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Index was once a small and close-knit community, but the town located on the western side of Washington state has grown in recent years beyond anyone's expectations. It is the ideal place for those who work in Seattle but can't afford the city's high real estate prices, and for others the natural beauty attracts them to the town. And Index truly is a beautiful place - surrounded by thick evergreen trees, tall mountains and glistening rivers and lakes. While weather is typically rainy with overcast skies even this does nothing to take away from the beauty of the town, and it is only highlighted further when the heavy snow graces the town and caps the mountains in winter. To many, Index would seem like a paradise. And yet lurking beneath this visual beauty there is more to this town than anyone might ever imagine...

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Giovanni Michael Reyes | Wolf; Warrior/Fighter

Posted on Fri Mar 31, 2017 12:33 am

“Yeah, dude!” I exclaimed enthusiastically. I guess you could say I was a master exaggerator but I can say with a hundred percent certainty that we at least didn’t want to kill each other, and I know this because it would have already happened by now. I don’t see why we can’t just all get along? So maybe I’m a bald wolf, maybe I should become more vicious like the rest of them.
 
I really am having a fucking extremely difficult time adapting to this life. I don’t want to end up bitter and disorientated in my future, yet I felt like that’s the way I’ve been heading for a long time now. “Hey, that fang feeds me and that’s all I really need.” I crossed my arms over my chest and stared down at her. She was short as shit, she had to be about a whole foot shorter than me.  “All I’m saying is that she’s treated me a lot better than any other god damn wolf has so...” I retorted running a hand through my hair. It was the god damn truth too.
 
It was impossible not to size her up as she twirled. I winced when I saw the blood splattered across her sides. “Ouchh. Fuck.” I cursed underneath my breath. Honestly, I wanted more than anything then to run my hands down her spine and just get to the base of her ass and…
 
Oh fuck, see. I’m not into rape and I don’t know if this is some sort of fucking twisted joke Gayle is playing with me so I rather not. “Yeah, I do have a problem with it. How do I know you don’t have aids, for one? And I’m going to be honest, I haven’t fucked anyone in over a year and I’m dying…at this point I believe you’re the bone Gayle just threw at me for revenge.” She tossed the blanket back to me and I grabbed it with my left hand.
 
You see this is what happens when I try to be a good wolf. A decent person. She wasn’t going to make this shit easy was she? Fuck and she was so fine. Hmmm. I untangled the balled up blanket and slowly made my way up behind her close enough, our bodies now only but a few inches away from each other. I gently ran my hand onto her neck to move her hair over to one side so that her bare neck was exposed.
 

That smell was intoxicating and it felt as if I got hit by a 12-ton semi-truck with it. “You asked for it.” I whispered softly into her ear before I gripped some of her hair and yanked it in the direction of my lips, letting the blanket fall onto the tile beneath our feet. I pulled her into my mouth and my tongue hungrily danced around hers.

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Lilith Alysbury | Wolf; Warlord/Battlelord

Posted on Sun Apr 02, 2017 7:09 am

So this wolf and I had something in common. Wolves weren’t exactly our best of buds. Mine was in part due to my own temperament. My outward attitude toward them in an effort to make sure they understood not only how being a Lone changes you for the worst but also that Lones were not wolves to be taken lightly. When I considered the pack he came from I could see why he might not feel welcomed with open arms. With a fucking Alpha like Onyx who hated everyone, was hard not to. Though to feel that disconnected that he would see getting fed was a sign of acceptance, and from a Fanger. What in the serious fuck? Was almost comforting in a sick kind of way. To meet another wolf who was clearly as bonkers as I was. Though this was a whole different level of sixes and sevens in comparison to what I had swirling about in my head. I wanted to ask him about his experiences with the Pacific. Wanted to ask him about why the fuck Gayle would imprison him and keep him alive when it didn’t look as if he was riddled with bite marks or had any medical drips hanging from his body. Wanted to but didn’t.

I also wanted to point out that Wolves couldn’t get fucking aides. That there would be no way I would have them anyway because I didn’t offer the chance for any wolf to get far enough to find out what diseases I might carry. Also wanted to get angry about the fact that he had just called me a bloody bone. That he had insinuated that Gayle had invited me over, flicked me a fucking text or something and suggested a little blind date with her dirty little secret. Wanted to, but didn’t. Why do you ask? Why didn’t Lils do what she did best and probe for information? Knowledge was power and having ammunition of any description even insignificant shit had always been very important. How was I able to squash any desire to flip my shit and bite back with venom a plenty at what could be taken as insults by the wolf everyone knew to be an utter bitch? The answer was very simple and also very complicated in the very same breath.

Because his tongue was in my mouth.

Simple because I couldn’t speak…obviously.

Complicated because I liked it.

An electric shock of what should have been rage was not that at all. I had somewhat given him an invitation should have expected this, but I hadn’t, not at all. What was worse is that I hadn’t figured I would react the way I did. My back instantaneously arched, pressing my hips towards him, pushing my chest upwards. An action that came with a soft growl of surprise that evolved into a moan of delight. A weight began to feel lifted from my shoulders as my nose sharply took in a breath of wolf, forcing my lips to match the hunger of his mouth. It had been a year for him. Which was a pretty fucking long time. If I had any control over my brain maybe I could have counted the months back to the last instance of weakness that had brought me back to Dominion’s bed. 

No sense managed to beat its way into my consciousness. All that mattered was the heat radiating from his body and the rough tug on my hair. Raising a hand my fingers clawed up under his shirt, taking a journey of discovery along his stomach, rising to discover the muscles of his side, eventually ending on his back. Nails grazing the skin the further my hand ventured. The opposite hand dug under the waistband of his pants. What was extra fucky was the fact that even though I was aware of the wolf in front of me, his smell, his lips. With my eyes closed, I could only see the eyes of someone else. Blues that flickered into glowing white.

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Giovanni Michael Reyes | Wolf; Warrior/Fighter

Posted on Thu Apr 13, 2017 12:11 am

My fingers gripped her chin as I pressed hard kisses on her jawline and trailed down to her neck. I could feel the warmth and not to mention, an extremely apparent erection developing in my jeans. Could you blame me though? I mean, fuck, I had a hot ass naked blonde chick in my bed room and one thing led to another. Not my fault. I plead the fifth.
 
I could feel the hard tips of her nipples pressing onto my shirt and all I could think of was wanting to bite them or squeeze them. I didn’t think it was a good idea. Although that ship has sailed quite a long fucking time ago now. I was shocked she didn’t bitch slap me but right now as I brought my lips back to hers all I could think of was that fuckin’ smell like wild strawberry and her tongue in mine.
 
My eyes flew open and a cocky grin spreads across my face as I feel her nails digging into my back. She did like it. I could cross making out with a naked Warlord off of my bucket-list now.“Shouldn’t-we-at-least-be-on-first-name-bases?” I spoke in between short and messy desperate kisses. I wasn’t really into the one-night stand thing, but at this point I could literally fuck a mutant cow with its legs cut off.
 
   
“Mmm” I moaned as her hand began to travel to places I hadn’t been touched in what seemed like fucking centuries. I guess that’s my cue. I pushed her hand away and rapidly picked her up, straddling her legs around my waist and making my way deeper into the room. I aggressively threw her on my bed as I began to remove my shirt. I couldn’t stop now. Yo, I’d never eaten wolf pussy. I began with slow and soft kisses to the thighs…

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Lilith Alysbury | Wolf; Warlord/Battlelord

Posted on Mon Apr 17, 2017 12:32 pm

Why did we need names? Actually, that was a good idea. Though I couldn’t be sure if knowing his was going to stop me from moaning out something completely different. This could be a test run. If I was indeed going to adopt a little black book strategy in order to keep my hands, mouth and other things to myself when around the Alpha. Then I at least needed to know whether I could hide the reason why I was fucking anything that was up for a ride. Didn’t need a single wolf knowing that I regularly fantasized about their fucking Pack Master every time I slept. If I was screaming Onyx! during sex there was no way I would be able to lie my way out of it. “Luxx.” When mewling out my own name I was made aware of how pornographic it could sound in the right circumstances. Made me briefly wonder why Dominion had chosen it for me in the first place. Fuck. Probably shouldn’t be thinking about him either. Focus Luxx. Focus. Oh who was I kidding? If my brain was working as intended right now I’d give more of a fuck about how mental this was.

When lifted the image of Onyx wrapping my legs about his hips to push me up against his truck was remembered. Thankfully it was dispelled as I was carried to and dropped onto a bed. No cold metal to allow the memory to continue in place of what was actually happening. I let out a satisfied moan at being handled more like the leading lady in a dungeon porno than a delicate flower. Clearly he was desperate. That normally would have left a bitter taste in the back of my throat. More than enough reason to punch him right in the nuts rather than let this continue. Right now though it just squashed any flicker of guilt that might had reared its ugly head at using him for a release. My hands and mouth were just as fucking desperate. Needed this so badly.

When he removed his shirt something beyond fucked happened. At first I got a very delicious glimpse of what I had bought into. Boy was built. Thank the Ancestors. But as his top came over his head, a waterfall of long rose gold hair fell from the fabric. Liked to have said I was surprised. That I was downright horrified. That just wasn’t the case. I stared into the seductive eyes of the Ancient Fanger with the same starvation as I had offered up to the wolf who had been there but a moment ago. Fang juice had given me the odd bad trip. The first time it had happened I had flipped my shit. Really freaked out. Having a total meltdown on the side of the road on my way towards Index. Now it was actually fairly uncommon. I assumed I was drinking so many different varieties of blood that none were really given enough of a foothold in my subconscious to give me erotic fantasies of the truly mutant kind. Gayle’s blood was far more potent than anything I had ever taken before. Not only was I not surprised at watching her lips run their way up my leg but I also couldn’t find any disgust either. Would fuck me up royally in the head later. Knowing that I’d let and enjoyed the corpse bride going down on me but in the moment it was registered as being completely and totally normal.

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