Papercut - Urjasz

[Anastasia Kirilovna Marisova]

ANASTASIA KIRILOVNA MARISOVA

→ IT'S HARD TO SEE THE PAIN BEHIND THE MASK BEARING THE BURDEN
SHE STANDS HARD AS A STONE IN A WORLD THAT SHE CAN'T RISE ABOVE ←

Now that she didn’t feel so suffocated by him being on top of him, she felt less trapped. She hadn’t felt too trapped, of course. Just a little overpowered. The voice in her head was silent now, at least fairly content with how things were going. Anastasia wasn’t doing or saying anything she didn’t think she’d normally do, so she figured that was what was going on. Well, despite the fact that she was being ridden by Urjasz right then she wasn’t doing anything that she didn’t think she’d normally do. A stray thought crossed her mind, and she wondered how often Urjasz had thought about doing this very thing with her. Her moans slowly started to grow in volume as the pleasure continued to build, and she clutched Urjasz tightly. She had started to feel pretty feverish under him, her skin flushed and a thin layer of sweat worked up from their tryst. She let out another moan and gasped his name again.

→ A FRAGILE SOUL CAUGHT IN THE HANDS OF FATE ←

→ STARRING Urjasz
→ COUNTING 164
→ LOCATION Bedroom
→ WEARING ~
→ NOTES ~
→ LYRICS By Martina McBride

[Urjasz Volkova]

When I am seen.
I am feared.
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Anastasia, the normally sweet and quiet shifter that lived by herself, was moaning and groaning his name in such a lust that it was hard to even believe. Urjasz himself was building up and he wasn't far from exploding inside her. How he wanted this to last longer. Oh how he did. He had no expectations of ever being allowed a second go so he was considering this a treat, no a reward for all his nice behaviour lately. It was only fair that she give something back after all. Had that been why he had made a move? He figured he'd never really know, although he could quite happily live with that idea. Sometimes the mysterious of life were the best parts. As he began to build up to his limit, he went hard and deep inside her, more so as he got closer. With a loud groan and pushing himself deep inside her, he exploded within her, filling her up with his seed. "Holy shit....." he began, before looking down at his member. "Fancy a round two? I've got plenty more in me" he panted out, determined to try keep it going a little while longer.

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[Anastasia Kirilovna Marisova]

ANASTASIA KIRILOVNA MARISOVA

→ IT'S HARD TO SEE THE PAIN BEHIND THE MASK BEARING THE BURDEN
SHE STANDS HARD AS A STONE IN A WORLD THAT SHE CAN'T RISE ABOVE ←

Oh how it was strange this was happening. A couple months ago she wouldn’t have even gone anywhere with Urjasz, and now she’d let him take her to his room, and now they were having sex. Of course, most of it was because of the hyena in her—the voice, that personality. . . all of it wasn’t her—was pushing her toward it. But even she hadn’t expected the werewolf to kiss her. Had Urjasz expected to get this out of it? Whatever the case, it was happening and it seemed that everyone was enjoying it, so there couldn’t have been anything wrong with it, could there? Her moans got louder, and she bucked her hips with each thrust Urjasz made. She arched her back and gasped loudly as Urjasz thrust inside her. He started to reach her limit, and Anastasia moaned as he came inside her, trembling slightly as the moment slowed for a minute. “Fancy a round two? I've got plenty more in me,” Urjasz asked, sounding a tad bit eager. Anastasia opened her mouth to respond—she was a bit tired—but words came out that she hadn’t meant, the moment of intense passion and emotion leaving room for the voice to slip in. “Yes—yes again,” it begged.

→ A FRAGILE SOUL CAUGHT IN THE HANDS OF FATE ←

→ STARRING Urjasz
→ COUNTING 213
→ LOCATION Bedroom
→ WEARING ~
→ NOTES =O
→ LYRICS By Martina McBride

[Urjasz Volkova]

When I am seen.
I am feared.
_______________________

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Despite sounding like a school boy waiting for the holidays, his eagerness was strangely rewarded. It was one of those moments where he had spoken and rerun the words in his mind, only to realise what a prat he had sounded. His own eagerness was displayed in her voice and despite the wolf inside screaming that something was wrong, he pulled out of her and gave her a quick smile. Taking a box of tissues from the side counter, he pulled a couple of tissues and cleaned her up, before then grabbing some clean ones for himself. Throwing them into the bin nearby, he lay beside her, his member still hard and took a deep breath. "How about you take charge of this one? Let's see just how eager you are to have me inside you" he instructed with a heavy dose of teasing involved. If there was some kind of change in her, who was he to let it slip under the radar?

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[Anastasia Kirilovna Marisova]

ANASTASIA KIRILOVNA MARISOVA

→ IT'S HARD TO SEE THE PAIN BEHIND THE MASK BEARING THE BURDEN
SHE STANDS HARD AS A STONE IN A WORLD THAT SHE CAN'T RISE ABOVE ←

He didn’t question it, and Anastasia wasn’t sure if she was put off by it or not. He was probably just ignoring it so he wouldn’t lose out on this. Anastasia was too worn out physically—it wasn’t like she just went around having sex all the time so she wasn’t particularly conditioned for it—and she was already mentally unstable enough that she couldn’t fight the influence of her other half. Urjasz laid on his back after a moment and Anastasia pulled herself into a seated position, looking at him half-curiously. “How about you take charge of this one? Let's see just how eager you are to have me inside you,” came the instruction. Anastasia blushed slightly and gave a sheepish, nervous smile as she looked down at the crinkled bed sheets. Daktari had asked the same thing of her and she’d opted out, and again her fears of inadequacy was making her want to decline. However, something seemed to grab her by her midsection and then she was sitting over him, grinning. Head tilted back, the tiny blonde lowered herself until she felt Urjasz inside her and she let out a sigh of satisfaction before she started to ride him, slow and deep at first.

→ A FRAGILE SOUL CAUGHT IN THE HANDS OF FATE ←

→ STARRING Urjasz
→ COUNTING 207
→ LOCATION Bedroom
→ WEARING ~
→ NOTES Who's up for round two!
→ LYRICS By Martina McBride

[Urjasz Volkova]

When I am seen.
I am feared.
_______________________

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It was a very strange situation. She responded normally at first with her usual nervous and shy looks, and then she was on him, the devil in her smile. Every moment she was with him, the creature inside was surely growing stronger. Had he, by accident, managed to do what Daktari had been trying to do for so long? Sliding down onto him, he already wanted to explode in her once more, the sight of her body riding his simply blowing his mind away. Unlike Daktari, Urjasz did not hate the sweet and innocent girl Anastasia had always been. However, he couldn't help but think of the possibilities of having a hornier, more daring Anastasia around the house. In the past they had always been fleeting thoughts but now he was actually with her, so much more became possible. A new door was opening to Urjasz and it was up to him to decide if he took advantage or not.

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[Anastasia Kirilovna Marisova]

ANASTASIA KIRILOVNA MARISOVA

→ IT'S HARD TO SEE THE PAIN BEHIND THE MASK BEARING THE BURDEN
SHE STANDS HARD AS A STONE IN A WORLD THAT SHE CAN'T RISE ABOVE ←

She didn’t know what was going through the head of the werewolf under her, but she didn’t much care, either. He wasn’t complaining, he wasn’t stopping her, and she felt nice. It didn’t matter that Anastasia was tired and just wanted to lay down for a moment and that she felt that sitting here on top of Urjasz was a little strange. . . she had a lot more in her and this was far too nice to squander for the time being. She started to work her hips harder, using her knees to move herself up and down and she let out a moan of pleasure, stopping for a moment to grind against him—something Anastasia wouldn’t have thought of—and then she bent down, placing her hands on either side of Urjasz, pressing her lips passionately to his as she continued to bounce on top of him.

→ A FRAGILE SOUL CAUGHT IN THE HANDS OF FATE ←

→ STARRING Urjasz
→ COUNTING 149
→ LOCATION Bedroom
→ WEARING ~
→ NOTES ~
→ LYRICS By Martina McBride

[Urjasz Volkova]

When I am seen.
I am feared.
_______________________

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His hands were on her rear, guiding her to the best spots as she rode him like a professional. He was starting to wonder how many people she'd slept with before as she was not the virgin type he had expected. Perhaps she had always fancied him and now she had her chance? That thought made Urjasz smile, looking up and down her body once more. The shy little thing who wanted a piece of the big bad wolf, it made sense. At least that logic was keeping him from asking questions. They could come afterwards. During the "cuddle zone". Her lips met his as she began to stop and grind occasionally, such moves he would never expect of her. All he could assume that is was simply her naughty side coming out to play. Would she be quiet and shy after? Only time would tell. He almost wanted to push his luck but he wasn't sure if it was worth a shot. He wasn't even sure if he liked it. With a clear hesitation in his voice, he asked one word. "Anal?" If there was a change, this would reveal it.

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[Anastasia Kirilovna Marisova]

ANASTASIA KIRILOVNA MARISOVA

→ IT'S HARD TO SEE THE PAIN BEHIND THE MASK BEARING THE BURDEN
SHE STANDS HARD AS A STONE IN A WORLD THAT SHE CAN'T RISE ABOVE ←

It had taken one action to start the situation, and one word to put it on hold. Urjasz broke their kiss and before she could connect it again, the simple question slipped from his mouth. “Anal?” Anastasia’s eyes opened and she sat up—briefly wondering how she had ended up on top of him like that as she had no recollection of doing so and the past several minutes were all kinda blurry to her—a strange look of shock on her face. “E-excuse me?” she stammered, wondering if the implications of what he said were really what she was thinking about. Had he just asked—if she want to get in the ass? Beat red, Anastasia looked away from him, obviously uncomfortable with even speaking about it. Fuck it might be interesting, the voice muttered. In the end Anastasia had been so affronted by that single word he’d spoken that she’d overridden anything that damned voice wanted her to do. “I—I don’t think. . . that’s a little. . . .”

→ A FRAGILE SOUL CAUGHT IN THE HANDS OF FATE ←

→ STARRING Urjasz
→ COUNTING 173
→ LOCATION Bedroom
→ WEARING ~
→ NOTES Way to ruin the mood!
→ LYRICS By Martina McBride

[Urjasz Volkova]

When I am seen.
I am feared.
_______________________

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It was funny how one little word could stop a whole situation. He knew he was pushing his luck but it had worked in the kitchen. Don't ask don't find out. She stopped dead in her tracks and embarrassment took over her. Sitting up, he ruffled her hair and joked "Only kidding. I was just making sure it was you in there. Don't want to be the product of some silly little merge. And I'll let you in on a secret; I'm an anal virgin......and both ways before you ask. Ain't no guy sticking it in my.... ah I was stupid to ask. Forgive me?" Kissing her neck, he took his time with each kiss. "Whatever got you here in this bed, let it take over. I want you. I always have. Ride me once more?" he said between kisses, terrified that he had killed the mood. All that worrying and he'd gone said something stupid. He could almost curse at the wolf that had got him to test his limits. Like a bad dog it was in the corner of his mind whimpering, tail between its legs.

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[Anastasia Kirilovna Marisova]

ANASTASIA KIRILOVNA MARISOVA

→ IT'S HARD TO SEE THE PAIN BEHIND THE MASK BEARING THE BURDEN
SHE STANDS HARD AS A STONE IN A WORLD THAT SHE CAN'T RISE ABOVE ←

Relief swept through Anastasia when Urjasz didn’t attest her response to his request—suggestion?—and merely sat up and held her for a moment. Anastasia didn’t know what she would have done had he been angry with her. Having this wolf mad at you didn’t seem like the healthiest thing in the world. “Only kidding. I was just making sure it was you in there. Don't want to be the product of some silly little merge. And I'll let you in on a secret; I'm an anal virgin. . . and both ways before you ask. Ain't no guy sticking it in my. . . ah I was stupid to ask. Forgive me?” he asked before kissing her neck lovingly. Anastasia was just relieved he wasn’t going to push it and try harder. She nodded her head slightly and gave a sheepish smile, still the color of a pale tomato. “I do. . . ,” she said quietly. “Whatever got you here in this bed, let it take over. I want you. I always have. Ride me once more?” came a request that Anastasia could deal with. She nodded her head slightly and murmured an obedient “Sure.” She waited for Urjasz to lay back down before she started again, timidly at first while she was still in the same mindset. Once she got going, that playful little smirk returned and she went back to her old pace.

→ A FRAGILE SOUL CAUGHT IN THE HANDS OF FATE ←

→ STARRING Urjasz
→ COUNTING 237
→ LOCATION Bedroom
→ WEARING ~
→ NOTES ~
→ LYRICS By Martina McBride

[Urjasz Volkova]

When I am seen.
I am feared.
_______________________

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Relieved by her acceptance of his mistake, he was gently given the cue to lie back down and he did so without any questions. Now he could easily assume that she would return to her shy self when they finished. Even now the wolf was unsure that he had heard a change in her voice as she had turned down something Urjasz would never expect her to do. In a way it was reassuring. He hadn't just got with some merged Anastasia, she was still the shy little thing he had a hard on for. Unlike a lot of girls he got with, he needed to be a bit more caring with her. Which made him question himself; why had he asked the most shy person he's ever slept with to do something most girls wouldn't. She was soon back at her original pace, the passion and lust back to its former glory.

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[Anastasia Kirilovna Marisova]

ANASTASIA KIRILOVNA MARISOVA

→ IT'S HARD TO SEE THE PAIN BEHIND THE MASK BEARING THE BURDEN
SHE STANDS HARD AS A STONE IN A WORLD THAT SHE CAN'T RISE ABOVE ←

Anastasia closed her eyes and arched her back slightly as she bounced. This really wasn’t as bad as what she thought it would have been, and she wondered why she had thought there was something bad about this. It was a little disconcerting that he was looking up at her like that—and she generally was just a timid creature and taking charge like she was meant putting herself on the line and risking coming off as inadequate. She was really starting to get tired, her legs burning from pushing herself up and letting herself drop like that, her breaths coming quick and rapid as she rode him. The voice had taken a side seat for a while, but its influence was still present as she moved a little faster and a little harder. She moaned to herself and bent down to lie half against his chest, but still propped up slightly. Finally, she started to reach her limit and she let out one last loud moan as she stopped, her small frame trembling slightly as her orgasm swept through her body.

→ A FRAGILE SOUL CAUGHT IN THE HANDS OF FATE ←

→ STARRING Urjasz
→ COUNTING 182
→ LOCATION Bedroom
→ WEARING ~
→ NOTES ~
→ LYRICS By Martina McBride

[Urjasz Volkova]

When I am seen.
I am feared.
_______________________

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Through their connected body he could feel her begin to tremble and shiver, tell tale signs that she was reaching her orgasm. Normally a guy would try to hold out but he was already on round two and knew he could be pushing it for more. Her thrusts were longer and deeper as she neared her end, his own member reaching the brink. Her orgasm turned him on so much, the thought that she would get pleasure from him a major turn on. Taking hold of her rear again, he held on as she rode him. Leaning his head back in pleasure, he closed his eyes for a moment, before looking back into her eyes. She moaned with pleasure as she reached her peak and he exploded inside her, filling her up once more. Sitting up, he wrapped his arms around her, holding her shaking body as she sat upon him. "It's always nice when we finish together" he admitted, stroking her hair as he embraced her.

[It's taken two hours to put that post out, computer kept crashing -_-]

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[Anastasia Kirilovna Marisova]

ANASTASIA KIRILOVNA MARISOVA

→ IT'S HARD TO SEE THE PAIN BEHIND THE MASK BEARING THE BURDEN
SHE STANDS HARD AS A STONE IN A WORLD THAT SHE CAN'T RISE ABOVE ←

For now it seemed like it was over and she could rest. Breathing heavily, she lied on top of Urjasz and drew comfort from his strong embrace. She was still in complete shock that she was there in the first place, but Anastasia had never been very good at telling people no. Of course she knew that the person talking to her inside her head had something to do with it—though said person wasn’t really a person at all, just some new personality that had been created out of all of the traumatic experiences in order to help her to better cope—but the whole situation really hadn’t been terrible. She had enjoyed herself, and even now as the last little tremors of pleasure left her body, Anastasia was pretty alright with the fact that it had happened—even if she wouldn’t admit it out loud to anyone. Anastasia also had had a bit more sex with more people that she would have thought she ever would, and she really wasn’t sure if it was a good or bad thing. “It's always nice when we finish together,” he said after a moment. Anastasia looked up at him and tilted her head to the side, then gave a meek smile, offering only a one-word agreement. “Yeah.” Closing her eyes, she just laid there for a moment, lulled by the warmth from his body and the fatigue in her own.

→ A FRAGILE SOUL CAUGHT IN THE HANDS OF FATE ←

→ STARRING Urjasz
→ COUNTING 239
→ LOCATION Bedroom
→ WEARING ~
→ NOTES Aw that sucks. Well after this I won't be able to post for about three hours--class time mixed with the time to get home.
→ LYRICS By Martina McBride