All You Desire [Akeli Lake Claim]

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!!! mature themes included !!!
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CRACK!

The thunder-like sound of shattered ice violently broke the silent air. The surrounding mountains caught the sound, and threw it in every direction. It echoed for miles. A ragged gap in the ice now exposed the crystal water of the Akeli Lake. Above it stood a brutish male, his thick muscles still tense with the effort of breaking the ice, but their extreme definition was hidden beneath a pelt still thick from winter. His large front paws ached with the effort of continuously rising up on his hind legs and slamming into the ice until it eventually gave, but as they throbbed he could only grin. For him there was no pleasure without pain. The breaking of the ice was symbolism; to him the land had already yielded. As far as he was concerned, Akeli Lake and the surrounding mountains where his.

His thick neck lowered for a drink but his cold amber eyes remained glued to the land around him; he would not be caught off-guard by anything. The exposed water began to redden as he drank. Blood that smeared his maw and chops ran off in thick strains. Seeing this, the male took a deep breath before submerging his face up to his ears in order to clean the rest of it off. He came up with an airy gasp, not from lack of air, but from the freezing temperature that the water was. A quick shake shook most of the water from his face. The rest of it that quickly froze in the cold air as small drops of ice did not bother him.

Having drank his fill he followed his trail of bloody prints that led out to a ways beyond the shore of the lake back. There was little blood on his paws now, most of it washed away when he broke through the ice. Back at the edge of the lake were the remains of a grizzly bear. Weak and emaciated from the unusually harsh winter it had thought to make a meal of the lone male. It had severely miscalculated and paid with its life.

The bear’s stomach was ripped open up to the chest cavity. Intestines spilled from the opening in a tangled mess. Those and the stomach and lungs were most of what was left of the creature. The first thing the massive wolf had devoured of the meal was the heart; even though he had to practically crawl into the chest cavity to retrieve it, not wanting to bother with having to break the ribs. The second item was the liver, and the rest was the thin muscles in the bear’s abdomen. Even though thin and frail from hibernation, it still made a hearty meal for one wolf. He would see to the brain after a bit, when his body had time to digest what he had already consumed.

The large male turned his nose to the sky, and let loose a haunting cry into the air. His howl, like the crack of the ice, echoed throughout the valley of the lake and off of every mountain side. With his song he revealed his location to anyone around (if they had not already smelled the kill), and he also demanded they come to him. Because now, the Akeli Lake was his.

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Hera
she wants him
she needs him
he will be her's

The powerful cry sent shivers down her spine. It dripped with strength. Slim black paws daintily stepped from the thick cover of the forest. Hera's black form emerged, like an shadow extending from the beneath the shade of the trees. Vibrant eyes searched about, trying to find the owner of powerful voice. She could see nothing across the expanse of the frozen lake. But she could smell blood. Her curiosity had already been aroused by the compelling demand that sang through the air, but now it peeked.

"Now he's just trying to seduce me.", she playfully bantered with herself, an amorous grin spread upon her lips.

Hera followed the scent of blood in the air. Thin black legs carrying her swiftly along the length the Akeli shore. Crossing the lake would probably be quicker, but she felt safer with the shelter of the trees to her side. Besides, she wanted to see him before he saw her. His voice...such a delicious sound to it. As it's hallow tone rang through the air it filled her with such a feeling of pure might that she couldn't help but swoon a bit. She hoped she hadn't been mistaken. Hera was thoroughly intrigued, in a many number of ways.

Her heart skipped with excitement when she caught a glimpse of him, causing her to slow her pace from her swift trot to cautious strides. He was a mountain of a man, and standing at his kill only made him seem bigger. Hera licked her lips with delight. The way he simply held himself told her most of what she cared to know about him. She wondered with all his strength and authority, how long would it take her to have him catering to her every whim?

Hera found herself stopping a ways down the rocky shore from him. She simply wanted to take him all in for what he was with her glowing eyes and to watch him find her. A slight breath of wind caught her back, ruffling her flowing black locks as it carried her scent over to him.

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The thick mane of fur at his neck bristled as the scent of another invaded his senses. Cold eyes scanned the surrounding mountainside and then down the shore of the lake. She stuck out like a summer hare in winter. His chops came up in a sneering snarl as he took two powerful strides in her direction. For a moment he simply watched her watching him. His dark eyes analyzed every inch of her, hesitating longer on her fiery eyes than anything else. She was of good size, healthy coat and-

beautiful beautiful curves

A voice dripped like acid in his mind and he couldn't help but agree. She was quite shapely. And the way she had found confidence to watch him from the distance. Her will must be strong, he wondered if the rest of her was as well.

numbers before strength

Before he could even question the voice, understanding lit within him. Physical strength and power did not matter as much at this moment. If he was to establish a following, numbers were what mattered at first. Then he could take the strongest and weed out the weak. The snarl disappeared from his black lips as he determined she was of no threat. His strong legs carried his thick form quickly to her.

He stopped at a respectable distance and took once again to staring into those fiery orange eyes. He found that he was drawn to them in a most unfamiliar way. They were exotic and fierce; and they brought a strange sort of strength to his mind. Forcing himself to break the gaze, he allowed his eyes to wonder once more along her black form, taking every inch of her in.

delicious

And he couldn't help but agree.

"I am Baztek of the Menotius family. And these are my lands." He let authority ring in his deep voice and he initiated the introduction.

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Hera
is there anyone out there
'cuz it's getting harder and harder to breathe

She could feel electricity through her as his powerful eyes locked onto hers.  Instinctively she lowered herself to the ground as he bared his curved fangs at her, showing him her submission with her belly turned towards the sky.  Hera watched him smugly, but not obviously so.  With her back on the ground it would be hard to read any expression other than submission from her.  He would most likely be on high alert, having just proclaimed this place as his own, expecting someone to come and test his strength.  She couldn't help but hope for that to happen; not that she was the violent type.  Hera just had the strong sense that this brute of a man in front of her would be wonderful to observe as he proved his authority to others.  And if he just claimed these lands as his own, he would need others who would also assist him in proving his authority to those who would oppose him.  Hera had no doubts that she would not be rejected if she request refuge here.  Especially if she worked her charms right.  With time, his authority might come to profess her own.


Hera mentally drooled as his large paws carried him confidently to her.  Her flowing tail swayed slightly as if luring a cat by a string.  Her orange eyes pouted slightly as he stopped his advance upon her.  She had been hoping that he would come closer for a better look.  And just as that thought crossed her mind, Hera swore she could feel on her body the exact spot where his cold eyes focused as they wandered.    This time, she couldn't suppress the smug grin upon her thin lips.


"I know." she replied smoothly and confidently.  "I wasn't drawn here by the smell of meat.  I was drawn here by you."


Hera wanted so desperately to playfully banter with him; to ask him in her most seducing way if he would share his lands with her.  Instead she held her tongue.  It was best not to get too ahead of herself and to not be so flirtatiously forward at first.  He might think of her a harlot.  And although she would admit to herself that's what she might be, Hera didn't want anyone else thinking that.  She splayed her front and back paws apart in a rather amorous manner, completely exposing herself to his mercy.  She wanted, no, needed him to trust her.

"I have been searching for a refuge all winter.  And now I've gotten the idea in my head that this is the place where I will find it.  That is, if you'll have me."

It was a bit more forward than she originally hoped, but at least she did not allow herself to exaggerate and flatter of how big and strong he was and how safe she would be with him.

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It had taken her longer to respond to him than he would have liked. Baztek wondered what thoughts were going on in that head of hers. He couldn't stand any taller if he tried, but as she exposed her underside to him he certainly felt taller. His tail bristled in response and he stepped closer, despite the coy smirk upon her lips. He could very well end her here and now if he so chose too. His sight instinctively focused upon the groove where her soft throat met her full chest.

how soft

Baztek was not sure if the comment was directed at the vulnerable throat, or the curvy chest below it. But he agreed, nonetheless. She did look very soft absolutely everywhere; everywhere except her hard, sunburst eyes.

"I know," her voice of pure silk matched her coy smile. "I wasn't drawn here by the smell of meat. I was drawn here by you."

The confidence in her voice conflicted with her posture. Now he was certain there were workings within her mind to which he could not guess. His cautious gaze slipped slightly into a scrutinizing glare as he continued to analyze her. He was not entirely certain he could trust her body language. Although he was sure that she respected and acknowledged that this was his domain, the confidence in her voice had cast his suspicion on her. Baztek weighed that perhaps this was her way of guaranteeing herself safety with male companionship. And he was obviously the ideal specimen. His glare slipped away as quick as it had appeared as he idly wondered how many other males she might have charmed in the past. As if on cue with his thoughts, she opened herself more to him; this time in a much more provocative manor than submissive.

HARLOT!

No, he thought. He did not know her well enough to judge her in such a manner...despite her visual cries for attention.

His disagreement sent the voice reeling. A violent pressure filled his mind and he felt as if he needed to scream and rip something apart and make it bleed. He wanted so desperately to take full advantage of her submissive state and rip her throat from her soft body. But before his want grew into a need, Baztek closed it out. And on the outside he was calm.

"I have been searching for a refuge all winter. And now I've gotten the idea in my head that this is the place where I will find it. That is, if you'll have me."

His dull amber eyes found her vibrant orange ones; they would no longer stray.

"My dear," his strong voice was heavy with a sigh, as if he were schooling a whelp. "While I respect your current position acknowledging one such as myself, you are on the verge of overdoing it and embarrassing yourself. Please, you may sit upright, I greatly doubt that you are here to challenge me."

Baztek allowed himself to relax as an example; she would be less inclined to listen to him if he were to retain his overbearing stance of dominance. His tail and ears lowered as he sat before her; though relaxed, he still held himself with tall pride.

"I would be happy to provide you passage here if you wish, but please, first a proper introduction. You would be?"

harlot

A vile whisper snaked through his mind, but he ignored it.

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