Etsuko II: War of the Phoenix

[Renegadius]

Clicking his teeth teasingly at the retreating form of the female, Matthew rolled his body up into a fuzzy white ball within the blankets. Growling lightly through a lengthening muzzle, the silver pup sat up within his protective cocoon, black nose poking out of the linens like a cocky grin. ~So have you ever mated?~ Matt asked curiously, the cocking of his furry head shifting the large ball of blankets slightly.

Although he'd had his curiousities before, survival and priority had always taken a step over sexual ferver. Whether he was on missions or stakes, women had always been absent at the right times, or present at inoppurtune moments. As the latter dominated his life, the young lycanthrope had always simply bypassed the odd urges with more work; Tracking down local menaces, or helping farmers with their fields.

 

[Renegadius]

~Psh, yet you go around biting pups,~ Matt snuffed, finding his paws before giving his bottom a slight wiggle within the confines of the blanket womb he'd twisted around his body. Freeing his eyes, the wrinkled white linen draped across the white wolf's forehead like a leaf, two small rises marking the youth's ears.

Noticing the woman's show of flesh, Matthew rolled his eyes. ~Show off...~ He chuckled, cocking his shoulders before lunging at the lounging lady, blankets and bed linens closely in tow as the pup waved his paws in midair. Parting his silver lips into a wide grin, the winter wolf went for Lilith's neck.

 

[Renegadius]

~Are you saying I'm fat?~ Matt purred, slightly stung as he wrestled with both the bed clothes and the lady werewolf. Freeing his cold, moist black nose once more, the pup unleashed the prodding digit upon Lilith's right armpit, content to flop onto his side against the female's supple stomach as his face slid free of entanglement.

~I'll have you know that I'm a well-toned machine!~ He harruffed, burrowing through the lady's shoulder straps to cover her smooth neck in thatched lines of doggy goo with his tongue. Stopping for a moment, tongue hanging in mid-lick, the winter wolf's tufted ears rose to observe the actions of two lovers in the room over. 'Eww... They really are...' Wincing slightly, the youth found himself inexplicably compelled by the guttural symphony arising from the neighbours. ~And they say we're animals...~ Matthew woofed, cocking his head slightly as the male of the two hit an especially high note.

 

[Renegadius]

~Hey, at least I'm not biting the children!~ the pup countered, pursing his lips into a wolvish pout as his tufted silver ears took on a slight droop. Pulling at the linens with his legs, the pout seemed to length as Matthew turned to look in disgust as the entangling bed clothes.

Resting his weight against Lilith's firm abdomen, the winter wolf gave his paws a light shake before tossing his head back, attempting to resist the constricting blankets. ~Ah! Grab it!~ He yelped, paws scampering at the female's body as the mass of blankets began to shift across her torso, canting dangerously to one side.

 

[Renegadius]

~EEK!~ the white pup yelped, hitting the wooden floor with an indignant thump. Roiling around the tangled mess of blankets, Matthew shot out of the wreck in a blur of snowy fur, claws retracting into fingers even as he used his fleshy arms to encircle Lilith's shoulders in an awkward tackle. "I'll give you dog slobber!" He laughed threateningly, silver tail buoyed into a wild flicking as he took on his finely-furred opponant.

 

[Renegadius]

"Gah, and you said I was heavy!" the pup gushed, wrestling to refill his lungs as his armful of Lilith turned into a body slam. Pushing his hands awkwardly up against the older wolf's chest, Matthew groaned as he lifted them both off of the floor with his abs, resting back against the bed with a tired breath, "Are you sure you aren't part whale?" He chuckled, tickling the woman's bared sides, silver tail flicking back and forth with a mind of its own.

 

[Renegadius]

"What was that?" Matthew laughed, moving to his captive's open throat with his teeth, fingers probing for the magical rise of Lilith's ribs, "You're mumbling!" Nipping lightly at the she-wolf's strong jawline with his pointed canine teeth, the white pup's tail flicked out its amusement across the scattered blankets serving as cushions. As any hunter knew, several points across the chest held little bundles of nerves—More so in does than in bucks. As fawns nudged these points, the doe would get a tickle, turning to attend to their young. In essence, it would be as though attaching a buzzer to one's mother, prodding her when one wanted a belly rub or ear scratch. "You want it where?" the wintery-maned youth teased, slipping his nimble fingers under the confines of the gray wolf's black undershirt.