn about me, and I learn about you, and we teach each other all our little quirks, until we are even more perfect than we are now.”

“Much better,” Lar swung his tail, closing the door behind them. He prowled over to the camp-bed and laid her upon it, crouching over her as he had the night before.

She took his face gently in her hands, caressing back into his hair with her fingertips, “I'll try to be a good teacher... I know I'm a little... odd.”

“Odd for liking me maybe,” Lar nipped under her chin, getting her to tilt her head back. He licked down her neck, then down and around, finally seeking out her pulse. “Couldn't be odd for anything else...”

“Hmmm... right... you try having male and female desires at the same time,” she thought about that a moment, “No wait, don't, stay just like you are.” Shoryu let her hands wander, moving over his collarbone and out over his shoulders, then down over his strong forearms, examining every muscle.

“I'd tell you to stay as you are, but you get more beautiful by the second,” he drug his tongue over that spot he’d centered on, then bit gently.

Shoryu gasped, thrills playing up her spine. She hooked a leg around him again, at the very least holding him there, trying to pull him in closer. He slowly increased the pressure of the bite, as if testing how much she preferred. His hands slid down her sides, under the tank top, thumbing over her ribs.

She tensed up just before his teeth would have broken the skin, and just that small reaction caused him to back off, holding the bite right there. Her own hands slid back up his arms as she raised her chest into his.

The black fabric was pushed up over her breasts. Lar’s hands were large, able to cup the mounds of flesh, but there they paused. Shoryu smiled softly to herself, loving that naivety. She moved her hands over his, nudging his thumbs to move, sliding them over her nipples.

Lar moved past his reservations and continued the motion even as her hands fell away. Shoryu closed her eyes and surrendered to the feelings for a moment, murmuring pleased noises to encourage him.

A colder rush of air came between them as the male lifted up, regarding what his hands were doing. Then he bowed his head and licked where his hands were neglecting, circling around each breast in turn. He centered in and then spent time working at the nipples, each one in turn, testing different techniques and pressures until she was dizzy.

“Hmm, that’s very… very good,” she praised, soothing any worries he might have had, feeding his ego.

The white wolf settled back on his haunches, running his hands up and down her sides, eyes darting around as if looking for something, some clue about what to do next. Shoryu answered the unspoken question, running her hands down his rippled abdomen and then over the denim-confined bulge of his arousal.

Lar growled, large body tremoring, moving into the touches. She sat herself up, wincing slightly at the pressure that put on her own excitement, but ignoring it. She wanted to learn how to please her mate, and she would not be deterred, not even for her own lusts.

Shoryu flicked her tongue over his sculpted abs, lathing every chiseled curve as her hands freed him from his jeans. Just the scent of him nearly drove her wild, only by sheer willpower did she not push him back onto the bed and straddle him with every intent to ride him hard. Save that particularly juicy fantasy for another day.

She wrapped her hand strongly around him, pumping it with a smooth and long stroke. He arched into it, his hands kneading at her shoulders, caressing into her hair, but overall he was far too lost to the pleasure to do much of anything but enjoy it.

Shoryu was happy to keep him that way, encouraging the small thrusts he made, rocking her hips into the same time, the friction of her khakis providing just enough sensation for her not to go mad with frustration.

Having found her rhythm and what seemed to elicit the best noises from the male, she worked in a way to spare her hand. That hand snuck its way around him, to her own favourite location at the base of his tail. She gripped there and rubbed into the same pace as her stroke upon his length, and the thrusts of her hips.

Lar growled loudly, tail thrashing, gripping harder at her shoulders. He was trying hard to keep control. The tormented male even found a thought coherent enough to try and return some of that pleasure, cupping her breast in one of his hands, squeezing gently, fingers playing over the nipple.

Shoryu moaned, nuzzling up against his stomach, gazing up at him. The moment their eyes locked, it seemed, she found herself pinned back onto the bed. He arched his heat against her stomach until she recovered and adjusted her grip to continue the attention, gripping harder at his tail.

The white wolf growled even louder than before, speeding his thrusts, nuzzling and licking randomly over her chest, far beyond coherent thought. Her moans mingled with his growling, his weight bearing down upon her length, perfect to rub up against, matching his faster pace.

“Ahh… my neck… Lar…” Shoryu begged.

Lar obeyed her, stretching up as he thrust even harder and faster. She arched her chest up against his, crying out loudly as he bit down, just short of breaking the skin, sucking hard. Her body shuddered hard as her cries peaked, grips on Lar tightening. The male threw his head back and howled, joining her in release, spurting hot fluid over her stomach and chest.

The white wolf panted and growled softly, settling down atop her, careful not to put his full weight upon her even if he had to be orgasm-lethargic. Shoryu let her hands wander shakily over his shoulders as she enjoyed the lingering glow, and then his affectionate licking.

“My mate,” he growled, cradling her tightly against his chest, canting his cheek against hers to be sure she was thoroughly marked.

Shoryu smiled tiredly, nuzzling against his heartbeat, “Mhmm, yours… love you…”

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