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Post by FlyingPanther on May 17, 2008 4:46:53 GMT -5
It was the trait that most of Roxanne's whores seemed to have. Once they got rolling, there was very little to move them out of the trance of sex. Even in life threatening situations this aspect of themselves seemed to show through. A willingness to please and be pleased, reguardless of the consequences. Viviane and Anatolius were no exception to this rule, but luckily enough, there was nothing life threatening tied to their little affectionate moment.
A small noise, almost like a gasp, escaped Viviane's parted lips as he was kissed and petted by his canine friend. Again his forked tongue flicked, carressing and tickling the wolf's muzzle lightly. His friend's offer to go to the Lakelands was really very tempting, though he didn't truly know. He wasn't quite sure if the wolf would know what to look for when it came to koi. He blushed a bit, feeling a bit to shy and a little to...aroused to start that conversation or admit that bit of knowledge to Anatolius. Oh but here he was, already planning for something that was just...so completely unlikely that he might as well not ponder on it at all.
The snake's grasp around Anatolius tightened slightly, before letting slack again. "Oh Anatolius....you can't possibly mean that. There are so many others in your life. How could I possibly be your best friend out of all of them?" the snake said modestly. It was true what he had said earlier. Anatolius had a charismatic streak that seemed to draw people to him like moths to a light. Something that...despite his diamond heritage, Viviane seemed to lack. He chuckled at the thought, "Oh the two of us...it's really you that should have been born a Diamond."
Another gasp erupted from the snake as the sunset colored wolf carressed his body with increasing need. He coiled around his friend slowly, allowing his body to 'snake' across his friend's seductively. He loved the feeling of claws through his mane and along his scales. "Nnn...." he sighed, feeling his own arousal growing steadily. Quicker really then he would like to admit. Viviane was on a bit of an emotional rollercoaster, however. It was almost understandible how greedily he sought some sort of pleasure after so much sadness...
Acheron was almost home, he could see it on the horizon, and yet he couldn't make it. The handle was just to large and awkward of a thing to carry. It kept hitting either side of his rump painfully, and he couldn't help but thinking about other ways his rump could be hit that was much more pleasurable. He sighed and sat, being sure once again to let down the handle softly, so as not to break the glass. He really was complaining far more then he wanted to admit to himself. He sighed and lowered his head. Viviane needed his friend right now. How could he stand to listen to himself complain with that knowledge? Greed was something that Acheron felt a great deal of shame about, and while he rested on his way home, he was simply plagued by it. Shame and guilt. Hopefully, there would be plenty more days when it was just him and An....but Viviane needed his friend today, and who was he to kick out the serpent for his own needs. It came with An's job discribtion anyway...and he couldn't keep his wolf from his work either.
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Post by Vyn on May 17, 2008 9:34:54 GMT -5
"But I do! You and Acheron mean the very most to me...but there's something else there as well with Acher." He flushed beneath his warmly hued fur, laying his head against Viviane's briefly. "...I've told you about that before." Anatolius was horribly embarrassed by this thought, that he was truly falling in love with someone. He didn't want it to be true, because he knew it would only cause everyone heart ache in the end.
"Me? A Diamond? I never even thought of it," the canine's eyes grazed his chest, relishing in the subject change. "You make a wonderful diamond, you just need a bit more confidence. ...We'll work on that, though..."
The more he tried to speak, the more distracted he became. The touch of the serpent's body sliding over his own caused him to tremble quietly and for small moans to begin escaping his muzzle. Lords, he wanted to ravish cute lil Viv...but at the same time he began to long for Acheron to get home. He wanted his lover to be a part of this.
Absently a grin flicked over his muzzle as Tolius leaned in to further dote on his friend. "...Would you be up to playing a little game with Acher and I?" He arched his hips slightly, pressing against the serpent. "Nnn...if nothing else, it'd be a way to get to know each other..." Of course, that was a nympho's thought process: surely sex would bring us all together, sex always does.
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Post by FlyingPanther on May 17, 2008 10:20:41 GMT -5
Viviane nodded knowingly. He remembered the first night that Anatolius came to him and told him what he had found. He remembered the times when they talked about it, how Anatolius' heart seemed to grow fonder and fonder of the antelope. Even to Viviane, he had never managed to say those three little words about Acheron, but it wasn't hard to see. No, one could feel it, and since he had seen the brief interaction between the two, he had absolutely no doubts. Viviane knew what this meant just as much as Anatolius. Their job really wouldn't allow for something like this, but even if Anatolius was able to leave his job, would the job be able to leave him? It was fairly common knowledge that Anatolius was a Nympho, it wasn't hard to see that the money he sometimes brought back didn't match the amount of hours he was out. And that most certainly wasn't from lack of trying. Would this trait change? Maybe...but Viviane knew it was not one which was broken on a whim.
"You should tell him...You should tell him that you love him." Viviane said, continuing to let his body slink slowly over the fluffy firey red body of his friend. Even in saying this, Viviane didn't stop. He didn't seem to have the same filter some more virtuous people had, but this was no one's fault but his condition. How many clients did he get a night who already had wives waiting for them at home? He couldn't flinch about it.
Viviane became far to distracted, unable to reply to the wolf's commentary on diamonds and suits. In the end...none of that mattered, not really anyway. Not unless you were in the courts did it seem to effect anything. A whore's a whore...doesn't matter if they are wrapped up in a club suit or a heart suit. In the end, they all recieved the same disrespect. But he wasn't thinking of that as his friend began to sing with moans, something which Viviane was more then happy to extract more of from him.
His tongue flicked over Anatolius, "I would love to play a game..." he said, a small smile on his features and a small chuckle escaping him. "NNnn...I agree...besides, I'd like to see what's gotten your heart all tangled..." again another laugh and moan as the wolf began pushing himself against the snake. Viviane didn't seem to have a much better thought process then Anatolius. He pushed his overlapping scales against Anatolius' needful parts, a small glimmer in his eyes.
Acher was getting annoyed. He wished that he could telephathically talk to An in this moment, and tell him to come get the handle for himself...so close to the house. He could see it, looming ahead as if it was making fun of his weakness. It was a heavy and huge bottle though, he tried to reason with himself, and it needed care because of all the glass. He sighed, slowly and wabblingly getting up, and heading towards the house. A couple more minutes and he was at the front door, ringing it, as the purse that was with him didn't seem to contain keys.
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Post by Vyn on May 17, 2008 10:55:36 GMT -5
The canine's moans were only increasing, but Viv's words had his body trembling gently. Tell him? ...How? What if Acher didn't feel the same? What if he just wanted a whore to stay close to him? An shook his head quietly, clearing his own thoughts before he could voice them. That was all silly. He knew very well that Acheron was too sweet to feel any of that. The last person in the world that would be using him was Acheron.
"I don't want to hurt him, Viv. Uhnnn...." He bucked against his friend again, his breath coming out in needy pants. "Anything but that."
The canine shook his head, pushing off the thought and letting his low moans escape without concern. If he started brooding then there was no telling if he'd be able to stop and, well, that would just ruin the fun he intended for his lover when he got back. So he pushed it off, focused on Viv.
"Nnn, you're the only one I'd even dream of sharing him with. You here me?" He chuckled lowly, the sound being cut off by a trembling moan and the sound of the doorbell ringing. Fuck. Wait, not fuck. "O! Acher!" He gasped out, unable to hide his pleasure. He gave Viv another little kiss and then gently disentangled himself from the serpent in order to hurry to the door. "I'll pour drinks for Acher and I, then be right back." He tossed a wink over his shoulder and disappeared from the living room in order to get the door.
"Hey love," he smiled briefly before noticing the antelope's look of discontent. "Oi! I'm sorry, that must've been a bugger to carry." Quickly he grabbed the bag from the antelope's hip spine before waving him inside. "Thank you so much, Acher. You're wonderful."
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Post by FlyingPanther on May 17, 2008 13:29:32 GMT -5
Viviane picked up on the frightened vibrations quickly, being situated all around Anatolius. He simply continued to flicked his tongue along the wolf's face, as he listened to what he was about to say. Then he shook his head, "You are acting like his mother. Hurt is inevidable, especially with what we do for a living. He obviously cares for you a great deal, or he wouldn't have endured being with you this long, knowing what you do when he walks out the door. You shouldn't be afraid of what you'd do to him...but what other people will. You might never get another chance to tell him." Viviane's mood dampened slightly with the last few words of what he had said. Viviane was never one to really argue, but the statement struck home in so many ways, especially relevent now. He wasn't there to help the Queen. He had never gotten the chance to tell him how much he appreciated their time together, even if the Queen wasn't nessesarily wild about them. And now he would never get the chance to do that.
He was able to smile a bit when Anatolius told him that he would be the only one to share Acher with him. It was a nice sentiment, that he was important enough that he could share one of Anatolius' prized posessions. He was glad for the doorbell ring that sounded, he was starting to get back into one of his moods. And he could at least recollect himself while Anatolius was away. He watched his friend leave, and coiled up on the couch, where he had been left.
Acheron was glad to have the weight off of his rump, and blushed a bit with An's words. "It's hard when you don't have hands, but," he said rotating his leg midair for a second, "it's a good workout." his lips kinda formed a small smile before they fell a bit. Something was odd with Anatolius. He sniffed. "Is your friend alright?" he recognized the smell on An, and his heart dropped a little, but it was to be expected. He had been out after all, and his friend needed 'consoling'. He walked into the kitchen, his tail limp.
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Post by Vyn on May 17, 2008 15:42:38 GMT -5
Anatolius's breath remained heavy, his pants loud in the serpent's ear, but his expression was clouded with thought. Viv was right, painfully so. "I... You're right. I'll tell him."The canine shuddered a little more to the thought, but kissed his friend briefly before hurrying out of he room to tend to Acheron. * * * As Tolius set the bottle on the counter, he couldn't help but notice how heavy the jug was and just how much work it had been for his thumb-less friend to get the handle back home. "Viv's feeling better, I think. He's calmer at least." He crouched down to be closer to the antelope, tossing his arms around his neck and burying his nose into the male's fur. His body was tormenting him, but he wanted Acheron to know just how thankful he was. "Thank you so much, Acheron. I'm sorry you had to go out by yourself."He covered the male in soft kisses even as his other hands shifted down to begin massaging his sore rumps. "I'll make us both some drinks now, yeah?" |
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Post by FlyingPanther on May 17, 2008 16:53:10 GMT -5
Acheron watched as An followed after him, setting the large jug on the counter with a glass-like ring. He watched the liquid swish silently within its container. He nodded, "I'm glad...he seemed rather upset before I left." his words were gentle and quiet, so as to keep the conversation in the kitchen only. He didn't move as An crouched down and tossed his arms around his neck. The gesture was enjoyed, though it tightened the changes that streached between his mouth and knees. He burrowed his head into the wolf's neck scruff, eyes furrowing sadly. The snake smell was all over him. The disappointment from before accumulated, and he couldn't keep his mouth shut any longer, "Should I have given you more time? I can go out for some food or something..." an angrier part of him wanted to say mockingly 'so did he like his Sex on the Beach', but he knew that was to cruel. He couldn't expect what had obviously happened not to. He was just being overly sensitive because the day hadn't been theirs, as he had planned...and as An had planned. He just needed to get over himself. He sighed loudly.
He licked the wolf's face back as they parted. Acher watched the bottle again. "What do you have in mind...Drink wise?" his eyes went half lidded as the wolf began messaging his sore rump.
Viviane waited paitently for Anatolius and his antelope to return, feeling guilty for saying such blunt things to Anatolius. He didn't mean for it to sound so arguementitive, but he knew he had made it that way accidentily. He had no right to bring down Anatolius, down to the level he was at. Anatolius had taken his day off to take care of him, and even was able to get some alone time with him. Had he really been so rude? He would have to apologize later...
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Post by Vyn on May 17, 2008 19:30:53 GMT -5
Anatolius wasn't angry with Viviane. He wasn't entirely sure that was possible. No, it was the truth of the serpent's words which made him tremble and for his heart to ache just a little. If he wasn't careful, he'd lose Acher. The antelope obviously loved him for what he was...even if that was a whore.
"No, no. You gave us more than enough time. I missed you." His words were entirely honest, his body meshed as close to Acheron as comfortably possible. His hands continued to massage those undoubtedly bruised rumps, fingers kneading the sore muscles. "Hmm, I'm sure we've got plenty of juice and all that...so you choose. Pick your very favorite, yeah? You deserve it for everything picking up the liquor and giving Viv and I time today." All the while he kept his hands moving, rubbing and massaging the antelope.
For all that Acheron was trying not to speak on it, he could sense his lovers jealousy and disappointment and it gnawed the canine to the core. How would this ever work? Tolius desperately wanted to be with Acheron, but would the antelope be alright with maintaining a relationship while the canine worked?
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Post by FlyingPanther on May 17, 2008 20:18:48 GMT -5
Acheron happily snuggled into An, though his heart ached slightly. An was all Acher had, and he loved him dearly, enough that he would put up with all the pains his job brought. There were times though, that he just worried. What if he was just An's flavor? What if he found someone else? He didn't think that would be An's personality, but it was something that often worried him. It was hard not to have those thoughts when you thought so little of yourself.
If Acher could have purred, he probably would have, but being an antelope certainly nixed that. As the wolf's fingers worked the spongey flesh and tightened thighs, all he could do was melt in the creatures hands. "Oh...suits...you have no idea how good that feels. The bottle was so awkward to carry." he said absently, trying to get his mind off of the more terrible things it was thinking about. "Nnn...I like....I don't know...do we have lemon juice or something? A Kamikaze sounds pretty good right now." he said, trying to think of all the different drinks he had enjoyed with vodka in the past. He didn't move, even when the chains started pulling to hard, just enjoying the message he was getting.
Back in the other room Viviane was growing restless. A moment or two by himself and he remembered his need from before. Anatolius had done a rather good job of getting him started, and now he wanted more. he looked at the sunset colored drink on the table next to him. Such a vile thing...but he figured he shouldn't be rude. He grabbed it with his tail and drank it all down as fast as possible. This...was not smart....He felt the liquor burn his throat something terrible...and he wanted to make a noise, but didn't. After a moment of just letting his body settle back into a non-painful place...he then started to move into the kitchen...a little bored all by himself. He hated to admit it...but he could already feel a certain numbness associated with being tipsy. What a lightweight he was.
He poked his head in, and blushed at the sight he saw of Acher getting a 'butt message' from An. "Oh...I'm sorry..." he said before ducking behind the wall again.
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Post by Vyn on May 17, 2008 22:05:15 GMT -5
Anatolius couldn't help but chuckle at the sounds of pleasure his lover was making. Even if he was still bogged down by his darker thoughts, he was at least happy with the massage.
"Nn, I bet. I'm still sorry you had to do it on your own." He kissed the antelope's ear before nuzzling against the male's cheek, thriving in being close to him. This really was supposed to be their day, he'd wanted to spend as much time as possible with him. "Kamikaze it is, then. I'll --"
The canine was about to say more when Viv poked his head in, blushing adorably before dipping out of view. Slowly his hands fell away from his lover and he shifted to push himself up to his feet.
"No worries, Viv-love. Come on in, I'm just about to make drinks for Acher and I." Lifting up to his feet, Anatolius set to work on making a Kamikaze for both himself and Acher. His hands moved with happy ease as he spoke, occasionally glancing over his shoulder at the two males. "You don't want anything more do you, Viv?"
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