Making Werewolf babies with bondage (Also cuddling)

[22:34]*Matt Gunnarr walks into the room where he had previously left her, tied up on the bed, 10 minutes ago. He flips on the lights, revealing himself to her as he walked in. His powerful form was only covered by the pair of jeans he wore, showing off his physical superiority to her by simply being. He walked up to the bed and grabbed her by the neck, hard enough to cut some air off as he lifted her from it. "Why the hell aren't you undressed yet, you slut?" he asks, practically spitting the words out in her face.
[22:40]*Arika gasps, first from watching him come into the room. The way he looks makes her bite her lip, the sheer sensuality of him, that animalistic need. He's on her in a flash, though, and she feels his hand squeezing her and for a moment she forgets it's a scene and she wants nothing more than to do what he tells her, to follow the Judge's orders. She wants to rip her clothes off and throw herself onto him. If ten minutes ago he hadn't kissed her forehead and teased her while putting the nylon rope from around her wrist to the bedposts, she probably would. She struggles at her bindings, wearing nothing but a nightgown and panties, looking up at him with fear in her eyes. "I-I want to, I can't," she says, with a little bit of a Texan accent.
[23:07] Matt Gunnarr sees the clothing, soft. And weak. He drops the girl back to the bed, giving her the precious blood flow to her head back as she falls to the bed. His hand moves to her neck again, but then is quickly to the collar of the nightgown, taking firm grip of the material. With a cruel smile he looks down at her, just before he rips it clean apart and from under her. The material didn't stand a chance against his strong arm as his finger dragged across the center of her, and ending at her panties as he pulled the ruined thing out from under her. The cotton stood even less, his hand simply gripping and pulling at them, and against her, till they tore off and away. Then, his hand moves, fast, to her throat, pressing down and cutting off air from the girl. "You little bitch, those things cost money, and you just made me wreck them. Good job, good job. Maybe I should whore you out for all the clothes you wreck."
[23:11] Arika whimpers there on the bed, naked and exposed. She lets out another little gasp, and quivers beneath his hand. "I-I'll make it up to you," she promises, tilting her head back to speak, her voice still coming out quietly. "A-anything," she says in her trembling voice, the innuendo heavy as can be, and subtle as a brick. She even adds in a little moan, and the bindings at her legs stretch taught as she vainly tries to rub her thighs together.
[23:17] Matt Gunnarr pulls his hand back from her, whipping it off on his jeans like he had just sneezed into it before the hand moves forward on his pants to the button. "Yeah, anything, right. There's only a few things your good for though, a dumb little slut like you." His hands deal with the pants by dropping them to the floor, not even worrying about the subtly of dropping underwear after them. He is naked besides the bed, but not erect. At least not fully. He raises his halfmast member up besides her, pulling her face to it. "I think you know what to do."
[23:17] Matt Gunnarr also gets up on the bed so that can actually be done...

[23:22] Arika nods, and moves to take him in her mouth, the scent of a man--of a wolf--overpowering and strong. It makes her body ache, and want more. She swallows him as much as her position will allow, and keeps leaning up to try and get more of him in her mouth before moving back and licking at him, slipping her tongue in his foreskin while her player tries not to make a Nazi joke, even kissing it as she worships this thing of her master's. While she does her best to make love to it with only her mouth, she slides it back in, feeling the hand tangled in her hair, feeling the body nearly atop her. It makes her feel small and insecure and that turns her on.
[23:23] Matt Gunnarr: (... oh god, make the joke, now)
[23:23] Matt Gunnarr: (Oh)
[23:23] Matt Gunnarr: (you were about to call him aryan?)
[23:23] Arika: ((No, he's uncut. Jews are cut. Get are Nazis.))
[23:24] Matt Gunnarr: (Thats lies and slander. There were Get on both sides of that war!)
[23:26] Matt Gunnarr: (Pure and Unpure breed too! So there were just as many Fianna and Silent Striders in that war!)
[23:26] Arika: ((Just keep telling yourself that))
[23:26] Matt Gunnarr: (... and black spiral dancers)
[23:33] Matt Gunnarr 's member grows fast under the stimulation, quickly reaching its full size as his hand takes a grip at her hair while she works. He lets her go to town, watching her with a less harsh face as he enjoys the sensations of her actions, but after a bit he remembers what they were doing. His hand squeezes tight, pulling against her hair to keep her in one places for what was next. Slowly, he slid into her mouth, pushing back as far as he could and holding it there for a moment before pulling back and thrusting, and fucking her mouth like it was the hole between her legs. Her only break was a few seconds to breath where he would leave it at the entrance of her mouth, giving her a second before continuing the thrusts. She can feel him turning hard as he can inside her mouth, till suddenly he pulls out from her. His face is neither harsh, nor happy. "You know whats next? Beg for it."
[23:38] Arika lays there breathing hard, drooling a little from her mouth, a line of spit connecting from her lips to the thick, masculine appendage. Her chest rises and falls beneath the Get's legs, and she looks up his heavily muscled body, the framework of power that made his enemies tremble before him now making her tremble beneath him. "Fu-fuck me..." she says quietly. "Please, sir, I need you. I need this thing inside of me." And in a sotto voice she adds, with a cocky grin, "and be as rough as you can. I trust you."
[23:44] Matt Gunnarr repositions himself on the bed between her legs, positioning himself at her entrance as he leaned in to kiss her lips. His face pressed deeply to her's lips parting slightly before pulling back and whispering "I know...". But, in a flash, his words are louder again, playfulcruel smile spread across his face. "Rough as I can? Is that a challenge?" He seems to take it as one, putting his hands to her upper arms (A woman's one weakness!) as he shifts his knee to overlap her thigh, pressing into her with each extremity as he pushes his swollen, hard member into her with reckless abandon, bottoming out in the first push.
[23:49] Arika lets out a pained whimper as he presses into each of her limbs, squealing helplessly as his weight presses down on her thighs. That's nothing, though, when he fucks her so hard that he knocks into her cervix, sending her into a quivering mess beneath him. Her mouth hangs open and she lets out a sighing whimper, feeling her man inside of her all the way, painfully so. She twists her wrists and takes hold of the cords, tugging at them for release enough to make the bed groan and her arms to stretch, her knees trying to press in against each other but only able to move a foot or so. "Oh Gaia!" she cries out, chest and stomach rising as she pants. And he hasn't even done anything!
[00:00] Matt Gunnarr pulls out slowly, creeping against her walls as he enjoys the sensation of her clinging to his shaft as he pulls away. Then, without warning, not even coming near to pulling out, he slams back in, giving a few disorderly pumps of her before steadying into a rhythm. His knee presses down while his hands lighten on her, and one simply raises off. "Where do you want the first one?" he says, hand poised to strike down at her on a half moment's notice.

[00:03] Arika squirms, her stomach pulling in, each little gasp causing her body to move, the skin of her stomach to rise or fall, her chest heaving with heavy, terrified breaths. She swallows, pulse pounding with excitement. "Th-the ribs," she says, a little pulse of electricity, of fear, of arousal flourishing through her at the thought of it. "H-hit me there..." she half begs, her eyes on that big fist that could take out a wall or kill a man if he wanted.

[00:10] Matt Gunnarr: "Too bad" he says, bringing the hit down. It strikes, hitting her on the thigh as it loops down in its arch, and thrusting in and stopping as it comes down. He knows his strength perfectly, though, hitting just hard enough to sting, linger, and bruise, not harm. His hand stays on the spot with the hit, then moves upwards on her leg, getting under her rear and giving a hard squeeze, beginning to thrust again before pulling away, and raising slowly. "Next one is your ribs. Since I'm nice."
[00:12] Arika cries out and grits her teeth, trying to hide a pained grin. "You ass," she laughs through her teeth, moving just enough to let his hand under her, and jumping at the squeeze. She feels his hard cock push deeper when she does, and takes another deep breath to prepare her, nodding her head as the signal. She closes her eyes this time, ready for the blow.
[00:19] Matt Gunnarr can't help but chuckle, his display of meanness completely gone. But, with the closing of her eyes, he decides to be a bit cruel. He would time his thrusts, getting harder, then harder, then pushing hard and stopping bottomed out. But no hit. And just when she would realize that, the palm would strike down at her side, hitting the rips with a hand that sticks to the blow. All the while, grins a playfulcruel grin before starting to thrust again. She can feel his member tensing and twitching inside her, getting close, but he's holding out.
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[00:24] Arika lifts one eyebrow only to be met with a hard swat to the chest that makes her jerk at the rope and stretch it hard. She flails her arms, and leans her head back, elbows hitting the pillows with a dull whump. She moves her hips as well, pulling them this way and that, held in place by a cock in her belly as much as the ropes. "Goooood, harder!" she cries, tears already in her eyes, "Hit me!" she practically whines, wagging her arms impatiently, "don't make me beg!" although she already is.
[00:32] Matt Gunnarr: "Nah," he says, voice playful, "Don't think I will." And then almost instantly she can feel the hand moving with that extreme speed of his, crashing down on her stomach directly with a slap much the same as the last two strikes. He still manages to keep his thrusting through this one, and after the hit he slides it upwards, grabbing her breast in hand and firmly groping it. He leans in, kissing her and playing with the mound in hand before pulling back slightly "I'm getting close."
[00:37] Arika writhes in agony, and tries to push herself down on his cock, wanting it to fill her up. She keeps letting out a little squeal of need, but she just can't move enough. She tugs at the ropes around her wrist, and tries to jump down onto it and spear herself, to no avail. "I'm not!" she pleads, needy and wanton, panting hard and already covered in a thin sheen of sweat that dampens the sheets. "Please, Matt! I need it harder, I need more~! Fuck me hard. Hurt me. Put a cub in me~!"

[00:48] Matt Gunnarr hears that and is driven into action. His thrusts slow, but each one hits hard, bottoming out with each pump. When his hand raises his hand again its a fist, not a palm. Down it goes, striking against her side with much more force this time. Its going to leave a nasty bruise, but thats what she wanted, its what he'll give. And then, it raps around and hits the other side with just as much, all while his knee pushes into her thigh with most of his weight.

[00:54] Arika gives out a choking sob, her voice coming out high and strangled at the end. She curls up, her shoulders nearly popping as she lifts her torso, turning on one side and then the other, pivoting on her leg as it nearly breaks under the weight. She falls back to the bed, panting and crying, her hair tangled up and getting in her face. Her chest and stomach undulate with each deep, struggling breath, rising and falling as she gasps. "U-untie me..." she says, body writhing left and right, tugging at the posts unevenly. "Cut me down. I want it from behind. F-fuck me doggy style," she begs, giving out a little laugh afterwards, biting her lip.
[01:02] Matt Gunnarr bites his lip and growls low as he pulls out. His hand moves to over her heart and pressing down. His other hand, he stares at intently, willing it only to change. The hand begins to shift, slowly growing and reforming into the clawed form of the Crinos's. 4 wicked claws and a thumb now rest on that hand, which he reaches over to cut the ropes with, slicing the material asunder with perfect ease. "Hands, knees, now," he orders, raising his hand up from her to allow it.
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[01:05] Arika quickly scrabbles onto her hands and knees, but first she leans up to kiss Matt on the chest, and then on the cock. She turns around and puts her face down and her ass up, looking over her shoulder at him. She lifts her hands and spreads her ass, opening herself up for him. "You know they say this position is better for conception," she teases.
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[01:16] Matt Gunnarr: "Shut up, painslut," he grumbles playfully. He lines himself up behind her. The clawed hand rests on her back, fur probably feeling nice against her skin, but those drumming, razor sharp claws maybe a different sensation. His other hand moves to her hair, getting a grip on the nice, long locks. He pulls back, then slams into her, almost immediately starting a tempo of pounding her from behind.
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[01:22] Arika wiggles in excitement at the feeling of claws on her back, and giggles at the name. But her red hair is jerked back and she lets out a yelp that moves into a long drawn out moan as he fills her up again. She rocks back, rolling her hips every time he meets her. It pushes her forward, and she grabs onto the headboard, arms pressed up against it to give herself leverage. "Gaia, yes!" she cries out, giving out the traditional blasphemies in bed, albeit for something other than the traditional monotheist deity. "I swear I can feel every inch!" she half-whimpers, her knees moving up the bed before those strong hips cause them to give out. "u-use those claws, Sc-scratch me up! Mark me! Make me yours, babe!"
[01:32] Matt Gunnarr taps a few times on her shoulder with that hand, the terrible claw meant for war, not the bedroom, but he could think of something... "M..." he says, starting at her left shoulder, slowing his thrusts to not only keep her back steady, but his own endurance not too stressed. He did have limits, after all. As he pounds, she can feel the claw drag across flesh, the supernatural burn of the insanely sharp claw sinking into her flesh and blood welling up to meet the cut. "A..." he coninues, moving over and cutting the next letter out of a few square inches of flesh. "T..." this one is easier, only two lines and no turning the claw. "T..." finally, he finishes, but the stinging doesn't. It lingers. It shows no sign of stopping. "Want Gunnarr there too?"

[01:36] Arika lets out a sharp cry and whimpers, her shoulders burning in agony. She does her best to stay still throughout it, but can't stop from letting out a painful sob. She goes weak in the knees, and by the time he's finished the last letter, she's a quivering heap of putty on the bed fingering herself, unable to keep her hips up after her knees went out and couldn't hold her weight. She lies face down in the pillow and lets out a little whimper-moan that's barely coherent, her blood dripping down onto the sheets. She lifts her head a little to say a very strained, "I-I love you..." before dropping her head back down.
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[01:52] Matt Gunnarr: "I love you too," he says as she feels his hand contorting back to human. She can feel him begin to thrust harder again, but the rest of him is much kinder. His hands wrap around her as he thrusts, pressing in deep with each pump. Those blood stained hands rub gently across her limp body, pounding away till she can feel him begin to tense more and more, till finally she feels the release inside her. He doesn't pull out, holing it there till she can start to feel his member shrink. Then, finally, he pulls out. Carefully, he takes her weakened form and lays her out flat on her stomach. She can then feel his hands on her back, and a cooling sensation as the sting finally dies down, and the blood seems to be swept away from her back. After that, he lays down next to her, facing her. "Anything else I can do for you?"
[01:56] Arika holds Matt's hand as it holds her, letting out a little happy whimper as he cums inside of her. She lifts her hips a little, wanting it all inside, feeling it pour and drip and drain into her womb like a good little Kinfolk girl. "Just hold me, sugar," she murmurs, closing her eyes and kissing his chest, curling up on the big thing like it was a bed. "Might want an ice pack for my hooha," she teases.
[02:00] Matt Gunnarr sighs and gets her a pillow to help prop her up, since she was intent on it. Thats alright, because he either sleeps in a bed with way too many pillows, or way too many blankets and no pillows at all. He wraps an arm around the back, which is only a little tender, and cuddles up to his girl, just like she wanted. Eventually, he'd pull the sheets over them both, cuddling her close to his warm body.
[02:03] Arika: [/sub]>Implying you weren't intent on it
>Not doing your duty to knock people up for Gaia[/sub]
[02:03] Arika flips a table
[02:03] Matt Gunnarr flips a kinfolk
[02:04] Arika is so small she fits completely in Matt's arms. After a long, quiet moment of cuddling she speaks up. "Carry me to the bathroom?" she asks, running her hands through his chest hair. "I need a shower after all that. I don't think I can walk. I'm going to be sore in the morning, but it was worth it."
[02:08] Matt Gunnarr: "Here, one moment," he says, pulling his arms from around her. He RUNS off to the bathroom, and she can hear the tub start to fill. And then he is back in the room, picking her up in this strong arms of his and carrying her off to the bathroom. Carefully, he sets her down on the biggest, fluffiest towel he found, laying her back while he tends to the bath, getting soaps and shampoos and such for it. After a bit, he raises her arm up and splashes a bit of water at it. "Too hot?"
[02:11] Arika smiles, and shakes her head. "My big strong hero," she teases. "It's just right." She leans forward, her legs quivering, and puts a hand on Matt's arm, giving him a kiss.
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[02:13] Matt Gunnarr nods, and carefully lifts her, setting her in the tub. "You wanna soak a bit, or get cleaned up?"
[02:13] Arika: "Can it be both?" she asks, arms around his neck.
[02:20] Matt Gunnarr: "Yeah, just wanted you to.... fuck it," he says, taking her arm. He dips the soap in the water before running it across her arm in steady motions, covering it in the film of cleaning material. He then sets the bar down, massaging her arm and turning the film to lather.
[02:21] Arika hums happily, leaning against Matt as he washes her, lower half of her long red hair flowing in the tub. "I'll be a good mom, don't you think?" she idly muses.
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[02:51] Arika falls asleep on Matt's shoulder while he washes her sore body.
[02:52] Matt Gunnarr is already basically asleep himself, cuddles lots in warm bed after tub.