He shifted to accommodate to her smaller frame as she did with him, finding a comfortable spot and protecting her body with his own. Anyone looking in would simply see his much larger bulk, hiding her between himself and the wall as he was. He was not particularly protective of her yet, but he was protective of this strangeness that was developing between them. It wasn't unpleasant. He wanted to feel more of it.
He closed his eyes as she groomed him, sighing through his nose. That was... very pleasant, not like the baths he had alone or the rough scrubbing after a mission if he were injured. Once she had taken a pause in grooming him, he returned the favour with slow and affectionate strokes of his tongue, finding each ear and her forehead, even licking at her muzzle. She smelled like she should be his, but he had not properly won her, not yet. He had to prove himself first.
"In case you haven't noticed, there aren't any others like us here," he rumbled softly. "This is my... space. I test the candidates here because it is mine. Otherwise, it's the only place that is considered to be mine. A wolf needs a den after all. It pleases you?"
Natalia slowly relaxed into the reciprocal grooming, licking at him when the chance arose. It was so strange, this tidal pull she felt towards this black monster, but one she didn't really want to question, simply because it felt complete. She'd been in his presence before, of course, but never had she felt such ease, such belonging.
And now that she'd experienced it, she knew it'd be difficult to relinquish.
She huffed a small snort to his initial response, all but rolling her eyes at his stating of the obvious, even giving his jaw a light nip in remonstrance. She knew that none who had ever entered here before had not left alive, thus her initial defensiveness and readiness to strike first, before she lost what small chance she'd had.
"It pleases me," she replied softly, because it was true. Outside of here, she only had a small cell with a cot and a barred window. Rare was it that they allowed her this form, and so often it itched like fire, the clawing beneath her skin. "It is...comfortable, here." Natalia wiggled even closer, rubbing her head beneath his jaw. "With you." Then she sighed, resigned. "I wish I could stay beyond tonight...but they will come for me, or for you, either one."
He threw his head towards the concrete ceiling at her nip, turning his face aside a moment later before he returned before she could wag her tail two shakes to nip back at her. He nuzzled into her throat, nibbling in a half-grooming, half-play manner. He hummed that she liked his den, and while it was old and likely hadn't been meant for him originally, it was a point of pride anyway. It kept him content to live this life longer anyway.
He had to chortle in amusement at her sigh, returning to grooming her ear. "Not tonight," he replied as if whispering a secret at her. "You are mine until I approach the door. They will leave us be, since I'm testing you and your preparedness," he remarked. He sighed and laid his head on his big paws for a moment. "One candidate stayed here three days because she wouldn't come down from a tree and I waited beneath it that long." And by waiting, he meant he had chewed it down so it toppled.
"So as long as I am here, you are mine and they will not bother us."
She allowed his ministrations, letting her eyes drift closed with the rhythmic motions. It was lulling, comfortable and quiet, but at the same time made her ache, down below her stomach. But she scoffed a laugh at his recollection, opening one eye to gaze at him speculatively.
"Really?" She could believe it, too. But Natalia just shook her head with a wolfish little laugh, tipping her snout away and ruffling her mane to settle back again. She curled close into his big body, craving both his warmth and his scent, both slowly washing over her.
"And what will you tell them?" she finally had to ask, tucking her tail beneath her. "I want to know."
The longer he was here with her, safe in his den, her scent surrounding him, the less likely he was to leave or allow her to leave. He was content, even if he contended with the continued heat of his belly and the growing discomfort of his loins as he nuzzled and groomed her. If anything, he shifted subtly to press closer, aligning his side against her own and using his tail to curl around her backside.
He issued a low wolfish rumble of agreement to her question. No one would come for them; they hadn't yet and he didn't think she would be any different.
"I will tell them that you will make their first and more successful Black Widow," he remarked simply. It was the truth. "But before that door, I think I will say to you that you are mine, and I am yours." He nuzzled at her ear and cheek, breathing her in. The urge to shift forms was starting to press at him.
Rather than express satisfaction or pleasure at his first response, Natalia merely lowered her head, resting it on her crossed paws. "That is...well," she said, tone devoid of inflection. Then she sighed softly. "I suppose the others would have been...proud, perhaps." But she wasn't.
"I don't want to be," came the quiet confession then. "I didn't ask for this, any of it." Then her voice hardened. "But I will not lie down and allow them to destroy me, either." Velvet ears flattened, and her low snarl echoed in the quiet. "We are not their tools, to mold and use as they will."
But that was a battle not to be fought here. Not yet, anyway. So Natalia simply huffed another disgruntled sigh, letting her brief bout of anger fade and returning the soft nuzzle with one of her own, turning her head so that their snouts rested against the other. She coiled her tail with his, gently licking at his lips.
"I will be yours," she agreed quietly. "I would have no other. Only you."
A part of him recognized the feeling, her resistance to this title, and the life that would occur because of it. She thought that she had been a prisoner before; with a lofty title and direct government orders coming down the line, she would be wrapped in as many webs as she was supposed to be weaving. She would be forced to perform on all stages, and in the end, she would be nothing more than a weapon while doing so. Her life or any chance at having one would be over. Perhaps that continued streak of defiance would serve her well as she cut her way across Russia.
He nuzzled against her at her confession, and such an admittance only made her stronger in his mind. She knew what was to come, but she didn't fear it. She would stand for and against it. He groomed her muzzle, ignoring her snarl. It wasn't for him. "But we are," he said simply, a part of him having accepted this life as his own. It was better than... the cold. "Perhaps you will break the mold, show them a strength they have no idea how to deal with. Time will tell. I will be disappointed if they find a way to destroy this spirit."
He hummed at her agreement and it seemed that they strangely had an odd accord. He stretched his paws out and rose, butting his nose against hers before he began to shift forms, his back arching as his form was forced to compress and warp to allow himself a human appearance. His size made his transition take seconds longer than hers, but he flowed naturally from his paws to his hands and feet.
He threw his head back to remove his shoulder length hair from falling into his face before he looked at her. It was his turn to shuffle in to press against her fur, mismatched hands stroking over her body, getting to know her on a different level. Worship her. She wasn't old enough to put on considerable bulk, but she was large for a wolf. Time would allow her a mane of her own to go with increasing size. She would be beautiful indeed.
Her lip lifted and a fang gleamed at his answer, but indeed, it wasn't for him. She'd been their prisoner for as long as she could remember; her childhood memories were of damp stone walls, classical music, pointe shoes. Daggers in the dark. Weight of a loaded gun. She despised killing, but she was excellent at doing so. A tempered weapon, refined until all that was left was reflection; whatever was required to complete the mission. Empty mirrors, gazing back.
"I will be free," she promised him in a hard tone, ears lowered against her sleek head. "And you with me, I swear it." She wouldn't allow him to remain here, a prisoner to this insanity, not while she still drew breath. "I will find a way. Somehow. We will not be resigned to this...farce of a life."
Natalia trailed off, watching with piqued interest as the black wolf rose, shook himself, and wavered from one form to another, emerging as the human man she recognized; dark hair, blue eyes, toned muscle. One of her eyebrows twitched, green eyes still approving. She wiggled to her back when he returned to her, human hands of flesh and metal combing through her thick fur, making her shiver with delightful anticipation.
"You are still very handsome," she told him, tongue lolling out and tail wagging slowly. "Even in this form." Then she giggled, paws waving slightly. "And I very much like your hands in my fur this way." She slowly rolled back over again, arching her spine beneath his palm. "Stroke me harder, my Soldier, just a little...?"
He supposed that he admired her will, the strength of her vindication to remove herself from a situation in which she had existed for likely most of her life. How she had come to be part of the Red Room training program was never explained to him, and he found most of the candidates never survived long enough for it to make a difference. She was different. For a moment, he almost believed her, but experience and recalling pain seasoned him with experience of how unlikely that was. Her attempts would instead hurt her, be used to break her down in a new way.
His fingers reached up to scratch at the fur around her cheeks, and he hummed in response. Had there been a time when he thought he would be free? He couldn't recall. He knew he had fought sometimes because he had the scars to prove it, but the story behind each one was gone. "And when they hurt you for talk and action like that, carry the scars with pride. Even minor resistances are still putting them back on their heels." But he expected no more than that.
He huffed softly at her declaration. "Which means you enjoyed my other form better," he said with a faint smirk on his lips. He reached up to take her wiggling paw, bringing it to his lips for a kiss in a very gentlemanly way before he nipped sharply at her toes. Then he was scratching her back, working his fingers into her thick coat and rubbing vigorously as if finding every itch she could ever have. To have access to the fullness of her back, he rolled up onto his knees and worked, giving her the kind of massage that bridged the gap of pleasure to pain at times.
"You are the most beautiful, and your beauty will only grow with your size and mane," he whispered at her, aware her keen hearing could pick it up. "Such a sensational creature you are."
Natalia listened quietly, almost purring in the wonderful sensation of touch. Her Soldier's hands were large, and strong, his fingers working through her fur with firm possessiveness, and she arched her body for him invitingly. She had to laugh softly, however, and say, "A little, perhaps. You are handsome in both forms, so I am doubly pleased." Her lips quivered in a small smirk.
She lowered her head and her lashes at his praise, turning her head to nuzzle at his hand, then her form began to quaver, slowly morphing into the human female who had earlier entered the enclosure; red curls, supple skin over an athlete's strong frame. The same green eyes glimmered as she turned her head again to catch his eye, unabashed to be on such prominent display.
"You find me beautiful?" Many others had said the same, but always with an ulterior motive. Her bare skin rippled beneath his hands, silently begging for more of his strong touch.
"As long as you approve," he murmured, finding it easier to fall into a more animated state of being the longer that he was with her. The press of orders, brainwashing, and expectations were still there, but with the distraction of their contact, her scent and the fact they were having a real conversation allowed him to ignore much of his other obligations for the time being. In fact, he dare say he even felt mildly human again.
His mismatched hands remained on her even as her form shifted, and he could appreciate the feeling of that change from fur to skin. She might be presenting still, but he wasn't one-hundred percent committed to the sexuality of them. No, he wanted to touch her, smoothing his palms and his fingers across the milky skin of her back, feeling the subtle rise and fall of muscle groups. His fingers swept over scars that they passed, the silent written details of a difficult life lived under the doctrine of the Red Room where strength and secrecy went hand-in-hand.
"Since the first day I laid eyes on you," he remarked with an almost casual shrug. He wasn't shamed to admit it. His hands stroked down her spine, rolling over her hips and then up her belly and passing one between her breasts, just exploring her, familiarizing himself. "They thought your beauty would be marred with the violence of training, but it only made you more beautiful to be covered in blood and struggling."
He had stated that she was his, and oddly enough, Natalia had no protest against it. It simply felt correct. His scent was both arousing and comforting at the same time, his touch even more so, and she could think of no other who might even come close to his strength, his powerful drive. Thus she lay quiet beneath him, letting her body move as it wanted under his stroking hands, feeling her skin ripple in the wake of his caresses.
Nothing was hidden; everything that she was was all too evident in her nakedness; the scars decorating her skin, the testament to the training she had received, some of it by his own dictation. She arched her back when his hands curved around her hips and began stroking upwards over her stomach, and she shivered lightly when those fingertips drifted between her breasts. She couldn't help a low little whine, wiggling about to put more of her flesh under that rough touch.
"I was so young, then," she recalled after voicing a small husky moan, languidly rolling to her back and brazenly letting her arms flop to either side of her head, long curls strewn across the furs like streaks of blood. "Very nearly still a child, angry at everything and wanting only to strike at those who deserved it." Natalia casually draped a bare leg over the Soldier's hip. "You taught me how," she remarked. "To strike first, and fast, and leave no enemies alive afterwards."
A dangerous glint gleamed in green eyes. "They will discover that I've learned your lessons well."
She had been so young then, not yet filled out as she was now. It hadn't even been entirely physical either; she had been a rapid puppy snapping at everything and looking only to cause pain rather than be able to assess the situation and pick targets that were the most threat to her. She had been a gangly redhead with an attitude but a lust for life and an intelligence that made her green eyes light up. Back then, she had been too young, a puppy that needed to be shown that life would never take care of her. She would have to learn to survive on her own, and he had not been kind or soft with her, not like he was now.
He stroked his metal hand over the leg that found its way across his hip, squeezing the thick muscles and then stroking just behind her knee. His grip tightened then, rolling them both in a slow sweet dance as he settled on his back and allowed her to sit on him instead. He hummed at her words, feeling the potency of them.
"Be careful. Take your time. If they suspect your defiance cannot be used for their benefit, they will destroy you," he remarked sagely. "You must play both sides of the field, always showing the smile they expect to see."
Natalia wrinkled her nose, recalling herself back then. Awkward, all knees and elbows, and so clumsy it was nearly embarrassing. But she'd overcome all of that teenaged gawkiness almost overnight, her natural grace and agility springing into full flower within but a few weeks. And just in time, too; she'd had to be quick, agile, and deft, simply to survive.
Particularly when a dark figure had emerged into the training arena and drawn her blood for the first time.
She gave a little surprised gasp when he rolled them over, but she went with him willingly, coming to perch low on his abdomen, knees pressed comfortably against his ribs. Now it was her turn to stroke and touch, pressing the pads of her fingers into his skin, seeking and memorizing the pattern of hard muscle beneath his scarred but so-warm hide.
"I know," she agreed quietly, letting her fingernails press a little deeper. "It will take time, they are always on their guard." Her lip lifted in a lupine growl. "They will use me as they wish, to help build their empire and shape it to their liking." The very thought made her hackle. But there was little help for it, save to be cunning and coy, and careful that she not tip her hand until she was absolutely ready.
Natalia shook tousled curls over her shoulders, leaning forward to press her hands a little rougher into his thick chest, carefully kneading her fingers into his skin. "But what of you, my handsome Soldier? Do you not dream of being free?"
He could definitely appreciate the feel and sight of her perched on his body, and the feel of her knees holding his ribs was securing. She was in a good position to do damage, but he didn't have much care about that. No, he was busy enjoying how her thick curls fell around her shoulders and tickled the tops of her breasts, though his eyes half closed as her fingers roamed over his chest which had fewer scars that he likely should have given the life that he lead. The largest patch of it was around where flesh gave way to metal of his left arm.
"And what lesson does their use of you teach you about empires?" He understood her growl, but he wanted to impress on her the idea of a long-game. "They fall from within, so you must help them build it while also carefully laying the ground work for its own destruction later." He thought that she was fully capable of doing that. She might have been one of many who would be in place for that to happen.
The corner of his lip quirked as he set his hands on her thighs and stroked up and down them. "I don't dream," he said softly. "I don't think I'm allowed." He pushed himself up enough that he could lean in to nuzzle her breasts and clavicles with his cheek and chin. "You are as close to freedom as I think I will ever have."
There was wisdom in his words; indeed, in all his teachings. Natalia listened obediently, her hands never ceasing in their slow, measured strokes. She wanted his flesh beneath her hands, even as much as she wanted her freedom from this man-made hell. She gave a shrug of agreement; he was right, of course, and she'd be foolish to ignore his years of experience.
"The most powerful kingdoms were felled from within, or so history teaches," she mused thoughtfully, pausing when he pushed up from his recline to bury his nose between her breasts, prompting a soft giggle from the tickling. Her hands dove into his hair, fingers sliding through the strands almost lovingly. She couldn't help but rub her body against his, lowering her head to gently nip at the rounded edge of his ear, soothing the minute sting with a slow lap of her tongue.
"That is...sad," she breathed softly, stirring the tendrils of dark hair against her cheek. "I wish more for you, you deserve more." She drew fingernails lightly down the length of his muscled, scarred back. "You are so much more than their animal."
He couldn't recall the life he had before waking up in the Red Room's hands, though he was certain that there had been a life. It was all foggy and lost to him, and his handlers were not keen to explain anything, going so far as to objectify him as little more than 'the American' when they decided to refer to him in polite company. He was their Soldier, a weapon in which they often deployed to help build their empire from within, much in the same what she might also built it. In giving her advice, he hoped that she would be resistant to the webs that would tangle her over time, that she would leave herself ways to escape.
"Or so history teaches us, but don't forget, history is written by the victors," he reminded her. They must always look on all sides of the situation so limit the risk of not being caught unaware. "I need you to be better than history teaches us; I need you to someday be free." He was an adult; he had lived a life he didn't remember, but she had been taken as a child. A wolf of her nature and beauty deserved to run free and wild as she pleased.
He tipped his head towards her fingers, rumbling against her chest and his arms tightening around her waist even as he sat up entirely. She, of course, was forced by gravity to settle into his naked lap, and that was such a warm thrill to experience. Their bodies moved together, rubbing and writhing against each other. He gave her ass a light swat for the ear nipping antics.
"I am their weapon," he murmured against her skin. He was below animal. "You need to concentrate on wanting more for yourself. I'll help you."
In contrast to his years of life and experience, she was still so very young. She'd learned patience, the hard way, but every now and then a bit of that youthful impetuousness broke through her mirrored demeanor and made itself present. Such as now.
Natalia gave a saucy toss of her head, the movement settling her even firmer over her Soldier's lap, and her fingernails dug into the corded muscles of his broad shoulders as she gazed down at him, green eyes narrowed in mild pique. "They might have made you into their weapon," she disagreed, "but you were not born this way."
She took his head in her hands, lifting his face to meet her eyes. "You will help me, and I will help you." It was a promise she meant to keep. "If we are to be together, you and I, we both must be free of this place, and their collars and leashes." Leaning into him, she let her lips just brush over his, a tender caress. He was warm, so warm against her skin, and she refused to think of him as naught more than their beast, especially when she knew he was so much more than that.
She shifted in his embrace, a scintillating rasp of flesh against flesh, pulling a soft gasp from her as she nuzzled at him. "I know what I want," she breathed against his cheek. "I have always known." Green met blue, dark with promise. "...I want you."
She was young and tenacious, he would agree, but he wondered how much of that would come under pressure after her graduation when she would then be employed as she had been trained to be. Would they take more from her than they had already done so? Break her down slow and insidious now that she had proven her skills, a step back from their more... direct methods. Time would tell, and he wasn't certain that he would be as involved with her after this all finished up. Perhaps they would serve similar missions. Perhaps this would be their one chance of being close.
He was quiet at her assertion about his birth, instead leaning his head in to nuzzle her rich red curls and feeling them against his skin. He had no idea where he come from or how long ago. "Does it matter? We have each other for the time being, but we both know it will be short-lived," he murmured, nuzzling up her neck with his nose and then nipping at her jawline. He hummed at her intentions not about to dissuade her from trying but aware it would cause her considerable pain in future. He would assist, but in the end, if it meant sending her out on her own and him remaining, he thought it wasn't so bad. He wouldn't remember for long, which made him tired.
Her kiss still soothed him and he nipped at her lower lip playfully, corner of his own lips twitching mischievously. "Mmm, sweet talking me now," he murmured, sucking on the corner of her jaws as his mismatched hands stroked up and down her bare back as he rocked his hips under her own. Her weight was delicious but it was her scent that was keeping his body feeling so warm. "Aren't you supposed to best me?" He was teasing, winking at her as he threatened to roll her right under him with a tip of his hips to the right.
She didn't know what her future held, but she did know that it would entail shadows, blood, and death, all of which given and taken by her hand. She too was a weapon, a sleek, deadly thing full of sweet smiles and poison kisses, trained to be a chameleon and groomed to help shape the future. She did have thoughts of what the coming days might hold, but only in the deep shadows of the night, and only when a certain pair of pale blue eyes allowed her respite from their piercing gaze.
But the soft nuzzling of an inquisitive nose and a scruffy cheek commanded all of her attention now, and Natalia willingly gave it, tipping back her head to allow her Soldier's warm affections. She affronted a mild pout at his assertion that their time together would only last until the morning, and probably no longer - it might be weeks, months, or even years before she saw him again, and that dark thought sent a bolt of ice through her belly - but then he was nipping at the edge of her jaw and then her lips, mirroring her tilted smile with a small one of his own.
"It's the truth," she informed him with a small huff, but a teasing light gleamed beneath dark lashes. Then she giggled, carding a hand through his dark hair, instinctively moving her lithe, pale body over his, feeling him stirring between her thighs. His scent was thick in her nostrils, prompting the small, stilted rock of her hips against his, and Natalia gave him another little laugh and a single arched eyebrow.
"Haven't I?"
Her arms tightened around his shoulders when she felt him shift, and Natalia gave a little squeal of surprise, but was uncaring that he toppled her to her back amid the furs; she wasn't letting go, evidenced by her legs crossing around his waist, and her fingers dragging gentle nails down his back.
The time for talk seemed to have settled down, and he found that he was perfectly comfortable in their mutual nuzzling and touching. She might have been the first that he found himself savouring the contact from, her fingers finding all the right spots that he enjoyed, her breasts resting on his own chest and the alluring v-shape of her legs curling lazily around his hips.
"You definitely have not yet," he remarked, but it was more a quiet tease. And rolling them over was such a reward given the sound that she made and the way that her legs curled around his hips. His furs were well worn in, comfortable and still fluffy, and he couldn't help the automatic reaction to grind their hips together, his interesting by now very apparent, which might have been mildly confusing. He knew what it meant of course, but it hadn't been an aspect to his life in... well, for as long as he could remember.
He rolled his back into her nails, lowering his head to kiss up and down her neck as his hands stroked her sides and down over her hips, hiking them up so he had a better angle to rub against her wetness. And he could tell when their scents went from teasing to something more serious, the tug and pull towards mating and his intentions on that front should have been clear. "We'll belong to each other after this night. No one else will know. Our secret." Theirs in a land where secrets were currency.
She'd been schooled in seduction, knew how to incapacitate a target seven different ways from this very position, but the thoughts going through her mind were far from how to attain mission completion within the specified time limit. Instead, she focused on the smooth lips ghosting up and down her throat, unable to stifle a shiver as they brushed over the scent glands near her pulse, the sensation sending a jolt through her that ended at her hips, jerking upwards into his.
Natalia breathed a moan, filling her nose with his now-darker scent, letting it wash over her as she shivered in his arms. They'd taught her the mechanics of this, but had been careful to suppress those natural instincts over the years...until now. Until she was to be sent for her final evaluation, tested by an Alpha who hadn't bred a female in...decades.
She knew their game. She was far from stupid, after all. But wasn't it just a shame that they would get everything that they wanted, and nothing that they expected? Because she had found a mate in this half-wild wolf, pressing down thick and hard atop her willing softness. A mate for whom she'd sacrifice everything necessary, if it meant their freedom. Together.
Her body was ripe; soft, inviting, pliant - her head spun when she felt him pull her hips upwards at a sharper angle, rubbing his thickness against her warm slick. Hearing his fervent promise, Natalia moaned her agreement, strong thighs flexing against his hips in silent invitation.
Their secret. He had no idea how long it would last. Human noses wouldn't pick up their scents and how they changed to suit one another only. It didn't mean that they wouldn't have to be careful or that this might be their only real opportunity. There would be signs of course, but they would have to work hard at avoiding them being detected, and he would use his long history of disinterest when it came to females to his advantage.
All the same, he was careful with her. He could scent that she hadn't been with another before, so he took his time to tease her before he took hold of himself in one hand and guided his way inside of her. He was slow about it, adding gentle pushes and leaning down to suck upon the source of her scent at her bonding glands. He stretched her walls, both forcing her to accommodate but giving her time to adjust to the feeling as well even if every instinct was taking over to mate her harsh and fiercely, make her his and no one else's.
Thankfully a human mind overrode wolf instinct. He settled inside of her entirely and stilled so that she had time to adjust. They were in this together. He gave little rolls of his hips, not entirely thrusts just movements so she could understand what sort of sensations were to come. "So beautiful..."
She was writhing on the furs thanks to his damnable teasing, squirming and whimpering soft little noises of want and desire. Her body was primed for his, all too willing for him to stake his claim, take everything she had to offer. Nevertheless, Natalia gasped and momentarily froze when she felt him pressing between her thighs, pushing into flesh flushed and inviting. Then she whined, feeling her body stretching almost painfully, but it came on the heels of the most unbelievable pleasure, and her head fell back on a soft, throaty moan when her Soldier sealed his mouth over her neck.
Feeling him sink ever deeper, Natalia tried to keep still, to take him properly, but she just couldn't stop the instinctive roll of her body beneath his, wanting to clutch him tighter and closer and never let him go ever again. Her fingernails scored red lines across his shoulders, settling to grip at his upper arms, pressing into both flesh and metal. The sensations he evoked within her were magnificent, and she told him so amid breathy whimpers and low soft moans.
Finally he pressed flush against her, and Natalia stretched beneath the delicious weight of his heavy body, feeling him buried so very deep inside of her. He moved slightly and she mewled, every twitch an electric current wound through her skin. She rolled her hips beneath his, stilted little twitches just to make her gasp, and then smirked up at him, threading her hands through his hair then taking his face between her palms to bring him down to kiss.
"Da," she breathed in agreement, against his mouth. "You really are."
His breathing was harder now than even after their chase or after exercise. He was restraining himself, but for him, the sensations were just as intense. Mating was a powerful incentive that he had largely been denied or been previously disinterested in. Even now, he couldn't recall what mating was like with another, couldn't put a face to a name or even a name to the oddly familiar sensations that seemed to creep down from the front of his brain. Disjointed and fuzzy, they were confusing but also easily ignored. There was just her blazing at the forefront of his mind.
He leaned his head into her hands, eyes fluttering closed at the kiss, his lips moving against her own. He smoothed his hands down and then up her sides, his fingers softly stroking over her ribs before he set his hands down into the furs so that he could lift his upper body off of her own. "Such compliments..."
He punctuated his comment by slowly withdrawing himself halfway and then thrust back inside of her, keeping things slow and easy at first, even if pleasure and wolf instincts clawing at his mind. She was wet and tight around him, silky walls inviting and he was gradually picking up his pace when he felt that she was adjusting well. Being a good mate meant not hurting her too badly. A few bruises was fine but he could do a lot of damage, and he wanted them both to enjoy this pleasure. His brain was already foggy with it, wanton and lusty and he sounded off with little growls of pleasure.
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He closed his eyes as she groomed him, sighing through his nose. That was... very pleasant, not like the baths he had alone or the rough scrubbing after a mission if he were injured. Once she had taken a pause in grooming him, he returned the favour with slow and affectionate strokes of his tongue, finding each ear and her forehead, even licking at her muzzle. She smelled like she should be his, but he had not properly won her, not yet. He had to prove himself first.
"In case you haven't noticed, there aren't any others like us here," he rumbled softly. "This is my... space. I test the candidates here because it is mine. Otherwise, it's the only place that is considered to be mine. A wolf needs a den after all. It pleases you?"
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And now that she'd experienced it, she knew it'd be difficult to relinquish.
She huffed a small snort to his initial response, all but rolling her eyes at his stating of the obvious, even giving his jaw a light nip in remonstrance. She knew that none who had ever entered here before had not left alive, thus her initial defensiveness and readiness to strike first, before she lost what small chance she'd had.
"It pleases me," she replied softly, because it was true. Outside of here, she only had a small cell with a cot and a barred window. Rare was it that they allowed her this form, and so often it itched like fire, the clawing beneath her skin. "It is...comfortable, here." Natalia wiggled even closer, rubbing her head beneath his jaw. "With you." Then she sighed, resigned. "I wish I could stay beyond tonight...but they will come for me, or for you, either one."
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He had to chortle in amusement at her sigh, returning to grooming her ear. "Not tonight," he replied as if whispering a secret at her. "You are mine until I approach the door. They will leave us be, since I'm testing you and your preparedness," he remarked. He sighed and laid his head on his big paws for a moment. "One candidate stayed here three days because she wouldn't come down from a tree and I waited beneath it that long." And by waiting, he meant he had chewed it down so it toppled.
"So as long as I am here, you are mine and they will not bother us."
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"Really?" She could believe it, too. But Natalia just shook her head with a wolfish little laugh, tipping her snout away and ruffling her mane to settle back again. She curled close into his big body, craving both his warmth and his scent, both slowly washing over her.
"And what will you tell them?" she finally had to ask, tucking her tail beneath her. "I want to know."
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He issued a low wolfish rumble of agreement to her question. No one would come for them; they hadn't yet and he didn't think she would be any different.
"I will tell them that you will make their first and more successful Black Widow," he remarked simply. It was the truth. "But before that door, I think I will say to you that you are mine, and I am yours." He nuzzled at her ear and cheek, breathing her in. The urge to shift forms was starting to press at him.
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"I don't want to be," came the quiet confession then. "I didn't ask for this, any of it." Then her voice hardened. "But I will not lie down and allow them to destroy me, either." Velvet ears flattened, and her low snarl echoed in the quiet. "We are not their tools, to mold and use as they will."
But that was a battle not to be fought here. Not yet, anyway. So Natalia simply huffed another disgruntled sigh, letting her brief bout of anger fade and returning the soft nuzzle with one of her own, turning her head so that their snouts rested against the other. She coiled her tail with his, gently licking at his lips.
"I will be yours," she agreed quietly. "I would have no other. Only you."
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He nuzzled against her at her confession, and such an admittance only made her stronger in his mind. She knew what was to come, but she didn't fear it. She would stand for and against it. He groomed her muzzle, ignoring her snarl. It wasn't for him. "But we are," he said simply, a part of him having accepted this life as his own. It was better than... the cold. "Perhaps you will break the mold, show them a strength they have no idea how to deal with. Time will tell. I will be disappointed if they find a way to destroy this spirit."
He hummed at her agreement and it seemed that they strangely had an odd accord. He stretched his paws out and rose, butting his nose against hers before he began to shift forms, his back arching as his form was forced to compress and warp to allow himself a human appearance. His size made his transition take seconds longer than hers, but he flowed naturally from his paws to his hands and feet.
He threw his head back to remove his shoulder length hair from falling into his face before he looked at her. It was his turn to shuffle in to press against her fur, mismatched hands stroking over her body, getting to know her on a different level. Worship her. She wasn't old enough to put on considerable bulk, but she was large for a wolf. Time would allow her a mane of her own to go with increasing size. She would be beautiful indeed.
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"I will be free," she promised him in a hard tone, ears lowered against her sleek head. "And you with me, I swear it." She wouldn't allow him to remain here, a prisoner to this insanity, not while she still drew breath. "I will find a way. Somehow. We will not be resigned to this...farce of a life."
Natalia trailed off, watching with piqued interest as the black wolf rose, shook himself, and wavered from one form to another, emerging as the human man she recognized; dark hair, blue eyes, toned muscle. One of her eyebrows twitched, green eyes still approving. She wiggled to her back when he returned to her, human hands of flesh and metal combing through her thick fur, making her shiver with delightful anticipation.
"You are still very handsome," she told him, tongue lolling out and tail wagging slowly. "Even in this form." Then she giggled, paws waving slightly. "And I very much like your hands in my fur this way." She slowly rolled back over again, arching her spine beneath his palm. "Stroke me harder, my Soldier, just a little...?"
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His fingers reached up to scratch at the fur around her cheeks, and he hummed in response. Had there been a time when he thought he would be free? He couldn't recall. He knew he had fought sometimes because he had the scars to prove it, but the story behind each one was gone. "And when they hurt you for talk and action like that, carry the scars with pride. Even minor resistances are still putting them back on their heels." But he expected no more than that.
He huffed softly at her declaration. "Which means you enjoyed my other form better," he said with a faint smirk on his lips. He reached up to take her wiggling paw, bringing it to his lips for a kiss in a very gentlemanly way before he nipped sharply at her toes. Then he was scratching her back, working his fingers into her thick coat and rubbing vigorously as if finding every itch she could ever have. To have access to the fullness of her back, he rolled up onto his knees and worked, giving her the kind of massage that bridged the gap of pleasure to pain at times.
"You are the most beautiful, and your beauty will only grow with your size and mane," he whispered at her, aware her keen hearing could pick it up. "Such a sensational creature you are."
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She lowered her head and her lashes at his praise, turning her head to nuzzle at his hand, then her form began to quaver, slowly morphing into the human female who had earlier entered the enclosure; red curls, supple skin over an athlete's strong frame. The same green eyes glimmered as she turned her head again to catch his eye, unabashed to be on such prominent display.
"You find me beautiful?" Many others had said the same, but always with an ulterior motive. Her bare skin rippled beneath his hands, silently begging for more of his strong touch.
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His mismatched hands remained on her even as her form shifted, and he could appreciate the feeling of that change from fur to skin. She might be presenting still, but he wasn't one-hundred percent committed to the sexuality of them. No, he wanted to touch her, smoothing his palms and his fingers across the milky skin of her back, feeling the subtle rise and fall of muscle groups. His fingers swept over scars that they passed, the silent written details of a difficult life lived under the doctrine of the Red Room where strength and secrecy went hand-in-hand.
"Since the first day I laid eyes on you," he remarked with an almost casual shrug. He wasn't shamed to admit it. His hands stroked down her spine, rolling over her hips and then up her belly and passing one between her breasts, just exploring her, familiarizing himself. "They thought your beauty would be marred with the violence of training, but it only made you more beautiful to be covered in blood and struggling."
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Nothing was hidden; everything that she was was all too evident in her nakedness; the scars decorating her skin, the testament to the training she had received, some of it by his own dictation. She arched her back when his hands curved around her hips and began stroking upwards over her stomach, and she shivered lightly when those fingertips drifted between her breasts. She couldn't help a low little whine, wiggling about to put more of her flesh under that rough touch.
"I was so young, then," she recalled after voicing a small husky moan, languidly rolling to her back and brazenly letting her arms flop to either side of her head, long curls strewn across the furs like streaks of blood. "Very nearly still a child, angry at everything and wanting only to strike at those who deserved it." Natalia casually draped a bare leg over the Soldier's hip. "You taught me how," she remarked. "To strike first, and fast, and leave no enemies alive afterwards."
A dangerous glint gleamed in green eyes. "They will discover that I've learned your lessons well."
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He stroked his metal hand over the leg that found its way across his hip, squeezing the thick muscles and then stroking just behind her knee. His grip tightened then, rolling them both in a slow sweet dance as he settled on his back and allowed her to sit on him instead. He hummed at her words, feeling the potency of them.
"Be careful. Take your time. If they suspect your defiance cannot be used for their benefit, they will destroy you," he remarked sagely. "You must play both sides of the field, always showing the smile they expect to see."
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Particularly when a dark figure had emerged into the training arena and drawn her blood for the first time.
She gave a little surprised gasp when he rolled them over, but she went with him willingly, coming to perch low on his abdomen, knees pressed comfortably against his ribs. Now it was her turn to stroke and touch, pressing the pads of her fingers into his skin, seeking and memorizing the pattern of hard muscle beneath his scarred but so-warm hide.
"I know," she agreed quietly, letting her fingernails press a little deeper. "It will take time, they are always on their guard." Her lip lifted in a lupine growl. "They will use me as they wish, to help build their empire and shape it to their liking." The very thought made her hackle. But there was little help for it, save to be cunning and coy, and careful that she not tip her hand until she was absolutely ready.
Natalia shook tousled curls over her shoulders, leaning forward to press her hands a little rougher into his thick chest, carefully kneading her fingers into his skin. "But what of you, my handsome Soldier? Do you not dream of being free?"
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"And what lesson does their use of you teach you about empires?" He understood her growl, but he wanted to impress on her the idea of a long-game. "They fall from within, so you must help them build it while also carefully laying the ground work for its own destruction later." He thought that she was fully capable of doing that. She might have been one of many who would be in place for that to happen.
The corner of his lip quirked as he set his hands on her thighs and stroked up and down them. "I don't dream," he said softly. "I don't think I'm allowed." He pushed himself up enough that he could lean in to nuzzle her breasts and clavicles with his cheek and chin. "You are as close to freedom as I think I will ever have."
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"The most powerful kingdoms were felled from within, or so history teaches," she mused thoughtfully, pausing when he pushed up from his recline to bury his nose between her breasts, prompting a soft giggle from the tickling. Her hands dove into his hair, fingers sliding through the strands almost lovingly. She couldn't help but rub her body against his, lowering her head to gently nip at the rounded edge of his ear, soothing the minute sting with a slow lap of her tongue.
"That is...sad," she breathed softly, stirring the tendrils of dark hair against her cheek. "I wish more for you, you deserve more." She drew fingernails lightly down the length of his muscled, scarred back. "You are so much more than their animal."
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"Or so history teaches us, but don't forget, history is written by the victors," he reminded her. They must always look on all sides of the situation so limit the risk of not being caught unaware. "I need you to be better than history teaches us; I need you to someday be free." He was an adult; he had lived a life he didn't remember, but she had been taken as a child. A wolf of her nature and beauty deserved to run free and wild as she pleased.
He tipped his head towards her fingers, rumbling against her chest and his arms tightening around her waist even as he sat up entirely. She, of course, was forced by gravity to settle into his naked lap, and that was such a warm thrill to experience. Their bodies moved together, rubbing and writhing against each other. He gave her ass a light swat for the ear nipping antics.
"I am their weapon," he murmured against her skin. He was below animal. "You need to concentrate on wanting more for yourself. I'll help you."
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Natalia gave a saucy toss of her head, the movement settling her even firmer over her Soldier's lap, and her fingernails dug into the corded muscles of his broad shoulders as she gazed down at him, green eyes narrowed in mild pique. "They might have made you into their weapon," she disagreed, "but you were not born this way."
She took his head in her hands, lifting his face to meet her eyes. "You will help me, and I will help you." It was a promise she meant to keep. "If we are to be together, you and I, we both must be free of this place, and their collars and leashes." Leaning into him, she let her lips just brush over his, a tender caress. He was warm, so warm against her skin, and she refused to think of him as naught more than their beast, especially when she knew he was so much more than that.
She shifted in his embrace, a scintillating rasp of flesh against flesh, pulling a soft gasp from her as she nuzzled at him. "I know what I want," she breathed against his cheek. "I have always known." Green met blue, dark with promise. "...I want you."
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He was quiet at her assertion about his birth, instead leaning his head in to nuzzle her rich red curls and feeling them against his skin. He had no idea where he come from or how long ago. "Does it matter? We have each other for the time being, but we both know it will be short-lived," he murmured, nuzzling up her neck with his nose and then nipping at her jawline. He hummed at her intentions not about to dissuade her from trying but aware it would cause her considerable pain in future. He would assist, but in the end, if it meant sending her out on her own and him remaining, he thought it wasn't so bad. He wouldn't remember for long, which made him tired.
Her kiss still soothed him and he nipped at her lower lip playfully, corner of his own lips twitching mischievously. "Mmm, sweet talking me now," he murmured, sucking on the corner of her jaws as his mismatched hands stroked up and down her bare back as he rocked his hips under her own. Her weight was delicious but it was her scent that was keeping his body feeling so warm. "Aren't you supposed to best me?" He was teasing, winking at her as he threatened to roll her right under him with a tip of his hips to the right.
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But the soft nuzzling of an inquisitive nose and a scruffy cheek commanded all of her attention now, and Natalia willingly gave it, tipping back her head to allow her Soldier's warm affections. She affronted a mild pout at his assertion that their time together would only last until the morning, and probably no longer - it might be weeks, months, or even years before she saw him again, and that dark thought sent a bolt of ice through her belly - but then he was nipping at the edge of her jaw and then her lips, mirroring her tilted smile with a small one of his own.
"It's the truth," she informed him with a small huff, but a teasing light gleamed beneath dark lashes. Then she giggled, carding a hand through his dark hair, instinctively moving her lithe, pale body over his, feeling him stirring between her thighs. His scent was thick in her nostrils, prompting the small, stilted rock of her hips against his, and Natalia gave him another little laugh and a single arched eyebrow.
"Haven't I?"
Her arms tightened around his shoulders when she felt him shift, and Natalia gave a little squeal of surprise, but was uncaring that he toppled her to her back amid the furs; she wasn't letting go, evidenced by her legs crossing around his waist, and her fingers dragging gentle nails down his back.
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"You definitely have not yet," he remarked, but it was more a quiet tease. And rolling them over was such a reward given the sound that she made and the way that her legs curled around his hips. His furs were well worn in, comfortable and still fluffy, and he couldn't help the automatic reaction to grind their hips together, his interesting by now very apparent, which might have been mildly confusing. He knew what it meant of course, but it hadn't been an aspect to his life in... well, for as long as he could remember.
He rolled his back into her nails, lowering his head to kiss up and down her neck as his hands stroked her sides and down over her hips, hiking them up so he had a better angle to rub against her wetness. And he could tell when their scents went from teasing to something more serious, the tug and pull towards mating and his intentions on that front should have been clear. "We'll belong to each other after this night. No one else will know. Our secret." Theirs in a land where secrets were currency.
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Natalia breathed a moan, filling her nose with his now-darker scent, letting it wash over her as she shivered in his arms. They'd taught her the mechanics of this, but had been careful to suppress those natural instincts over the years...until now. Until she was to be sent for her final evaluation, tested by an Alpha who hadn't bred a female in...decades.
She knew their game. She was far from stupid, after all. But wasn't it just a shame that they would get everything that they wanted, and nothing that they expected? Because she had found a mate in this half-wild wolf, pressing down thick and hard atop her willing softness. A mate for whom she'd sacrifice everything necessary, if it meant their freedom. Together.
Her body was ripe; soft, inviting, pliant - her head spun when she felt him pull her hips upwards at a sharper angle, rubbing his thickness against her warm slick. Hearing his fervent promise, Natalia moaned her agreement, strong thighs flexing against his hips in silent invitation.
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All the same, he was careful with her. He could scent that she hadn't been with another before, so he took his time to tease her before he took hold of himself in one hand and guided his way inside of her. He was slow about it, adding gentle pushes and leaning down to suck upon the source of her scent at her bonding glands. He stretched her walls, both forcing her to accommodate but giving her time to adjust to the feeling as well even if every instinct was taking over to mate her harsh and fiercely, make her his and no one else's.
Thankfully a human mind overrode wolf instinct. He settled inside of her entirely and stilled so that she had time to adjust. They were in this together. He gave little rolls of his hips, not entirely thrusts just movements so she could understand what sort of sensations were to come. "So beautiful..."
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Feeling him sink ever deeper, Natalia tried to keep still, to take him properly, but she just couldn't stop the instinctive roll of her body beneath his, wanting to clutch him tighter and closer and never let him go ever again. Her fingernails scored red lines across his shoulders, settling to grip at his upper arms, pressing into both flesh and metal. The sensations he evoked within her were magnificent, and she told him so amid breathy whimpers and low soft moans.
Finally he pressed flush against her, and Natalia stretched beneath the delicious weight of his heavy body, feeling him buried so very deep inside of her. He moved slightly and she mewled, every twitch an electric current wound through her skin. She rolled her hips beneath his, stilted little twitches just to make her gasp, and then smirked up at him, threading her hands through his hair then taking his face between her palms to bring him down to kiss.
"Da," she breathed in agreement, against his mouth. "You really are."
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He leaned his head into her hands, eyes fluttering closed at the kiss, his lips moving against her own. He smoothed his hands down and then up her sides, his fingers softly stroking over her ribs before he set his hands down into the furs so that he could lift his upper body off of her own. "Such compliments..."
He punctuated his comment by slowly withdrawing himself halfway and then thrust back inside of her, keeping things slow and easy at first, even if pleasure and wolf instincts clawing at his mind. She was wet and tight around him, silky walls inviting and he was gradually picking up his pace when he felt that she was adjusting well. Being a good mate meant not hurting her too badly. A few bruises was fine but he could do a lot of damage, and he wanted them both to enjoy this pleasure. His brain was already foggy with it, wanton and lusty and he sounded off with little growls of pleasure.
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gdi sorry this is so late :<
♥♥♥♥♥ Ditto
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