Don't Put Your Hands There [sanctified][m]

[Draconian]

In his heated moment of revenge, he'd forgotten S'ric was a horrific dog-beast. Taeo was unconcerned for a moment about his situation. Ignored the fact he was splayed out like a gutted deer set to dry and carefully spat out loose fur that had gotten stuck in his mouth. His shoulder hurt, his hips hurt, his back hurt.

Taeo frowned at S'ric, not really having fun anymore. He turned his head to lick his not destroyed shoulder in an effort to get the fur out and while he was distracted with that... "S'ric!" Taeo yelped loudly, head thrown back in a sharp gasp, a breathless scream escaping his lips while his fingers dug into what flesh and fur he could grab hold of.

"S-Stop!" He gasped, tears springing to his eyes at the sudden sharp jolt of pain of moving too fast too soon. Taeo's fingers dug in and he concentrated on the pain at his back. The pain centered between his legs. It shifted quickly in a strange warmth. It pooled in his gut and climbed up his throat, setting his face on fire in a heated flush and down to his finger tips.

The strange markings started to glow faintly and his fingers clutched at fur while Taeo gasped and mewled. The warmth snapped to freezing cold in an instant and Taeo gasped and his eyes snapped open, looking worried and panicked. He moved one hand to the tree, reaching up over his head - the non-injured arm - to dig his fingers into the bark. There was a strange hiss as the bark started to freeze, a few pops as the bark snapped.

"S'ric," Taeo moaned, the pain had turned into a strange pleasure and he was rocking along with the harsh movements. It hurt but each sharp jolt of unimaginable pain sparked something different in his gut and he simply clutched at the tree harder, causing it to freeze more. His voice came out in high pitched whines and gasps, noises marked each movement and they were a strange blend of pleasure and pain.

[SanctifiedSavage]

S'ric wouldn't have stopped if Taeo had continued to beg. He liked the gasp, though. The minor resistance, the way his little thief seemed so helpless – and he was – caught between the tree and S'ric. So much smaller than the large wolf that had caught him. He especially liked the sound of his name. The panic, the surprise.

The faint scent of tears mingling with the thicker, headier smell of sex.

When Taeo started to glow, S'ric took note but he was far too interested in fucking Taeo to really stop and consider what that might mean. It hadn't happened before, not that he could recall, but he didn't think it'd mean too much now.

The werewolf did growl, low and eager between hot breaths, when his name was moaned and the attitude of his little thief changed. Gone was the tense resistance and desperate panic. Instead, Taeo was faintly glowing and... he could smell the ice cut through the tree as readily as he could see it. Such a thing might've concerned another, but it was oddly encouraging to S'ric. The clawed hand not gripping Taeo's thigh braced on the tree, over Taeo, cutting into the wood, as he put considerable force into his thrusts. Driving as much of his thick, now slick, cock up into Taeo's body as the small thief could take. Damn near hilting himself each time.

There wasn't a smooth rhythm and the tree groaned in protest every time S'ric's body surged forward, pressing Taeo back into it. Blasting hot breath against Taeo's injured shoulder, where he was tempted to take another bite, but he instead licked at it to taste him again while fucking him. So many ways to sate himself on the thief...

The rutting was rough, the coppery twang of blood mingling with the musk of sex, as S'ric's thrusts slowed until he finally emptied himself, buried, in Taeo. There was a long, low growl as his large frame shuddered, trapping Taeo against the tree – impale as he was – even once S'ric was fully done. He liked lingering there, with his thief caught, and saw no reason to immediately grant him any sort of relief.

[Draconian]

Taeo went far away.

Despite the thrum of pain and pleasure that spread through his torso, his head lolled to the side and his mouth was made dry from his panting. Taeo kept his eyes closed, trying to imagine himself where he was the previous night. How beastial it had been without the man around him and inside him actually being a beast. At least with his eyes closed he could imagine the handsome man from the day previous.

A guttural moan was torn from him and his eyes snapped open. Taeo's fingers curled around fur and his hand tightened into the frozen bark, feeling it snap from being so cold. Frozen. His hand jerked away from the tree, frozen bark in his hand. Quickly it was dropped and his arm curled around S'rics fluffy head. The pain was so keen and the pleasure enveloped it. His pants turned into keens and Taeo tossed his head back and yelled over come by the strange blend of pleasure and pain, quickly turning his head to muffle his cries against S'rics furred neck.

It was relief enough when S'ric was done with his rutting. Taeo's back was sore, no doubt scratched from the bark, his thighs hurt from the strange position and he snuggled in close to the warmth S'rics form offered and panted. He moved his hands from around his beasts neck and curled them in against his chest, pressing the cold limbs to S'rics sides while he tried to find a comfortable position, still impaled as he was. Of course, it was difficult and he simple made do with 'not as uncomfortable as before.'

"I came all over your fur," Taeo panted, licking his lips and closing his eyes. He brought his hand to his chest, aware of the strange feeling and flexed his hands. "You gonna spend all night in me or what?" Taeo breathed impatiently, jerking his hips back and forth in some strange effort to get S'ric to move, keen on getting down and moving so he could stretch and try to hobble a little bit. Check out his hands. Turning something into ice was an interesting development but being fucked against a tree was the more pressing issue at the moment. Taeo would - hopefully - always have his arms.

[SanctifiedSavage]

There was cold, and then there was cold. Taeo was a bit of the latter. A chill that wasn't expected, but was noted. S'ric, made quite lazy, grunted a little when Taeo curled in against his furred chest. Seeking warmth, he assumed. It was only then, in that hazy state of aftermath, that S'ric studied the frozen tree.

It was an idle study. Not expressly concerned with what Taeo had done, but he knew it was... significant? Not something he'd expected, that was for certain. It would be something he'd ask about later on, when he could think proper and formulate a logical string. At that moment, he was barely coherent enough to care that something different had happened at all.

What did a sated wolf care about ice on a tree?

It was Taeo mentioning the cum on his fur that brought S'ric's attention to the little thief. He grunted an acknowledgement but didn't particularly care. Messes could be cleaned up and, at that moment, Taeo could've been stabbing him and S'ric would've just flopped on the ground. Content and lazy. It wasn't like pain bothered him, so a bit of cum wasn't going to either. The question about staying in him though.... S'ric rumbled a growled, rough laugh, jerked his hips against Taeo, then slid away from his little thief.

The action made him snarl, just a little. A mess indeed. At least he was considerate enough that he didn't dump Taeo on the ground. One of his large, clawed hands ensured Taeo would remain upright while he sat back on his haunches, eyes partially closed but watching him. His attention was invariably drawn to Taeo's arms, his markings, then back to the tree.

As lazy as he was now, he was almost annoyed he was going to have to talk to Taeo about what happened. S'ric hated talking.

[Draconian]

With a soft grunt and a wince, Taeo did his best to ease S'ric slipping away. His face and chest were flushed and he was slow to finally, finally, let everything settle in. Taeo moved his cold hands to S'rics forearms and he squeezed them tightly for a moment while the scene caught up with everything else. While his flesh processed the events that had just transpired and his brain slugged along.

He was trembling like a leaf, though unaware of it.

Once the pleasure ebbed away, it left a S'ric sized hole and that hole hurt like a motherfucker from a number of sides. His neck hurt from the bite and Taeo could feel the blood. His ass hurt and he could feel what hopefully wasn't blood. He was a simple man and bleeding from his ass was hardly something he wanted to deal with the next few days. After taking stock of his situation, Taeo decided that yeah, he still wanted to get down to stretch and see how bad his back got ripped up.

A few futile wiggles and he looked down at S'ric. His eyes were hooded, his lips were red and swollen from biting them. "Well," Taeo huffed out, his arms slowly turning back to their chilly but non-freezing-things state, "thanks I guess." He relaxed a little, which he regretted immediately because it pulled just about everything that'd be freshly scraped, bitten and fucked raw.

"That was a wild ride," Taeo couldn't stop his mouth. He needed a distraction and talking helped him not think about the strange feelings that were lingering in his gut. "Do you do that, but slightly gentler, for payment? I'm sure some weird-ass people'd be into that." S'ric could make a killing doin' that. Maybe not the hurty parts, but the actual doin' it parts, sure. A little wiggle and he leaned forward, looking S'ric in his... Weird wolfy eyes. "Can you let me down now, Big Guy? Or are you a cuddler? I'm okay if you're a cuddler, you're nice and warm."

[SanctifiedSavage]

S'ric should've known that the aftermath would be filled with the little thief talking. He was beginning to suspect Taeo hated silence or at least had a personal problem with it. Couldn't let things as they were, couldn't just enjoy the quiet.

The wolf huffed but he wasn't really annoyed. Of all the people S'ric could've had talking to him, at least the sound of Taeo didn't grate on his ears.

It wasn't until he realized what Taeo was saying that his ears pricked forward and a lazy snarl flashed his teeth. Fuck for payment? Why would he do that? He far more preferred the hunting jobs he took now. But then Taeo skipped along to... cuddling? A ghost of the snarl remained as S'ric considered the thief but ultimately released Taeo to do whatever... it was he wanted. He did run one of his large, clawed hands down Taeo's arm, though, and briefly squeeze his forearm. Not hard enough to hurt Taeo, but enough to draw his attention.

Then gesture with a nudge of his snout toward the tree. Maybe he could get Taeo to explain without having to say anything. Wouldn't that be something?

Whether or not Taeo wanted to be close to him for the aforementioned warmth, S'ric didn't care. He had no plans, at the moment, except to vaguely ask about the broken tree.

[Draconian]

Still a little dazed, Taeo licked his lips and let the stinging sensations ring through his body. After S'ric released him, he sort of just melted into the fluffy beast of a man. He felt his eyes close and he sighed deeply, head slightly dropping off to the side. The movement of the large clawed hands got the primal instinct to get away and be safe snap him into alertness and Taeo blinked owlishly when it moved down his arm, gave it a squeeze.

It occurred to him then that S'ric could probably tear him limb from limb, toss his body up into the trees. Maybe even eat him. Of course Taeo knew that before, but being so... exposed and vulnerable in S'rics arms sent a strange thrill up his spine. A prickling curiosity. Not the curiosity to be ripped to shreds, no, but a strange curiosity on just what it would be like to stand toe-to-toe against such a beast.

Taeo was so wrapped up in his head he almost missed the gesture S'ric gave. "Can you not talk like this then?" Taeo pursed his lips, reaching a hand forward to press it against S'ric's throat. Fingers delving into the fur to scratch at him like one would scratch at a dog or a beloved furry pet. Remembering the gesture, Taeo pulled his hand away and looked at it frowning at it. Looking up at the tree.

"I don't know," he shrugged, "they just do that sometimes. I guess I got a little excited. Usually they're just cold," Taeo frowned at his hands before he made sure the wrappings were still on correctly. They were cold now, the backs of his hands were covered in frost caused by making the air cold and the not-condensation.

"I didn't hurt you or anything did I?" Taeo whispered, lifting his hands up and away from S'ric. He was sort of worried about it. Sort of. Then, in true Taeo fashion, he was immediately distracted. "Can you purr?"

[SanctifiedSavage]

When it didn't seem Taeo wanted to pull away, S'ric reflexively held him. Better that then let him crumple to the ground, right? The least he could do, given he'd likely bruised the little thief. At least a little. That and the wolf was pretty pliable when it came to what could be asked of him in that moment.

When asked if he could talk, though, S'ric let out a low rumble and rolled his thick, muscled shoulders in a lazy shrug. "Can," he growled through his muzzle. The sound was thick and hard to decipher. The teeth got in the way. "Don't want to." The scratching made his ears wilt a little and, if he were a prouder monster, he might've objected to being treated like a dog. In that moment, though, S'ric just didn't care.

When he asked if he was hurt though, S'ric just laughed. The idea of it. Of the thief, hurting him? Even if he had, even if the cold had been intensely painful, it would've only been a moment. The wolf healed so fast, given his age, that the pain would've just been... Well, knowing S'ric, he'd have enjoyed that too. Even thinking idly about it had him shifting some with interest while his large, clawed hands slid down Taeo's back and held him just a little closer. He answered absently, "Not cat. Don't purr." His ears laid back and his growled words were a little lower, a little darker. "Wouldn't mind you hurting me."

[Draconian]

The words uttered - growled out? - were more shocking than anything else that happened this evening.  Taeo hurt-throbbed all over but his insides stirred anew at the growl-words. "If it makes you talk more, I will hurt you all over." Taeo confirmed, running his fingers through the fluffy fur and taking a few moments to steal away and, more or less, snuggle deep into S'ric's fur.

Despite the fact that he hurt in so many places from bites and cuts and being roughly banged up against a tree, he was exhausted. "It'd be pretty great if you could purr," Taeo mumbled, snuggling closer and practically curling his legs around S'rics middle to keep himself situated. There was only a few minutes between being quiet and going limp, head rolling to the side. Taeo snuggled in further, holding S'ric like he were a giant teddybear.

A giant scary teddybear.

[SanctifiedSavage]

S'ric let out a scoffing huff when Taeo mentioned he would hurt the werewolf more if it meant he would talk more. Of course. He didn't say anything more, though. Just shifted to accommodate the way he attempted to snuggle into his fur. S'ric didn't mind the closeness and yawned wide, for a moment flashing long, white teeth before he turned so his back was to the battered and splintered tree, resting against it.

There was no time limit for how long he could be a wolf any more than there might be a limit to how long he had to be a man. He'd long ago gained control of his shift: when and where and how long.

Since there wasn't anywhere they had to be, he drifted off for a little. Letting full night descend on the forest. It was an obnoxiously loud owl nearby that woke S'ric. He stretched and yawned once more, standing and depositing Taeo near his hastily removed clothes. He still owed the little their dinner.

Better late than never.

"Stay. Food." S'ric rumbled absently while he turned from the thief. He'd likely dunk himself while out and about since Taeo had made a bit of a mess himself.