Instincts

Author's Note: Another, older, one shot sort of thing I found rummaging through old files. Have at it, I guess. >_> Reviews, etc are appreciated, good or bad.

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The cat padded softly forward from the tall, dying grass, the pawpads on her silent feet doing much to muffle the noise of crackling leaves, and snapping twigs. She twitched her whiskers slightly, raising her maw just a bit to scent the previously undiscovered clearing.

A dead fire lay in the middle, surrounded by large stones. Blackened, still glowing logs sat neatly in the middle, arranged in a sort of spiral, one supporting the other. A shabby tent had been erected at some point, several patches having been stitched in poorly in several places, a cloth blanket having been placed before it. What caught her eye however, was the rather over-stuffed bag of items, sitting seemingly abandoned near the tent.

The cat twitched her nose once before approaching the object. No sooner had she placed a paw on the object, did a glinting flash of silver plant itself unsettlingly close to her feet. She backed up just a bit, and looked in the direction from whence it came.

A slightly perturbed elf stood at the far edge of the clearing, a second throwing dagger held between his nimble-looking fingers. Silvery platinum locks fell down past his shoulders on either side, as he eyed the intruding animal with cool, softly glowing eyes. The Kal’dorei man was clad simply in only a pair of well stitched leather leggings, dyed a dark gray, nearly black. His top half remained bare; a collection of old and new looking scars crisscrossed about various parts of his chest and torso. His handsome, shaven face however, remained untouched.

The man began forward, his pair of soft soled boots muffling the sounds of his steps so much so that the Druidess had to look down to be sure he was not simply floating. She then shook her head, ridding her mind of the distraction before backing up, meaning to leave the angered elf to his shabby camp.

“I don’t take kindly to mongrels sniffing around my things, cat…” He said to the animal, his voice low and dangerous.

An expression of wide-eyed fear crossed the cat’s features as the rogue went for the sharpened kris at his belt. The soft, ashen colored fur rolled back then in one fluidic motion, as her body rearranged itself to present the man with her true form.

“Please, I wasn’t trying to steal anything… I was just looking, I swear…” The woman held her hands up, palms facing outward in the universal harmless gesture.

The Kal’dorei man seemed just a bit surprised at this, arching an eyebrow as he eyed the Druidess’s new form, his cool eyes lingering perhaps too long. His attention was only brought back as the woman took a step backward, meaning to leave in the direction she had come.

He seemed to vanish then, before reappearing at her back, as if he had taken one, single shadowy step to appear behind her. A strong hand had moved up to grab a handful of her thick, lustrous green hair, the sharpened edge of a dagger held to the delicate skin of her neck.

He leaned in slightly, pressing his barely clothed body to her robed one, whispering fiercely into her ear, his lips nearly brushing her lobe. “I take even less kindly to lying shape shifters…” He reinforced this point by pressing the sharpened edge just slightly into her flesh, not enough for her to bleed yet, but enough for her to squirm against him.

Her hands remained unmoving at her side, afraid to try and defend herself at this point, as her heart thudded wildly in her chest. She turned her head just slightly to look at him. Araidia gasped softly as the grip on her hair tightened, the brief intake of breath perfumed with his scent.

Something stirred within her then, as she breathed him in. A soft ache began throughout her body, starting at her chest, and working downward to lower things. She turned her head slightly more toward him, angling her face upward and taking a deep breath, one of her hands moving slowly to rest against his upper thigh, as she pressed her body back into him just slightly.

The rogue seemed slightly taken aback at the strange reaction, merely freezing for the moment. She made a soft sound at him, her eyes half lidded as her mouth opened to speak, but no words came out; only another soft, needy noise.

The stirring within her seemed to burn from the inside out. Her veins were full of adrenaline as she pressed against the rogues firm, muscled body. The burning ache continued to spread, every nerve in her body screaming for attention, as an almost primal want over took her.

“I… I need… I can’t help but want… “ She started, unable to speak full sentences at this point, as her more basic instincts seem to overcome her.

The man looked at her, seeming to ponder the situation for a moment, a platinum white lock of hair falling to cover one eye and brush against her cheek. She made a soft noise at the small touch, the simple strands of hair seeming to feel like the finest strands of silk.

“Please…” She breathed pleadingly, the hand on his thigh moving back behind her and between him, to lightly brush him.

The rogue seemed to think about this a moment longer, before an eyebrow arched and he smiled, almost sinisterly.

“Very well. If you wish to… apologize… for your intrusion in that manner, I’m not one to refuse soft skin, and a hot touch…” He spoke the last with his mouth against her ear, his hot breath caressing her skin as he took the sharpened dagger from her throat and placed it back onto his belt.

He released her hair and turned her around in his arms, pressing his body roughly against hers, as she cried out, her expression full of that odd, sudden need that had erupted only moments ago. She brought her hands up to rest on his chest for a moment, staring at it as if trying to remember how to function. A soft breath left her as she began to run her hands over his scarred, but firm flesh.

He grunted softly, uncomfortably, bringing a hand up to grab both of her tiny wrists in his large hand. He then rotated them, placing her back against a tree, effectively pinning her as her ample breasts were pressed against his bare chest. He brought his hand up, her wrists still within his grasp and held it against the tree, her arms above her head now.

She whimpered softly at him, leaning her face forward as if to kiss or lick him.

“Patience, my cat…” He said huskily as she pressed her lower body against his, rubbing against the growing bulge between his legs. His mouth came down to lick at the exposed skin of her collarbone, nipping softly at the pale flesh before his mouth’s attention rose to the smooth, delicate expanse of her neck. She cried out as his hot tongue licked across area just above her jugular.

“Your heart beats so fast for me, Cat. Are you really so much in need…?” He teased her, nipping slightly here and there before moving down to assault the area between her neck and shoulder. His free hand came up to begin to undo the sash that held her thin, airy robe to her body. The rogue managed to free the cloth belt from its knot, and the garment went slack around her body, opening enough to show a line of pale flesh all the way down her body, revealing at the same time that she wore nothing under the dark, earthy colored cloth.

He stared hungrily at her body, taking in the peek of flesh from her open robe. Tossing the belt aside, he brought the free hand up to slip into the thin opening, gripping her breast roughly, if only to hear her cry out. She did, writhing against him with need, for a moment.

“P… please, I…” She began, before gasping loudly as his skilled fingers found her pert, rosy nipple. He twisted it lightly in his grasp, alternating the action with a firm tug. She whimpered loudly again, squirming to free her wrists from his still strong grasp.

“Mmm, you really do want it badly, don’t you, pet?” He cooed at her, bringing his face close to her. She looked at him with a needy, pleading expression, moving her mouth forward almost immediately in an attempt to meet his, hungry for contact.

He jerked his head back, just out of reach, until she groaned loudly and arched her head skyward, writhing again. He brought his mouth forward, licking at her neck in one quick motion before the hand at her breast began to descend.

Hot fingertips burned across her skin as they traced along her toned stomach and lower, to her hairless womanhood. She panted softly, her chest heaving just a bit as his digits traced across her lips for a few agonizingly long moments, before slowly slipping a single finger into her hotness. She cried out, high and piteous, attempting to lower herself and edge more of him inside.

He wouldn’t allow it, just yet, however, and pulled his finger away from her, before moving in to whisper against her ear.

“Already so eager, and I haven’t even brought it out yet…”

With the mention of it, the Druidess’ golden eyes glanced down between them, eying the large bulge now pressing against the confines of the rogue’s lower garment. She stared longing at it, before her attention was then brought to his hand, as it moved to the strings that held his pants secure.

She watched, wriggling impatiently as he slowly undid the bindings at the top of his pants, eventually loosening them enough to slip them partway down his legs. She made a soft noise and struggled against the grip on her wrists, as she finally saw his exposed length.

He laughed heartily, moving the open robe a bit to expose more of her own body, as his free hand caressed her midsection again before moving between her legs once more. Instead of teasing her with a finger, he instead placed his palm underneath her thigh, lifting her leg to wrap around one side of his waist. The repositioning of her leg then allowed him to move forward just enough to brush his head against the opening of her body.

She cried out again, and whimpered, struggling against him again.

“Please…! I…! I need you to…!” She started, panting heavily between words, and writhing with need.

“Need me to what, my cat…?” He inquired, feigning ignorance, as he pressed the tip of his elongated self more firmly against her hot flesh, not enough to penetrate her to any degree, but plenty to drive her wild.

Araidia huffed at him, her chest heaving enough that the cloth around them slipped off to reveal her flesh. “I… I need you to… to put it inside. I ache for it… I need it… Please!” She begged, wriggling once again in attempt to free her hands.

Her grinned wickedly at her, waiting for several long, painful seconds before suddenly slamming his hips forward and up, impaling her on his hard shaft. She moaned loudly, arching back outward from the tree she was pinned against, her head pointed skyward.

He paused, sheathed inside her for a moment, he himself panting softly at this point. He slowly released the firm grip on her wrists, and she immediately brought them to his shoulders, to steady her one-legged stance.

He grunted, shifting slightly and eliciting a whimper from her. “So… fucking tight…” He breathed, spreading his feet slightly as one hand went to support her raised leg, the other moving to grab the other and pull it up to wrap around his waist as well. “Sooo… tiiight…” He hissed, securing her legs around him and leaning forward to more firmly pin her against the tree and himself, assuring that she wouldn’t fall between.

She trembled softly, her lower self twitching around him at the sudden intrusion and repositioning. “I…” She began softly, entangling her fingers in his snowy hair. “I… I told you that I needed it…”

He said nothing, but moved his hands to rest underneath her, cupping her butt in his hands and squeezing slightly. She moved upward, pressing against him, and whimpering, and the soft sound seemed to be enough to spur him into action.

With the strength of his hands and arms supporting her, he pulled back and out before thrusting forward and into her, repeating the action afterward with increasing speed. She moaned loudly at each thrust, her body rocked upward with the impact of his motions. Her head tilted back again, as the sounds burst forth from her throat amidst her throes of ecstasy.

Over and over again, he lifted her as he pulled back, and dropped her back down onto him as he slammed his hips forward and into her hot wetness, each time drawing delicious sounds from her parted lips.

“You… you’re so… it fills me so wonderfully…” She breathed, taking a moment to glance down between their bodies to watch his long thickness continually invade her hot core. “Dear gods, you’re going to break me…!” She exclaimed, before moaning loudly at the invasion of her body.

The rogue shifted his angle then, pulling her hips down onto him with more force, their bodies slapping together with every increasingly forceful thrust. She all but screamed at the changed angle, arching her back way from the tree once again to press against him.

“Right there…! You’re hitting it… Aaah, right there! Don’t… don’t ever stop!” She cried out, the hands entangled in his hair moving to grip at his shoulder, sharp nails digging into already scarred flesh as an almost cat-like sound trickled from her throat.

The rogue grunted as she involuntarily tightened around him, though his pace did not slow. He hammered himself upward into her almost wildly, growling softly at the wonderful sensation. “You squeeze me so tight, my cat….” He breathed heavily for a moment, still thrusting into her wetness. “…That I cannot barely even move within you…”

His thrusts had become so forceful, that her body all but bounced atop his cock, her breasts following the same motion, as she continued to moan loudly skyward. Her head came forward suddenly as she leaned over, panting heavily. Her mouth found his neck, as did her teeth, and she bit down in the blindness of her passion with a feral growl, drawing a loud sound from him.

The pain only seemed to spur further, as he drove himself even more wildly into her tightness. Her head flew back as she cried out yet again, the spot on his shoulder a wicked looking imprint of the Druidess’ sharp teeth.

Her hands once more entangled themselves in his platinum hair, as she brought her face close to his, resting her forehead against the side of his face, and nuzzling.

“I’m close… jus’… just a little more…!” She moaned, wrapping her legs tighter around him.

He grunted loudly before simply picking her up and away from the tree, moving to lay her down on the thick blanket that had been placed between the tent and the fire. He supported himself over her with one hand as he took half a moment to reposition himself, leaning up to pull her by her thighs closer to his body.

Her legs wrapped securely around him once more, he hovered over her, supported by his arms as his hips once again assumed their quick, hard thrusts. Araidia writhed beneath the man, her nails racking down the sides of his arms as her hips began their own motions, meeting him in mid-thrust.

“Aaah… You…! You feel so good, so deep…” She breathed, slamming her hips upward as he brought his down. “I’m so…! Almost, jus’…!” She said between moans, before the welling sensations within her finally burst.

She screamed, her inner muscles clamping down around to the point that the two could almost not complete the motions save for her slickness. The incredible tightness brought a loud groan from the rogue’s lips as he trembled slightly above her.

“So tight… So hot, it burns…” He breathed to her. She cried out loudly, her entire body shuddering as her nails dug into the flesh of his back. This added sensation brought him then, as his hardened length erupted within her, blast after blast of searing liquid shooting into her core.

A hand came up to the back of his head, and brought him down to her suddenly, her mouth hungrily seeking his. Their lips met in the wake of their climax, and the Druidess eagerly sought his returned affection. The rogue kissed her back just as firmly, as she moaned into the union, drawing his lip into her mouth and biting down, almost involuntarily.

The rogue drew back, partly from the stinging in his lip, and the need for air. He panted heavily, as did she, as his moving hips slowed, and he lay unmoving within her. He shifted his weight, bringing a finger up to dab at his mouth.

The tip came away red, but the silver-haired man grinned down to her.

“Kitty has a mouth full of sharp teeth, it seems…”

She looked up at him, her eyes heavy with some unknown emotion, as she shivered slightly, the raging need within her quelled for now. She, however, offered a lazy smile and a soft blush.

“Mm… my apologies…” She said, resting her hands on his forearms as he still sat supported over her. He grinned down to her again, before moving his hips backward, pulling out of her with a shudder.

She shivered again, whimpering softly as he stood and began to re-tie the fastenings of his pants. Araidia perked an ear when he finished, eying the sash of her robe in the grass, as he turned his now marked back to her.

The rogue leaned over to retrieve the small throwing knife from the dirt that had started the entire encounter, and placed it back into the spot on his belt with the rest of them. He then turned back around, smiling, his hands opening as he began to talk.

“Now then, my cat, I-….” He stopped, surprised at not seeing the mostly nude woman on the blanket where he had left her. He arched an eyebrow, glancing about the camp.

The soft cloth sash that had held her garment to her body was missing from its place on the grass. A trail of footprints led out of the campsite, the prints resembling humanoid feet, before suddenly becoming paws, and then nothing at all.

The rogue chuckled softly.