August and Sebastian

The sun was setting in the quiet evening. August sat beside her tanned friend gazing at the river before them. It seemed so calm and peaceful. It was just what the two of them needed. To get away from the busy city and clear their minds. They had become good friends since their encounter, both fighting the same common enemy. For now they had a reprieve.  August glanced to Sebastian with a slight look of adoration in her violet eyes, black curls framing her pale face. He may have been older than her but he was still quite handsome, even with the beginning of grey in his dark brown, almost black, hair. A small smile crossed her lips as his hand grasped hers. Hazel green eyes locking with hers.

“Sebastian.” She said softly.

“Hmm?” he replied.

“Let take tonight and forget the world around us. Let just forget all the shit that’s happened and just enjoy the here and now…no regrets.” She said softly.

Sebastian knew she was right and maybe it would be a good thing to just take a night to themselves. After all they did become close friends, saving each-others asses in a bind. One night of being selfish couldn’t hurt could it? He brushed his lips against hers as if to ask if he could kiss her but she pressed her lips to his with a small groan. The man was old enough to be her brother or her uncle but August didn’t care. She wanted him. All of him. Her hand gripped his dark curly hair as he forced his tongue past her lips with a groan. It wasn’t long before August was straddling Sebastian and holding him close to her as she kissed him. Heat emanated from between her legs as she rubbed her clothed sex against the bulge in his pants. He pushed away slightly his hands on her shoulders. She was far too young. He couldn’t do this to her…he could treat her like a common whore. August was so much more than that.

“Sebastian?” Her voice was soft as her fingers stroked his bearded cheek.

“August honey…I can’t do this to you…” He replied.

“Is it because I am too young for you?” She muttered as she cupped his face in her hands. He still appeared very young, save for a few fine lines around his eyes and he was very handsome. A sigh emitted from his lips as he took her hands in his own large ones.

“That’s part of it…” He admitted.

“Sebastian.”

Hearing his name upon her lips made him feel whole. Anytime he heard his name upon her lips there was such a warmth to them. A warmth to her that emanated from her very flesh. Not the warmth one experiences during a fever but a loving, gentle, open warmth.

“I’m eight years your junior and do you think I care? Age does not matter to me.” Her lips curled into a smile as her fingers brushed a few locks of hair out of his eyes. He seemed to lean into her hand as she touched him. Such a soft and gentle touch she had, despite how cruel and vicious she could be. Sebastian hadn’t felt this comfortable, this safe with someone since the fallout with his ex-wife. August had such an effect upon him. She didn’t have to use her telepathy or her ability with illusions to get him to fall for her. It was a quality he enjoyed. She wasn’t one who abused her giftings to gain what she wanted. She used pure sincerity. Something Patricia did not have, he had later realized this once they had separated.

“Besides, I told you to not have any regrets and enjoy the here and now.” She whispered soft before kissing him hungrily. August was right. He shouldn’t have any regrets about now. In this place and time he was with a woman who genuinely cared about him, who thought of him first instead of herself, who was more mentally stable and together than his ex. And he felt the same way for her. A groan left his lips as he kissed her back his strong arms pulling her flush against him. Clothed breasts pressed against his firm chest, he wondered what they would feel like within his hands. Hands slid beneath her flannel shirt and cotton camisole trailing up her back but her back was not smooth. His fingers explored multiple scars upon her back and whatever flesh wasn’t scarred felt so smooth. A pang of pain entered his heart upon feeling the scars. What had August endured before they met? Who had hurt her? Once more he pulled away, his hands splayed upon her back. He felt her shudder beneath his touch.

“Don’t ask me about them now.” She pleaded. August didn’t plead or beg or cry. Him touching her scars made her seem more fragile more vulnerable. Not an aspect she normally would let anyone see. But he knew she trusted her and for the first time in a long time he saw openness in her purple orbs as they gazed into his hazel green ones.

“I won’t sweetheart.” He whispered back before tenderly kissing her plump lips once more. A moan left her lips as he kissed her, her hips grinding against the growing swell in his pants. Gently and slowly he pulled up her shirts nudging her away so he could undress her. Eagerly she obliged him leaning back and curving towards him her arms above her head. As soon as her shirts came off she slid her hands upon his shoulders grinning. Large rounded breasts were clad in a silky red bra, padded slightly to give her cleavage a little boost. Not that she needed any because her breasts were rather large. They were proportionate to her body. Perfect even. A grin crept across August’s lips as she slid her hands to the buttons on his shirt slowly taking them apart to reveal a tanned chest sprinkled with chest hair. Her lips pressed against his own as she continued to unbutton the shirt. Finally when the last button was removed from is bindings she ran her hands up his muscled torso and to his shoulders gently pushing the shirt away from his body. In turn he shrugged out of the shirt with a groan as one arm slid around her waist while the other slid up her back to her hair. Fingers tangled themselves in her dark curly locks, gripping them tightly and coaxing her head back so he could kiss and nip at her slender neck. A sweet scent of lavender emanated from her flesh as he inhaled her scent deeply. Lush lips descended upon the pale flesh, kissing, licking, nipping and biting as they went. A low moan emanated from her lips her sex grinding against his. The arousal became almost painful for him.

“August.” He moaned against her neck as he kissed down to her shoulder grinding his hips up against hers.

“Mmmm Sebastian.” She moaned entangling her fingers within his dark tresses. “Oh gods take me… please…”

A groan left his lips as he shifted so he was on top of her his hands sliding down her sides to the jeans at her hips. His eyes met hers as if to ask. This was the first time in a long time he had made love to a woman, instead of just fucking them into the bed. August felt more real, more whole to him.

“Don’t be shy sweetheart.” She whispered stroking his hair. “Please.”

With a nod he kissed her firmly as his hands tugged at her jeans drawing them off as well as a pair of blue cotton panties with penguins on it. He smiled at the penguins but leaned down kissing her pale belly lightly. Soft kisses trailed down from her navel to the heat between her legs. Grinning he spread apart creamy thighs revealing her bare sex. The pale pink lips dripped with moisture, begging for attention, eager to receive care from him. He pressed more kisses on her body as he dipped lower and lower before the tip of his tongue flicked the silver ring in her sensitive nub of flesh. The action sent shivers through August’s body to the point where she arched her back. 

“Ah! Sebastian!” She moaned.

Warmth flowed through him upon hearing her name on his lips. He caught a hint of begging in her lustful tone as he licked up her pink folds once more. The taste of her was sweet, tropical even, like pineapple. Writhing slightly and moaning August arched her back as her fingers tangled through his hair gripping it lightly. She grew close to her climax as he licked up her folds and even poked his tongue inside of her sex. Just as she was about to gain release he drew away quickly and kissed her hard. Whimpering she tried to slid a hand down to her sex but he caught it before she could do such.

“Sebastian…” She whined but all he did was kiss her once more as he slid off his jeans and boxers. Slowly and carefully he positioned himself between her legs gently stroking her wetness with his member. Such heat rose from her womanhood, causing him to groan. Then suddenly he felt a hand around his cock guiding it to the cave of wonders. Violet eyes met his as August’s other hand reached up to stroke his cheek.

“Make love to me Sebastian.” She whispered.

Nodding, he slowly pushed into her moist cavity and released a groan when he sheathed himself inside of her. Because he knew he was a lot more than most women could handle he paused a bit to allow her to adjust to his girth and leaned down to stroke August’s cheek. She let out a small whimper as she glanced up to him cupping his face in her hands and nodded for him to continue.

“You feel amazing Sebastian.” She groaned as her arms slid around his neck to pull him closer to her.

“So do you August.”

She was full of warmth and welcoming as he moved within her. Slowly pulling out he kissed her tenderly with a groan before pushing back in again. Sebastian just couldn’t get enough of August as he began to increase the pace of his lovemaking. Hips slapped against hips roughly as his mouth ravaged her neck and shoulders. As he did such August began to rock her hips in time with the man’s thrusts in order for him to penetrate her core even deeper. Hands gripped her hips roughly as he angled himself to try to find a certain spot within her body. Soon after he heard a gasp followed by a moan of sweet desire emerge from August’s lips.

“Ooooh! Sebastian!” She groaned.

Each movement sent him deeper into her heat. They had to have this closeness, their bodies, their desires demanded it. Clinging and breathing hard against him August writhed in his grip as he filled her deeper and deeper with each motion. She was near. He could sense she was near her peak. Even though he was near his as well he held back wanting her to gain her release first. Small whimpers came from her as his motions grew more feral and more powerful. He began to grunt as he thrust into her.

“Ah! Ah! Sebastian!” August cried. Her sex tensed around his cock as she tossed her head back with a cry of pleasure. Only moments later he pulled her hips to him burying himself balls deep inside of her as he spilled his seed into her womb with a feral roar. The smaller woman fell limp in his arms breathing hard, her head resting against his strong muscled shoulder. His arms hugged her close to him just enjoying the sensation of her against him, a hand languidly stroking her back lightly. The scars did not matter to him whatsoever. After their coupling he knew, in mind body and soul, that his life would not be complete without her. She shifted a bit lifting herself off of him as her lips pressed against his cheek. He smiled at this laying her down on the ground with him his hand stroking her side lightly.

“You…god August you are amazing.”

A smile curled across her lips as she batted her lashes slightly her hand reaching up to stroke his bearded cheek.

“You are too.” She replied and kissed him soundly. Groaning he kissed her back cupping the back of her head in his hand while the other pulled her flush to him. He pulled away slightly stroking her cheek with his thumb.

“August I love you…I am so in love with you.” He blurted with a blush.

“I love you too Sebastian. I can’t imagine my life without you.” She confessed with a smile.  

Hours later. Starlight shone over head as Sebastian moved within her. An arm wrapped around her waist as he allowed her to ride him. The warmth around his felt so welcoming and embraced him the moment he had entered her. His lips pressed kisses to her chest above her breasts and collarbone, his beard brushing against her flesh lightly as he flipped her onto her back to thrust deeply into her. They continued the frantic act of mating all the way into the early hours of the morning. Exhausted they lay beside each other covered in sweat and breathing heavily, Sebastian’s arm around August and her head upon his chest sighing contentedly. 

Smut In Nature

Okay I have to post this. I do not own Conan or his character (When I speak of Conan I refer to the remake. ) But yes there is smut. Just to warn you. 

“Are you sure it’s a good idea to leave her with that pervert of a healer?”

Kurai giggled a bit as she walked alongside her lover.

“She can handle herself. I am sure of it.” She replied.

He heaved a heavy sigh still disappointed from their last encounter with Khalar. Green eyes met her blue ones as he turned his head to glance at her.

“We almost had him Kurai…”

“I know my love. I know.” She replied softly reaching upward to stroke his cheek. Leaning into her touch he pressed his lips to her palm as his hand enclosed over hers. Soon he found himself crushing his lips against her own as if hungry for the touch of a woman. Especially her touch. Warmth radiated from her fingers as she cupped his face in her hands. A small moan left her lips as she parted them slightly for him and in return his tongue poked between her lips to battle hers for dominance. Pulling her closer he ground his hips against hers to express his need for mating. Shivers flitted up her spine as he did this. She could feel the warmth from his loins through his clothing as he pressed against her but she drew away slightly, her parted lips moist. Blue eyes fell upon an alcove nearby then flickered back to her lover. She smiled as he turned his head to glance at the location she nodded towards. Hurriedly they headed towards the area, both burning with arousal and desire. Once inside their lips connected once more as hands rushed to remove the leather armor and furs so naked flesh could become one, however, as soon as Kurai’s supple breasts were exposed, Conan pulled away slightly. He brought a hand up to her cheek stroking it with the back of his fingers ever so gently. Cheeks flushed as her blue eyes glanced up to him.

“Why did you stop my love?” she asked.

He kissed her slowly his thumb now stroking her cheek then drew away slightly so his forehead rested against hers.

“I don’t want this to just be a quick round of sex Kurai…not this time…”

He cupped her face in both of his hands his voice lowering to a whisper.

“I want to make love to you.” He whispered as he kissed her again. Delight shivered through him as she kissed back, her actions more gentle more…submissive. A groan left her lips as his descended down her tanned neck to her collarbone.

“Then we’ll…” She gasped as his mouth enclosed around the nipple at her breast. “We’ll take it slow. I want to enjoy this with you.”

He grinned against her breast kissing the crevice between them before licking up her neck to her lips.

“And I want you to enjoy it.” He whispered against her lips before kissing her again. Such tenderness he expressed as he circled his arms around her waist to pull her flush against him. Breasts pressed against his firm muscled chest as her arms circled around his neck, fingers tangling into his dark locks. Hands skimmed down Kurai’s curves slowly pushing away her leather skirts, belts and pouches revealing only the loin cloth she wore underneath. He quickly disposed of that as well his hands now resting upon her rounded buttocks giving them a squeeze. A brighter flush appeared upon her cheeks but she smiled as her lips pressed to his once more. She nipped and suckled at his lower lip with a groan as her hands slowly removed his belts and leather skirts. She wasted no time in removing the loincloth and disposing of it, on hand upon his hip the other upon his manhood stroking it slowly. A throaty groan released from his lips as he leaned his head back in pleasure. Drawing away, his hand took hers as he led her to a flat stone table like structure with leaves and other vegetation upon it then began to gently kiss her flesh as he took his time in laying her down upon the arrangement. Lips pressed against her flesh sucking, biting and licking. Fingers dug into his flesh as he teased her breasts with his lips but she released a gasp of pleasure as soon as she felt his cock press against her folds.

“Conan…” She breathed her hands cupping his face. He grinned up at her kissing her gently as he slowly entered her sex. She moaned into his mouth as he slowly sheathed himself inside of her. Kneeling he slid an arm around her waist pulling her into his lap so they could change the positioning of their coupling. Kurai held him close to her breathing deeply as she timed the rocking of her hips with Conan’s thrusts. Their lips connected again one hand cupping the back of his head as the other dug into his shoulders. Pulling away she hissed in pleasure as he began to bite and kiss at her collarbone.

“Gods Conan…” she moaned.

“Kurai…” He grunted a bit increasing his pace as his hands grasped her behind tightly. He dragged his fingers from her backside up her back and down her breasts as she arched her back keeping her arms around his neck. She pulled him close leaning back a bit, urging him to lay her upon her back in which he willingly obliged. The pace began to get frantic as he placed on arm upon the stone while the other wrapped around her waist hugging her close to him. Beads of sweat rolled down his back as he continued pumping into her feeling his release near. He groaned a bit upon hearing the heated whimpers of his lover muffled slightly. Kurai clung to him and buried her face in his neck. She clung to him as if he was the life raft keeping her from drowning. Sweat rolled down her breasts and stomach as her peak came closer. Then with a final thrust Conan gripped her buttocks and buried himself within her as he released his seed into her womb, groaning her name low in his throat. As he reached his peak he felt her muscles tighten around him.

“Ah! Conan!” She cried as she reached her climax. Soon after, she fell limp in his arms, weak after the passionate lovemaking. A few heavy breaths and he withdrew from her leaning down to kiss her tenderly. In turn she kissed back capturing his face between her hands, slender thumbs lightly stroking his cheekbones. His hand cupped the back of her head as he kissed her and slowly rolled them onto their sides. After a moment Kurai pulled away with a smile and nuzzled his cheek gently. Curling into him she sighed contentedly to herself, her head fit perfectly under his chin. A smile crossed his lips as muscled arms wrapped around her hugging her close to him.

“I love you…” He whispered burying his nose into her hair as he pressed a kiss to her head, fingers twirled locks of hair around them. Her lips pressed against his chest before nuzzling it lightly.

“I love you too.” She replied contentedly almost purring as they dozed into a deep slumber. 

Scum of the Earth

Sooo...been a while...
I need to vent and I need to get this out in the open. I feel like the scum of the very earth right now. Not because I hurt somebody or I did something that will land me in jail. I was dishonest academically.
Yes folks that's right I fucking plagiarized one of my papers for a class and I got caught.
Normally I wouldn't do this but I've been struggling so much this semester that I just wasn't thinking. I have never done this before and dear god I am so ashamed of myself. I just about want to break down and cry and sob. I might actually do that later today...it might make me feel better. But really. What I did was inexcusable. It was dishonest. Oh hell lets just say it! It was fucking lazy! I procrastinated on this assignment for fuck's sake! I know I did. And I am trying to damned hard to not do that anymore. I mean yeah I learned form it...but still it hurts.
Its kind of like that scene in the Lion King when Rafiki and Simba talk about the past.
"Yes the past can hurt. but you can either run from it or learn from it."
So very very true. And sometimes even if you learn from it it still can hurt and haunt.
I could go on and on about how I never should have done this and what not but I won't. I know it was wrong I know I shouldn't have done it and that reflects badly upon me. I have learned to not do it again...and if I consult an outside source for a paper I will make sure to credit it as it deserves.
Now if you will excuse me I nee dot go cry, sob, possibly throw up, and try to get over this.

Kala/Conan

A/N: For MATURE audiences only. Done for a wonderful friend of mine. :) Enjoy!!!!

“How does pasta sound for dinner. We could open up a nice bottle of wine and make it a nice cozy night.”

Cozy nights usually ended up with Kala getting fucked into the bed whether he was on his back or his belly. Either way they both enjoyed the act of making love and often cuddled afterwards however Conan got an idea to try something different with his lover.

“I have a better idea for tonight. What do you say we do things a little differently in the bedroom?”

Cocking his head to the side Kala raised an eyebrow at Conan.

“Oh? What were you thinking of?” He inquired.

A devilish grin appeared upon Conan’s lips as he captured Kala’s in a kiss.

“You remember than one night.” He paused to pull the more slender male into his lap and proceeded to speak while he lavished kissed upon the tanned neck of his lover. “When we were talking about what kinds of kinks we’d like to try.” The bigger males hands slid up Kala’s back as he bite on the area where Kala’s neck met his shoulder. A small moan left Kala’s lips as Conan sucked, nipped and kissed at his neck. It was absolute heaven when Conan would lavish attention to his neck.

“You’re…” Kala moaned again as he shifted so he was straddling his lover. His hand tangled into Conan’s long hair. “You’re point being?” Conan would often make it hard for him to think clearly.

“Well.” Conan’s lips dipped down Kala’s neck to the hollow of his throat licking up from the tender spot to his lover’s ear. Nipping and sucking lightly he whispered into Kala’s ear. “You said you wanted to try some bondage.”

At this statement Kala flushed a bright red but groans as he felt a large hand squeeze his behind. As a result he felt his shorts get a little tight as his member hardened. The mere thought of being tied up helplessly and played with to no end sent shivers of arousal through his body. Helpless and begging, two things he wanted Conan to make him do. He would be at the mercy at Conan’s hand if they went through with this plan. Conan grinned upon feeling the bulge against his stomach.

“Little excited at the thought are you my love.”  Conan’s voice rumbled against Kala’s throat before kissing the smaller male in his arms once more. Pulling Kala close to his frame, he groaned at the sensation of his bulge against his lover’s. A small whimper left Kala’s lips when their clothed sexes pressed against each other. Kala drew away slightly, pulling off the grey tank top he was wearing so his bare chest could press against Conan’s. When’s Conan’s body brushed against his chest he groaned because Conan had begun lavishing attention to his neck once more. A gasp escaped from Kala’s lips as Conan’s hand slid beneath his shorts to grip the supple rounded buttocks Kala had been gifted with. Thick fingers stroked the crevice between Kala’s cheeks teasingly every so often brushing against Kala’s hole. Each time Conan’s finger pressed against it, shivers ran through Kala’s spine.

“Ahh…Conan…” He whimpered.

“What is it kitten?” Conan had often gotten Kala to purr on occasion.

Kala had to take a breath to calm himself, pressing against Conan against the couch.

“Bedroom. Now.” He breathed kissing Conan hard enough to bruise. Grinning Conan picked up his lover, one arm beneath Kala’s behind and the other snaking around his back up to his shoulder. Kala in turn hugged onto his ‘man beast’ as he like to put it kissing him feverishly, as if he were unable to get enough of Conan. Soon enough he was deposited upon the bed and Conan’s lips were all over his neck and shoulder blades, sucking and biting, leaving small marks upon Kala’s skin. He drew away slightly leaving the smaller male panting a bit on the bed.

“God damn you make me horny Kala.” Conan growled as he ripped off Kala’s shorts, he went commando as usual, and then disposed of the grey tank top he wore, leaving his lover naked and blushing like a virgin on the bed. Slowly Kala propped himself up on his elbows glancing over to his lover who was quickly stripping at the end of the bed. Once Conan’s clothes were off he stood there proudly flaunting is assets. Kala knew how big Conan was. The man made him so sore after the first time they had had sex. He also knew and shivered at the thought of Conan’s power and driving force when their hips crashed together. Even as Kala’s cheeks flushed in anticipation he felt his cock twitch even more to life at the sight of his naked barbarian. A slight smirk crossed Conan’s lips at the sight of his naked lover blushing at him.

“Blushing like a virgin as always eh Kala?” He grinned as he slowly crawled on top of the smaller male pressing feather like kisses up Kala’s tanned legs. Quivers ran up Kala’s spine as Conan’s lips continued upward. He spread his thighs apart for the man as he felt luscious lips kiss and suckle upon the tender area of his inner thigh. A hand snaked up his other thigh then fingers curled around his hardened cock firmly. Conan grinned up at him as one hand began stroking his lover while his mouth lavish attention to his hip bones. A series of whimper left Kala’s lips as he leaned his head back trembling in sheer ecstasy. He shuddered when he felt Conan’s breath ghost against his member but whimpered even more, almost mewling helplessly like a kitten, as Conan licked and kissed and sucked upon his tanned flesh to his lips. But just as Conan kissed him Kala gasped into his mouth at feeling a finger invade his core. He soon felt a second one invade before they began to thrust in and out of him. With his other hand Conan cupped his lover’s cheek as he kissed him tenderly. Kala writhed and moaned in his mouth, one hand tangling itself within Conan’s hair nearly tugging at it with need. Conan drew away just grinning down at his lover stroking the soft curly brown locks lightly.

“Where did you put the lube after last night?” He asked.

Kala groaned rolling his eyes slightly but gasped when Conan’s fingers thrust deep into him.

“Top drawer…as usual babe.” He whimpered.

Conan pressed a kiss to his head before completely withdrawing from his lover to move to the oak drawer in the corner. He had to jiggle the top drawer to open it but as soon as it was open he fished around the socks and underwear until he found the bottle of water based lubricant in the corner. Grinning he held up the bottle then leapt from the drawer to the bed as if he were a cat. He then pounced on top of Kala kissing him hungrily. In turn Kala smiled against Conan’s lips as he took the bottle of lube from his lover but Conan snatched it back pulling the two into a sitting position before pulling away from Kala. As Conan drew away Kala took the liberty of kissing and nipping his lover’s tanned flesh as well pushing him back slightly to where Conan was leaning back a bit, the bottle of lube in his hand the other hand pressed against the maroon comforter. Kala grinned as he kissed down Conan’s belly then wrapped his lips around his lover’s erection slowly bobbing his head up and down on the thick muscle invading his mouth. A low throaty groan left Conan’s lips as he placed a hand upon Kala’s head as if to goad him into increasing his pace. Grinning around Conan’s cock he took a deep breath and relaxed the back of this throat to take nearly the entire member into his mouth. Slowly he drew away and repeated the action causing Conan to groan. The bigger male nearly bucked into Kala’s mouth but he forcefully pulled Kala away not wanting to come too soon. Green eyes glance up at his lover.

“Conan?”

“Didn’t wanna come too soon…” Conan replied grasping Kala by the shoulder and shoving him onto his back. Kala was about to say something but he was silence by a cool sensation stroking his hole. Conan just grinned kissing Kala as he tenderly stroked Kala’s entrance before sliding a couple of fingers inside. Another round of whimpers emitted from Kala’s lips as he writhed at Conan’s ministrations. To tease Kala even more Conan leaned down pressing kisses to his love’s chest before nipping at one of Kala’s nipples. A smile crossed his lips as his tongue circled around the sensitive nub of flesh and his fingers began to work at a faster pace before he couldn’t stand not being inside of Kala any longer. In one swift movement he removed his fingers and replaced them with his member, making the penetration a little rougher for Kala than he would have liked. The smaller male bit his lower lip releasing a small whimper at the intrusion but he relaxed cupping Conan’s face in his hands. Grunting Conan kissed Kala again hungrily as one arm slide around his waist while his other hand supported him on the bed. Slowly he began to move inside of Kala and began a pattern of three short shallow thrusts then one deep thrust. Slender arms wrapped around Conan as Kala kissed his lover back. He released a moan and buried is face into Conan’s shoulder as his lovers thrusting became more erratic. Faster and deeper Conan thrust. He even switched his angle to try to find Kala’s ‘sweet spot’ as he called it. Shifting his hips Conan thrust again and received a pleasant cry from Kala.

“Ah Right there!” He cried.

Success. Conan had found the treasure within. His erratic thrusting became more feral as he penetrated deep into Kala who now had begun writhing once more in pleasure. His breathing had even become more labored as his climax began to build then suddenly white flashed before Kala’s eyes as he cried out his lover’s name in desire.

“Conan!” He bellowed as he released his seed upon their stomachs. A few more thrusts and Conan buried himself into Kala’s ass growling his lover’s name in Kala’s ear as he came inside of the smaller man. Breathing hard and thoroughly exhausted Conan pulled out of his lover rolling onto his back smiling to himself, satisfied. Kala grunted as he shifted on the bed to place his head upon Conan’s chest and curled up to his lover a rather satiated smile on his face.

“Damn…”

“I know.”

Conan turned his head sliding an arm around Kala to pull the smaller, and sweaty male closer to him so he could kiss Kala’s forehead. In return Kala purred a bit as he nuzzled his lover pressing a kiss to Conan’s collar bone.

“I love you.” he breathed.

As Conan stroked Kala’s hair lightly he smiled.

“I love you too.”  

Teaser - Kala/Conan

“How does pasta sound for dinner. We could open up a nice bottle of wine and make it a nice cozy night.”

Cozy nights usually ended up with Kala getting fucked into the bed whether he was on his back or his belly. Either way they both enjoyed the act of making love and often cuddled afterwards however Conan got an idea to try something different with his lover.

“I have a better idea for tonight. What do you say we do things a little differently in the bedroom?”

Cocking his head to the side Kala raised an eyebrow at Conan.

“Oh? What were you thinking of?” He inquired.

A devilish grin appeared upon Conan’s lips as he captured Kala’s in a kiss.

“You remember than one night.” He paused to pull the more slender male into his lap and proceeded to speak while he lavished kissed upon the tanned neck of his lover. “When we were talking about what kinds of kinks we’d like to try.” The bigger males hands slid up Kala’s back as he bite on the area where Kala’s neck met his shoulder. A small moan left Kala’s lips as Conan sucked, nipped and kissed at his neck. It was absolute heaven when Conan would lavish attention to his neck.

“You’re…” Kala moaned again as he shifted so he was straddling his lover. His hand tangled into Conan’s long hair. “You’re point being?” Conan would often make it hard for him to think clearly.

“Well.” Conan’s lips dipped down Kala’s neck to the hollow of his throat licking up from the tender spot to his lover’s ear. Nipping and sucking lightly he whispered into Kala’s ear. “You said you wanted to try some bondage.”

At this statement Kala flushed a bright red but groans as he felt a large hand squeeze his behind. As a result he felt his shorts get a little tight as his member hardened. The mere thought of being tied up helplessly and played with to no end sent shivers of arousal through his body. Helpless and begging, two things he wanted Conan to make him do. He would be at the mercy at Conan’s hand if they went through with this plan. Conan grinned upon feeling the bulge against his stomach.

“Little excited at the thought are you my love.”  Conan’s voice rumbled against Kala’s throat before kissing the smaller male in his arms once more. 

prelude

This is just a teaser for August and Sebastian. I have been DYING to write some fluff/smut with them. Here's some of that for you. NO smut yet but it will be there :D
WARNING: INTENDED FOR MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY!

The sun was setting in the quiet evening. August sat beside her tanned friend gazing at the river before them. It seemed so calm and peaceful. It was just what the two of them needed. To get away from the busy city and clear their minds. They had become good friends since their encounter, both fighting the same common enemy. For now they had a reprieve.  August glanced to Sebastian with a slight look of adoration in her violet eyes, black curls framing her pale face. He may have been older than her but he was still quite handsome, even with the beginning of grey in his dark brown, almost black, hair. A small smile crossed her lips as his hand grasped hers. Hazel green eyes locking with hers.

“Sebastian.” She said softly.

“Hmm?” he replied.

“Let take tonight and forget the world around us. Let just forget all the shit that’s happened and just enjoy the here and now…no regrets.” She said softly.

Sebastian knew she was right and maybe it would be a good thing to just take a night to themselves. After all they did become close friends, saving each-others asses in a bind. One night of being selfish couldn’t hurt could it? He brushed his lips against hers as if to ask if he could kiss her but she pressed her lips to his with a small groan. The man was old enough to be her brother or her uncle but August didn’t care. She wanted him. All of him. Her hand gripped his dark curly hair as he forced his tongue past her lips with a groan. It wasn’t long before August was straddling Sebastian and holding him close to her as she kissed him. Heat emanated from between her legs as she rubbed her clothed sex against the bulge in his pants. He pushed away slightly his hands on her shoulders. She was far too young. He couldn’t do this to her…he could treat her like a common whore. August was so much more than that.

“Sebastian?” Her voice was soft as her fingers stroked his bearded cheek.

“August honey…I can’t do this to you…” He replied.

“Is it because I am too young for you?” She muttered as she cupped his face in her hands. He still appeared very young, save for a few fine lines around his eyes and he was very handsome. A sigh emitted from his lips as he took her hands in his own large ones.

“That’s part of it…” He admitted.

“Sebastian.”

Hearing his name upon her lips made him feel whole. Anytime he heard his name upon her lips there was such a warmth to them. A warmth to her that emanated from her very flesh. Not the warmth one experiences during a fever but a loving, gentle, open warmth.

“I’m eight years your junior and do you think I care? Age does not matter to me.” Her lips curled into a smile as her fingers brushed a few locks of hair out of his eyes. He seemed to lean into her hand as she touched him. Such a soft and gentle touch she had, despite how cruel and vicious she could be. Sebastian hadn’t felt this comfortable, this safe with someone since the fallout with his ex-wife. August had such an effect upon him. She didn’t have to use her telepathy or her ability with illusions to get him to fall for her. It was a quality he enjoyed. She wasn’t one who abused her giftings to gain what she wanted. She used pure sincerity. Something Patricia did not have, he had later realized this once they had separated.

“Besides, I told you to not have any regrets and enjoy the here and now.” She whispered soft before kissing him hungrily. August was right. He shouldn’t have any regrets about now. In this place and time he was with a woman who genuinely cared about him, who thought of him first instead of herself, who was more mentally stable and together than his ex. And he felt the same way for her. A groan left his lips as he kissed her back his strong arms pulling her flush against him. Clothed breasts pressed against his firm chest, he wondered what they would feel like within his hands. Hands slid beneath her flannel shirt and cotton camisole trailing up her back but her back was not smooth. His fingers explored multiple scars upon her back and whatever flesh wasn’t scarred felt so smooth. A pang of pain entered his heart upon feeling the scars. What had August endured before they met? Who had hurt her? Once more he pulled away, his hands splayed upon her back. He felt her shudder beneath his touch.

“Don’t ask me about them now.” She pleaded. August didn’t plead or beg or cry. Him touching her scars made her seem more fragile more vulnerable. Not an aspect she normally would let anyone see. But he knew she trusted her and for the first time in a long time he saw openness in her purple orbs as they gazed into his hazel green ones.

“I won’t sweetheart.” He whispered back before tenderly kissing her plump lips once more. 

Fiore

A/N: Written in the chapter style of George R.R. Martin. Fiore's turn.

Fiore

It was hard to avoid the full moon…or at least the public during the full moon. The glow of the moon filtered through the blinds upon landing upon a figure huddled in the corner trembling.

‘Please don’t let me kill anyone tonight...’ she pleaded with her animal side but then she released a feral scream as her beast took over. Grey blue eyes widened as her nose and mouth elongated into a snout. Hands and feet contorted into wolf’s legs and paws. She fell to all fours silently screaming as a tail sprouted from her tailbone. Ears morphed into pointed wolfs ears and as the fur sprouted form her skin she tossed her head back releasing a long howl. Like a wolf’s. As soon as the transformation completed she trotted out of the flat she resided in, allowing instinct to take over. Sniffing about the place she caught the scent of the cat that had run from her the last full moon, and followed it. Fiore knew that the cat really wasn’t a cat. There was a distinct notion in her being that gave her such a notion. She wanted to find him, not to harm him, but to be friend him. She needed someone to be furry with once a month, not for mating purposes, but just a companion. The feeling of being alone on the full moon frightened her. She hated being alone. Keeping to the shadows she snuck out of her building and out to the alley ways. T’was better if she wasn’t seen, because she was bigger than a normal sized brown wolf and more feral than such, at least when she needed to be. Otherwise she was cuddly with a rather sweet disposition. Unheard of for someone of her kind. A rarity. The scent became faint briefly, she nearly lost it, but then she picked it up again stronger than before. As she followed the scent she came to a small cottage on the outskirts of the town. Upon approaching the door the scent hit her hard. It was so strong that she was positive the being she was looking for was here. The weather outside was a bit chilly and she’d rather not find herself naked in the cold on someone’s door in the morning so she began to whine like a dog would and pawed at the door softly. She paused then began the scratching again. There was smoke coming up from the chimney when she spotted the cottage so she knew someone was home. Once more she whined and scratched at the door. This time it opened for her and she was greeted by the sight of a young woman in sweats with curly black hair and brilliant violet eyes. She saw the smile on the woman’s face and her ears perked up.

“I was wondering when you were coming to find us.” The woman said and stepped aside. Fiore happily trotted in and shook her fur as if trying to shake the cold off of her. She then continued to a sitting room where a warm fire was blazing and proceeded to circle on the rug in front of it and lay down to warm her fur. Her blue grey eyes glanced up to a figure that stared at her in disbelief, his grey eyes widened in surprise.

“August!” he bellowed.

“Oh hush Leon. She’s harmless.” August said as she reentered the room and sat in the other overstuffed armchair, swinging a leg over one of the arm rests. Fiore glanced to the woman who smiled at her. The woman seemed to understand…perhaps she was a lycanthrope…but of a different sort. There were so many in the world and not all of them transformed on the full moon. Hesitantly she rose up on her paws and slowly walked towards the woman, whose name she had discovered was August, ears low in submission. August in turn looked her way and smiled reaching out and placed her hand on Fiore’s head. Her fingers lightly scratched Fiore’s ears. She liked this action from the human. Relaxing under the ear scratch Fiore’s tail began to thump lightly against the floor, panting happily at the attention.

“Woman what are you doing?!” Leon cried.

“Giving her attention. She’s nothing but a sweetheart Leon.” August replied as her hand then descended down Fiore’s back. Fiore relished in the attention she was getting from the woman then laid upon the floor rolling onto her back as if to ask for a belly rub.

“Awe do you want a belly scratch now honey?” August was entertained by this. A hind leg began to shake as August scratched and rubbed the fur upon Fiore’s belly.

“August.” Leon sounded displeased but Fiore didn’t care. She was enjoying the belly rub.

“Leon. She’s a rare type of werewolf. Look at how docile she is.”

Blue grey eyes glanced up at August looking a bit sad. How did the woman know she was a werewolf? She had hidden it so well. Her eyes met the violet ones, flames danced in their reflection.

“Your secret is safe with us honey.” August smiled at her. “You can stay here for tonight.”

Fiore couldn’t believe her luck! First August had let her in to sit by the fire, then she was given an ear scratch and a belly rub, sure her secret about being a werewolf had been spilled but she didn’t care/ August was going to permit her to stay the night anyway. She wouldn’t be alone.

“Fine but please keep her out of my bedroom.”

“Leon what do you have against werewolves.”

“August you know my favorite animal form is a cat. I tend to not like canines so much.”

“Yes but Leon she isn’t fully a canine. She’s a lycanthrope. She didn’t choose to be a werewolf.”

“Just…just keep her out of my room or the night…please…”

“Alright. She’ll stay in mine. Besides I could use a nice warm body to sleep with. I tend to get cold.”

“Don’t forget. Fion’s going to call in the morning.”

Fiore’s ears perked up and she rolled onto her belly at the mention of Fion. How did they know her cousin?

“He’s going to ask us if we’ve made any progress searching for this hydro kinetic guy.”

Leon heaved a sigh.

“I know…and I wish we had a lead…but we still don’t have anything. Your telepathy can only go so far.”

“I know. We’ll find him. He has to be here somewhere.”

“Night August.”

“Night Leon.”

Leon padded out of the room to his own bedroom. Fiore glanced up to the woman who had given her so much attention and placed a paw upon her knee. August glanced to her and ruffled the fur upon her head.

“Let’s go get some sleep girl. We’ll keep each other warm tonight.”

With that being said August rose to her feet and headed out of the room glancing to Fiore. It was if the woman was beckoning to her. Fiore followed obediently but what she heard intrigued her. The woman had telepathy. If she had that ability she could have more. Maybe Fiore wasn’t the only ‘freak’ in this city. They spoke of her cousin and some man he was looking for. Why were they looking for someone who could control water? Fiore didn’t know but she was tired from the evening. All she would have loved to do was flop upon a bed and sleep to her hearts content. AS soon as they entered August’s room she bounded up and vaulted onto the bed. Apparently the sight received laughter from the woman as she crawled into the bed beside her. Fiore scooted closer to August as the woman reached her hand to stroke the furry ears.

“We can talk more in the morning with you. After a nice hot breakfast.”

August spoke to her like she was a person instead of a dog. Fiore was pleased with this fact and licked Augusts face contentedly. Another giggle came from August’s lips as she ruffled Fiore’s fur once more.

“Sleep now.” She said soon drifting to sleep. Fiore licked her hand once more before curling on the covers. Things might be good with these two people, even if one of them wasn’t too fond of her. She’d get to talk to him later. For now she closed her eyes and began breathing deeply as she slipped into a peaceful sleep for the first time in months.