Post by cherish on Dec 28, 2004 10:42:33 GMT -5
There's been a lot of questions going around lately about how exactly control is learned over a lycans beast during sex. So I went to the book that Richard and Anita had the conversation pertaining to information on the subject. The following exerts were taken from book 10: Narcisus in Chains
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He looked down, then up, and there was such sorrow in his dark eyes, that
I almost said, no, don't, but he needed to talk. "Louisa is in jail, and Guy is
dead." I frowned. "I don't know the names."
"Louisa is one of our newest wolves." He looked down again, not meeting
my eyes. "Guy is her fiance ... husband. Was her husband." He covered his face
with his hands, shaking his head over and over and over. "Louisa killed Guy on their
honeymoon, yesterday. I got the call just before I came here."
"I still don't understand. It's awful, tragic, but ..." I said.
"I was her sponsor. I trained her to control her beast, and she lost that
control on her honeymoon in the middle of ..." He lowered his head, and raised
my hands so that his forehead rested against the back of my hands.
"She lost control in the middle of sex," I finished for him.
He nodded, his face still pressed to my hands. "Losing her virginity," he
said, voice muffled, low.
"Did you say virginity?"
He pulled away from me then, dropped his hands in his lap, and I noticed
for the first time that he was wearing a towel knotted at his waist. "Yes."
"You mean she'd never tried to control her beast during intercourse?" I
asked.
He shook his head. "They'd been engaged for more than two years before
Louisa was attacked and became one of us. They both wanted to wait for the
wedding night"
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He was her
sponsor, the one who was supposed to teach her how to be a shapeshifter. I'd
learned from dealing with the wereleopards, and Richard, and Verne's pack in
Tennessee that orgasm of any kind was one of the true tests of their control.
Orgasm was supposed to be a release, but to truly give up all control meant
shifting form, and that was the ultimate nightmare when you had a human
lover. Richard had lectured me often enough when we were dating that he
didn't trust himself the night of the full moon, or even the day before.
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"I appointed an Eros and Eranthe for the pack." His
voice was still thick with all the crying.
Eros was the Greek god of love, or lust, and Eranthe was the muse of
erotic poetry; in werewolf lore they were the names for sexual surrogates. A
man and a woman that did what needed doing when a werewolf's sponsor was
too squeamish. Verne's pack had them, because Verne's lupa was very jealous
of her Ulfric, and sometimes you just needed someone who isn't emotionally
involved.
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Any other questions that arent cleared up by the above posts let me know and I'll go back to that section and look for the answers..
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He looked down, then up, and there was such sorrow in his dark eyes, that
I almost said, no, don't, but he needed to talk. "Louisa is in jail, and Guy is
dead." I frowned. "I don't know the names."
"Louisa is one of our newest wolves." He looked down again, not meeting
my eyes. "Guy is her fiance ... husband. Was her husband." He covered his face
with his hands, shaking his head over and over and over. "Louisa killed Guy on their
honeymoon, yesterday. I got the call just before I came here."
"I still don't understand. It's awful, tragic, but ..." I said.
"I was her sponsor. I trained her to control her beast, and she lost that
control on her honeymoon in the middle of ..." He lowered his head, and raised
my hands so that his forehead rested against the back of my hands.
"She lost control in the middle of sex," I finished for him.
He nodded, his face still pressed to my hands. "Losing her virginity," he
said, voice muffled, low.
"Did you say virginity?"
He pulled away from me then, dropped his hands in his lap, and I noticed
for the first time that he was wearing a towel knotted at his waist. "Yes."
"You mean she'd never tried to control her beast during intercourse?" I
asked.
He shook his head. "They'd been engaged for more than two years before
Louisa was attacked and became one of us. They both wanted to wait for the
wedding night"
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He was her
sponsor, the one who was supposed to teach her how to be a shapeshifter. I'd
learned from dealing with the wereleopards, and Richard, and Verne's pack in
Tennessee that orgasm of any kind was one of the true tests of their control.
Orgasm was supposed to be a release, but to truly give up all control meant
shifting form, and that was the ultimate nightmare when you had a human
lover. Richard had lectured me often enough when we were dating that he
didn't trust himself the night of the full moon, or even the day before.
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"I appointed an Eros and Eranthe for the pack." His
voice was still thick with all the crying.
Eros was the Greek god of love, or lust, and Eranthe was the muse of
erotic poetry; in werewolf lore they were the names for sexual surrogates. A
man and a woman that did what needed doing when a werewolf's sponsor was
too squeamish. Verne's pack had them, because Verne's lupa was very jealous
of her Ulfric, and sometimes you just needed someone who isn't emotionally
involved.
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Any other questions that arent cleared up by the above posts let me know and I'll go back to that section and look for the answers..
