Araja doesn't know why, but every time she transforms back from her werewolf form she's left with something a little...extra. And her wife Aela is tiered of being in the dark about it.
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“What is it that troubles you, my mate?” Aela whispered. Araja kept her face turned away, willing away the flame of embarrassment that wanted to warm her cheeks. “Speak to me. Something must be hurting you?” Aela rubbed her cheek along her mate's upper chest and neck, feeling a deep rumble against her cheek that had her own wolf stirring. “What is it?”
“Nothing,” Araja growled. Aela reached and clasped the firm hips close to hers, digging her hands beneath the shirt and splaying them over the hot flesh she found. Araja could not hold back a gasp as her skin, sensitized by lust, flushed and tingled beneath her lover's touch. She felt her wolf stir, whining and growling at the scent of her lusting mate so nearby. She began to feel her skin tingle with the beginnings of her pelt. But when she felt the tightening and shifting of her groin, her eyes snapped open and she stepped back.
Aela pulled away at the sudden movement, blue eyes wide as she took in the almost horrified look upon her lover's face. “Araja? What-” But she wasn't able to finish as sudden the Dovahkin turned and ran, leaving the huntress curious as to what just happened.
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Araja ran towards the wood, not stopping or slowing until she knew she was well enough away. When she was she came to a stumbling stop in a small clearing, falling to her knees and taking in deep, sucking breaths to steady herself. Her skin still felt on fire and the lust mixed with frustration was stirring her wolf into a frenzied lather. Her skin felt ready to burst and her groin was throbbing almost painfully.
“Mara be damned this stupid affliction,” She growled. She did not know what was causing this, and was honestly too embarrassed to seek help from any of the mages that she knew. What was she to ask anyway? 'Every time I become a werewolf I grow a large cock? Is that normal?' She scoffed at her own thoughts. Her mind flashed to her lover, wanting depserately to tell her, but fearing the sight of revulsion she knew would be there. Aela was her mate, the other half of her heart that helped fuel her in battle towards victory, and soothed her aches and wounds. However it seemed there was one ache that Aela would not be able to help with this time. Araja grimaced as she cupped herself, trying to ease the suffering, but every time she tried her treacherous mind would flash memories of her and Aela coupling, of her lover's head tossed back in ecstasy, her body arching and full breasts wavering in the cool night air, of kneeling between her lover’s legs and taking her fill upon her tongue. “Mara,” She whimpered, her hand beginning to rub her clit that was beginning to grow.
She was stopped by the sound of twigs snapping. She sniffed the air and came up with the pungent odor of dirty leathers and unwashed flesh. Bandits. She growled, low, angry as she realized they were trying to flank her. Her temper, already strained, snapped and with a growl she whirled around, tearing off her armor as her human skin disappeared in an explosion of dark brown and white fur. The bandits all paused in shock at the sudden change and Araja lunged, massive clawed hands grabbing one thug. His neck snapped with a flick of her wrist before she tossed him into two others.
“KILL HER!” One of the men yelled before they all charged. Suddenly there was a flurry of metal, claws, armor and fur. Battle lust was overcoming Araja, spreading her salivating jowls in a wicked grin as she tore into the men and women, not feeling any of the strikes, but reveling in the feeling of the lowly men's lives being snuffed and the warm blood covering her arms and hands.
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'Difficult Afflicition' Aela/Futa!Dragonborne 1/4
Date: 2017-06-04 06:09 am (UTC)-=-
“What is it that troubles you, my mate?” Aela whispered. Araja kept her face turned away, willing away the flame of embarrassment that wanted to warm her cheeks. “Speak to me. Something must be hurting you?” Aela rubbed her cheek along her mate's upper chest and neck, feeling a deep rumble against her cheek that had her own wolf stirring. “What is it?”
“Nothing,” Araja growled. Aela reached and clasped the firm hips close to hers, digging her hands beneath the shirt and splaying them over the hot flesh she found. Araja could not hold back a gasp as her skin, sensitized by lust, flushed and tingled beneath her lover's touch. She felt her wolf stir, whining and growling at the scent of her lusting mate so nearby. She began to feel her skin tingle with the beginnings of her pelt. But when she felt the tightening and shifting of her groin, her eyes snapped open and she stepped back.
Aela pulled away at the sudden movement, blue eyes wide as she took in the almost horrified look upon her lover's face. “Araja? What-” But she wasn't able to finish as sudden the Dovahkin turned and ran, leaving the huntress curious as to what just happened.
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Araja ran towards the wood, not stopping or slowing until she knew she was well enough away. When she was she came to a stumbling stop in a small clearing, falling to her knees and taking in deep, sucking breaths to steady herself. Her skin still felt on fire and the lust mixed with frustration was stirring her wolf into a frenzied lather. Her skin felt ready to burst and her groin was throbbing almost painfully.
“Mara be damned this stupid affliction,” She growled. She did not know what was causing this, and was honestly too embarrassed to seek help from any of the mages that she knew. What was she to ask anyway? 'Every time I become a werewolf I grow a large cock? Is that normal?' She scoffed at her own thoughts. Her mind flashed to her lover, wanting depserately to tell her, but fearing the sight of revulsion she knew would be there. Aela was her mate, the other half of her heart that helped fuel her in battle towards victory, and soothed her aches and wounds. However it seemed there was one ache that Aela would not be able to help with this time. Araja grimaced as she cupped herself, trying to ease the suffering, but every time she tried her treacherous mind would flash memories of her and Aela coupling, of her lover's head tossed back in ecstasy, her body arching and full breasts wavering in the cool night air, of kneeling between her lover’s legs and taking her fill upon her tongue. “Mara,” She whimpered, her hand beginning to rub her clit that was beginning to grow.
She was stopped by the sound of twigs snapping. She sniffed the air and came up with the pungent odor of dirty leathers and unwashed flesh. Bandits. She growled, low, angry as she realized they were trying to flank her. Her temper, already strained, snapped and with a growl she whirled around, tearing off her armor as her human skin disappeared in an explosion of dark brown and white fur. The bandits all paused in shock at the sudden change and Araja lunged, massive clawed hands grabbing one thug. His neck snapped with a flick of her wrist before she tossed him into two others.
“KILL HER!” One of the men yelled before they all charged. Suddenly there was a flurry of metal, claws, armor and fur. Battle lust was overcoming Araja, spreading her salivating jowls in a wicked grin as she tore into the men and women, not feeling any of the strikes, but reveling in the feeling of the lowly men's lives being snuffed and the warm blood covering her arms and hands.