Trollkiller and Woodhawk join, then Dusk awakens and the three of them talk about the threats Tsoran made, and Dusk's pregnancy. Played September 2nd, 1998. Logged by Trollkiller, from Trollkiller's point of view. Scene contains descriptions of explicit sexual activity. ----- You slip into the nearby copse of saplings. Starwillow Copse This small stand of young willows is dominated by a sturdy one whose branches are open to the sky, and which has grown large enough for elves to climb. The Starwillow and its companions provide a kind of border on the sloping hillside for the nearby large clearing. Spring Along the Sun-Goes-Up edge of the copse, and interwoven through the trees, you see a tangled barrier of brush and grasses that to elfin senses tingles with the feel of magic. Through the trees to the north lies the pond on the other side of the Holt trail; to the south, the Starwillow; to the northwest, the Holt's main clearing; towards Sun-Goes-Down, the higher part of the hill. Contents: Woodhawk Obvious exits: Starwillow Hillside Path Clearing Trollkiller boingie boingie boingie over to Woodhawk. Woodhawk is perched up in a tree. ** Any sign? ** He means of Tsoran or other gliders, of course. Woodhawk seems as worried as you by the whole affair. Trollkiller sends openly ** Not since Tsoran left. Not that I've seen. ** Trollkiller climbs up beside Woodhawk, and nuzzles his neck. ** I wish Rillwhisper was here. ** Woodhawk slips an arm quietly around you. ** So do I. ** Woodhawk sends openly ** What would she do, do you think... about Tsoran? ** Trollkiller leans against Woodhawk's torso, placing a hand on his lifemate's chest. ** I don't know. But she's better at dealing with the gliders than anybody else, I think. ** Trollkiller slips his hand inside Woodhawk's leathers. Skin against skin is reassuring. ** Certainly better than me. ** Woodhawk gives you a gentle hug ** And better than me. ** His send is wry, gentle. Trollkiller doesn't have much to do to add to that, so just rubs Woodhawk's chest for a while. Woodhawk locksends ** She'll be fine. He wouldn't dare do anything with all of us on the alert. ** Woodhawk's send seems to have the tone of one convincing self. Trollkiller sends openly ** And it's not like we haven't dealt with this sort of thing before, and always won. It's just... so _wrong_. Wrong to have to deal with it. Wrong for them to try anything. Wrong for them not to leave us alone if they don't like us. ** Woodhawk frowns some. ** ... wrong for parents to be at odds over their cubs. ** Trollkiller hmmm. Woodhawk frowns softly, gazing outward as if he could somehow prevent further transgressions. Trollkiller sends openly ** Yes. But he doesn't even want to touch it if it isn't purely a glider. I don't know what kind of parent that makes him. ** Woodhawk considers it a bit ** Not one I would wish to have any cub of our tribe's raised by. ** Trollkiller nuzzles Woodhawk's shoulder. ** High Ones, no. I can hardly imagine raising a healthy cub in there. ** Woodhawk shakes his head. ** Nor I. Fortunately he has not asked for the cub. ** Trollkiller sends openly ** Not yet, anyway. ** Woodhawk grins and ruffles your head-fur "With luck, the cub will be the spitting image of his grandsire and the problem will be moot." Trollkiller laughs! ** Think the holt can handle two of me? ** And his hand rubs a good deal further down. Woodhawk chuckles. ** I'm not sure /I/ could handle two of you, but I think the tribe would be fine... if somewhat tired. ** Trollkiller laughs, but doesn't stop rubbing. ** Hm... _I_ could handle me, I bet... ** Woodhawk wraps an arm around you and for the moment forgets all about Tsoran and the potential threat he provides, nuzzling along your neck and up to your ear. Trollkiller gasps a little at the sudden turn, and welcomes your body against his, head tilting back as you reach his ear. ** Oh! That's... good... ** Woodhawk mms, moving his hand over your own furry hide. Trollkiller leans back, pulling you down atop him, lying against the branch, also quite no longer thinking about Tsoran, or any other glider, for that matter... Trollkiller shivvers a little underneath your hand, and blows into your lovely long hair, rubbing his arms down your back. ** <> ** Woodhawk locksends ** <> ** Trollkiller's sends intermingle with yours as our bodies intertwine. He's happiest when being wanted, physically as well as in the heart, and most driven as well. And he aches with pleasure awhen you pour yourself upon him like this. Woodhawk most certainly wants you, even as he carefully sets aside his bow and arrows, along with his clothes. Trollkiller gases down along your lovely, muscular body, now free of its leathers, and sends << appreciation of great beauty>> cushoned in a deep bed of lost for that achingly gorgeous shape. Woodhawk does not have to worry with disrobing you, hands wandering freely over your body, fingers sinking through the fur to caress skin to skin. Trollkiller moans a little at your touch, licking your forehead, nibbling along the ridge of your ear, his own hands rubbing deep into your back muscles, down the ridge of your spine to your lovely, shapely buttocks... Woodhawk scratches softly with his fingernails as he caresses down your ribs and along the muscles between hips and belly. Trollkiller shivvers a little, rising around your touch, nibbling now, sending his approval - his hands echo the movements of yours, after a moment, and brush down your own belly and thighs. ** << beautiful lifemate >> ** Trollkiller stretches a bit under you, and brushes your naked legs with his furry ones, slowly, gently. Woodhawk sends his lustful appreciation of your own fuzzy-elfin body, caressing and urging your member harder as his eyes meet yours, sending thoughts completely in the Now of being with you. Trollkiller caresses your length with his fingertips, encouraging its growth, and looks into your eyes, encouraging the fires there, too, wallowing in that same Now-joy-of-life. Woodhawk turns in your arm, nuzzling back over his shoulder and indicating he wants to receive this time. He presses back warmly against your belly, reaching between his own legs to massage you. His sends are fiery and wordless. Trollkiller rrrrrowls, quite strong between your legs, reaching around to pull your back against him, playing with your chest and nipples, rubbing up against your round, lovely ass nestled into his lap. Without yet entering you, he begins to hump gently, firmly, pressing against your flesh. ** << Like that? >> ** Woodhawk sends, a soft growl issuing simultaneously from his throat ** <> ** Trollkiller reaches up with one hand, wetting it from his mouth, and begins rubbing around your entry, gently, moistening around - and then, suddenly and swiftly but gently inside, with just a finger, just enough to tease... Woodhawk's send is burning desire as he presses back against you. Trollkiller growls, and can't torture himself anymore, and suddenly pulls away momentarily before pushing back, his member against your ass, pushing against your entry... and then _in_, head through all at once, as his hands claw against your chest and he bites, hard, into your back, sending ** << engulf all of you >> ** Trollkiller slides his length slowly into you, gripping you all around in every way that he can as he pushes deeper, deeper inside, until you feel his ballsac pressing hard against your cheeks. Woodhawk yelp-growls with the suddenness, but his send is sheer pleasure at the roughness and sharing of it. Trollkiller bites hold and keeps it, just pressing against you, inside you, for a pause, for a second - then slowly begins to rock underneath you, pulling out, and pushing back inside, as one hand wanders down to your own hard length, and massages it, gently, in time with his thrusts. Woodhawk's sends have an odd mixture of fire and wolf as your dual pleasuring wraps him in a fierce kind of joy, his mind as wrapped with yours as his body. Trollkiller plunges into your mind and soul as he plunges into your body, his whirling-mirrors-of-self intermingling with everywhere you'll have it be - all the while he's biting, hard, over and over again, along your back, his hand wrapping and stroking your member faster and faster, as he plunges more and more quickly into you... Woodhawk grunts, then lets out a howl echoed through body and spirit as the mating urge finds climax. The sharing of that moment of Now/Yes/ sparking through all the levels of sharing like a flame burning oxygen. Trollkiller shouts, "ah!!" as you climax, slamming against you a few, final times as he follows you to peak, bursting inside you, pulsing heat into your body, shuddering as he comes, shivvering around you but holding very, very tight to your body and mind... Woodhawk likewise extends the sharing as the flames pass to hot embers. Trollkiller pants, cupping you against his body, gently licking now (rather than biting into) your back. ** << happy >> ** You locksend ** You are so, so very beautiful... ** to Woodhawk. Trollkiller wraps his arms around you again, more gently this time. As with every other touch. Woodhawk snuggles back against you, echoing your joyful send. Trollkiller strokes the length of your body with his hands, gently from shoulder to thigh as he slowly relaxes inside you. He blinks a tear away, coming down slowly from the euphoria of the joining. Trollkiller sends, ** Mmmm... ** Woodhawk leans back and nuzzles your neck again. Trollkiller smiles, eyes happy slits, and wonders whether that actually means _again_... Trollkiller nuzzles the back of Woodhawk's neck. Woodhawk cuddles softly until it is time for sleep. Trollkiller gently brushes his fingertips over Woodhawk's lovely, warm skin. Trollkiller just keeps petting Woodhawk. ** Lovely Woodhawk... Beautiful Woodhawk... Strong Woodhawk... ** [After a while...] Dusk emerges from the Starwillow. Dusk has arrived. Woodhawk is tangled up sleepily with Trollkiller. Trollkiller lies wrapped around Woodhawk, spooning him, occasionally licking his naked back. ** Mmmm. Hi. ** Dusk wanders out of the starwillow, coming from the den she crashed in. Hey, it was empty, and she needed a wolfnap. ** Hey you two. ** she send-murmurs. Trollkiller sends openly ** You look a little more relaxed... ** Woodhawk nods assent. Trollkiller gently brushes Woodhawk's skin, shoulder to thigh, back and forth... Dusk nods, rubbing around an eye slowly. She yawns, and sits down against the starwillow. ** Had a nice nap. Thanks for being there earlier, father. ** Trollkiller laughs a bit. ** Cub of mine, tribesmate of mine, of _course_ I will be there. ** Woodhawk grins softly. ** Of course. ** Dusk nods, rubbing an ear. ** I hope he doesn't come back again..I wasn't too comfortable with what he was saying..to me. ** Trollkiller nods, looking fairly serious all at once, but still in the comfortable relaxed haze. ** Well, he can _say_ whatever he wants. ** Woodhawk frowns some. ** His actions are more important. ** Trollkiller sends openly ** True. But I don't think his chieftan wants war with us. ** Dusk nods faintly at Trollkiller, and frowns as Woodhawk does. ** I don't think he's the bluffing type, father. ** Dusk adds. ** He may tell her about my cub, too. ** Trollkiller sends openly ** Well, you'd have the best sense of him... but I didn't think that either. But I _do_ think his chieftan might want to keep him in check. ** Trollkiller is, most always, the optimist. Trollkiller nuzzles the back of Woodhawk's neck, again. He's fond of that neck. ** We'll see...it's easy for you to say, when I was the one who he said would suffer the consequences for calling you in. ** Dusk sends flatly. Woodhawk sends openly ** Consequences? ** Woodhawk frowns, seeming a bit distracted by this new take on the threat. Trollkiller nods. ** Consequences. The best threats are the ones left ambiguous. ** He sticks out his tongue. Dusk frowns, crossing her arms over her chest. ** I remember what he said, too. ** She repeats it, omitting the use of her soulname, however. ** I am being quite patient with you. Know that I would not have accepted this interruption as magnanimously for most others. You summoned him here, you will endure the consequences. ** Dusk sends openly ** Bluff or not, I don't think I'll be going very far from here for a while. ** Woodhawk frowns, dressing and making sure his bow and arrows are in reach. Trollkiller sighs, wistfully. He always gets _dressed_ after. It's such a shame. Dusk apologizes. ** Sorry..you were trying to have a little time together. ** Trollkiller laughs. ** Oh, we've done that. ** Woodhawk shares a grin with Trollkiller. Trollkiller sends, ** And we'll do it again, too... but later. We should probably stack watches for a while... ** Dusk smiles sheepishly, but only as long as needed, which isn't long. ** I'm afraid he's going to try to take my cub. ** Trollkiller sends openly ** And we won't let him. ** Woodhawk sends openly ** We most certainly will not! ** Dusk nods slowly, looking down at her growing stomach. ** Aye. We won't. I won't. ** Trollkiller looks carefully, and smiles. ** You are just beginning to show, aren't you? ** Dusk says "I am, aren't I?" Dusk mmmhmms, looking over to her father for a moment, then back at her tummy. Trollkiller rolls lithly up, and pads over to Dusk. ** I wonder if... ** ** ...if? ** Dusk wonders, questioningly. She glances at Woodhawk, and randomly wonders how he can stand clothes. Woodhawk seems not to mind them, even as he adjusts his belt one more notch. Trollkiller reaches out to Dusk's tummy, and doesn't quite touch - do you like that, or does it annoy you? - and sends, ** Has the cub been able to sense sends yet? ** Dusk doesn't look as though she minds her father's hand being moved close to her stomach. She thinks for a moment, and admits, ** Not very well..it depends, sometimes. ** Trollkiller debates a few things to send. His Recognitions were both _very_ close - he knows how it feels to carry a cub. So he places his hand on Dusk's belly, petting it _very_ gently, in the way that felt Right, then. ** Hello, little cubling... ** Woodhawk watches quietly, a warm presence. Dusk smiles softly, closing her eyes as Trollkiller pets her stomach - a calming feeling that's welcome in light of what went on earlier. She sends a noticeable feeling of contentedness, but that's the only send for now. Nothing from the cub inside. Trollkiller sends to Dusk, and Woodhawk, and to the cub she's carrying, a general sense of warmth and love. ** It's still _awfully_ early to send back. But I like to think - it felt to me as though - they could - _you_ could - feel the sends... ** Dusk nods slowly, answering with a sense of love of her own. ** If you say so. I don't exactly remember that far back. ** For now, though, there's still no answer from the cub. Maybe the timing just isn't right. Dusk has been able to draw a faint answer, though. Trollkiller laughs. ** Of course not, you weren't even born yet. ** Trollkiller keeps petting, gently, softly. The cub likely won't feel it, but the mother certainly will. Dusk grins for a moment, admitting, ** You're right. I couldn't remember something if I wasn't born yet. ** She mmmrrs quietly at her father's gentle touch. Trollkiller clambers back over to Woodhawk, climbs into his leathers with him, and snuggles up to fall asleep. or something a lot like that. :) Dusk smiles at the pair, and decides to climb back up the starwillow to sleep in that empty den. Another nap is good.