[P] M. In the shadow of your heart
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Backdated for Feb. 3, after the Oath.[000]

The incident had left her sated out of shame and fear. Two emotions she hadn’t been familiar with since she was a yearling, naive and much too young to know the dark secrets of the world...but her innocence was stolen from her before she could truly comprehend its worth. Now she had found someone that could restore her honor and make her feel whole again, a man willing to love her no matter the cost, but this man...her tawny knight had no idea the devils he’d be competing with. Her own dark secret secret finally stripped bare and exposed for what it was. She was tainted, bad goods, a complete and utter waste of his time and affections. And yet, he did not cast her aside or even look at her as if she was the very filth of the earth. No...he...her Alister had stood by her and even went to battle with the man who had besmirched their pure love for an afternoon of games. Unknowingly, taking advantage of a situation she couldn’t have stopped even though she had tried. Her body and the demon demanded ‘yes’ while her heart and soul remained trapped inside. But the man who had allied with the siren had done so for two purposes. To cause pain and strife for her lover’s pack and to feed his own primal need.


Four days had passed since then, and still they didn’t talk much of it. The goose egg above her eye was healing, practically gone save for the sickly yellow pallor clinging to it upon her skin and the darkening around her right eye, but the bump itself had diminished, absorbing back into her flesh. Alister, on the other hand, was another story. She cleansed and wrapped his wounds each day, sometimes twice daily depending on the amount of bleeding, but each time her pale eyes swept over his cuts and bruises, she was reminded of the burden she bore and her infidelity to someone she’d pledged her heart to. She felt sick with her betrayal, disgusted with herself, and terrified that at any moment, her tawny knight would send her away. And she wouldn’t blame him--never hold it against him, the siren had probably tainted her in his eyes...he had been so preoccupied with joining Casa’s brotherhood and the Oath. The poison of her secret was just getting in the way...perhaps leaving after his ascension would be best. She thought about it the day before, their first night apart after the fight and she came to the decision that it would be the right thing to do.


He loved her. He made that apparent before leaving, a tender kiss upon her cheek...the most affection Alister had showed since the bloody fight with Malakai and it was the words he’d spoken that had given her pause. Was leaving truly an option? Could one breathe without air? She couldn’t leave him now...after all they had been through in their short time together. It would destroy him as surely it would destroy herself. Nobody had ever loved her like he did and she had never felt this way for someone else. Slipping away from everyone else had never been a problem, but now when Lola finally had the chance to steal away in the night, the silver woman couldn’t bring herself to do it. Not to Alister her beautiful white king. She’d stay, she’d change...she had to.


The next day had butterflies fluttering about her stomach. The woman found she longed to see her tawny knight once again and it was official, today he truly became a Knight of Casa di Cavalieri. She was proud of him and pleased of his success. This was his home, his responsibility, and it meant a great deal to him. It was all beginning to make sense to her. She knew what she wanted to tell him today after he had taken his Oath, but she was terrified just the same. Her smile beamed among the crowd of cavaliers listening and watching as the man she loved recited his Oath and the leaders of the realm knighted him into the brotherhood. He was handsome and rugged, dirtied from his toils though he tried covering up with the shirt she recognized from the ball, and healing from his wounds. He looked strong and powerful despite the bites and slashes, Alister had come into his own and she knew in that instant she’d love him forever.


Back in the guest room, Lola had prepared a large basin of water she’d heated over a fire from outside, transporting it via bucket back to the room. She’d infused the water with aloe leaves and rose oil, instructing the newly appointed Knight to sit back upon the absorbent wool hides she had brought back to her room. She had fresh cotton bandages spread out on the bed and had taken Alister’s new fox fur lined cloak and hung it over a chair along with his shirt he’d worn to the Oath. She’d have it washed before the areas his blood had soaked through could stain it. She then knelt down on the wool by his side with the washing basin and an extra bucket, carefully removing his soiled bandages and placing them in the bucket. Loralei’s silver hands trembled beneath the surface of the washing basin, gripping the soft sponge beneath as her moonlit eyes slowly came up to regard Alister’s face. Congratulations are in order, she said, gently wringing the sponge before bringing it up to tentatively cleanse the bite marks on his arm. I’m so proud of you Alister...you looked so handsome in your new cloak. She smiled at him, dipping the sponge back into the basin and wringing it out again before continuing to clean the wound.



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ooc Warning: Al cuteness overload xP [1111]

He had said the words, meant them with every fiber in his being. With the entire pack as his witness he had kneeled a common man- a humble carpenter, and had risen a knight- a man of honor someone to be respected and obeyed. Alister as he had been was changed. He felt like a new man once he had taken his feet and stood before them all, but his hazel eyes hadn’t really seen their faces. They’d been focused on one, one perfect form. As the Cavaliers made their exits, offering their congratulations he smiled and nodded at each in turn, but did not linger. He’d been loathe to leave her the night before, and had every intention to make up for lost time. He also knew the demon that lurked within. A constant struggle, constant conflict he could almost see her battling with herself- fighting for control, but since her run in with the beast of Anathema the demon seemed to be cowed, however temporarily, and she was the woman he’d fallen in love with again. It was a hard truth, one that would no doubt burden him for as long as the monster- the siren crawled under her skin, whispering her poisonous words. He had since accepted it as a part of her, the darkness to her radiant light. Alister was no longer just a man, he was a knight, her knight, her champion- he was determined to fight this darkness. He could save her. He knew he could.


The tawny man was quiet, thoughtful, as she led him back to the guest room. Once the door had closed behind them his senses became aware of the scents of oils and his eyes saw the strange leaves floating in the large buckets of water. He quirked a brow, nose wrinkling. “Ugh, I get it...Bath time, huh?” She helped him out of his shirt, the Callow man frowning at the blood that already spotted it, he’d liked that shirt, too. His new cloak was hung carefully, and his eyes finally had the chance to admire the handsomely stitched thing, it certainly made more of a statement than the deer hide. Clean bandages were spread on the bed, wool hides laid carefully, which he was promptly instructed to lay upon, and he did so easing himself down, his body aching and stinging in protest still wrapped in the soiled bandages.


“I uh...don’t smell that bad, do I?” He felt...filthy, knew he was, hazel eyes darting away sheepishly noticing the spots of dried mud on the bottom of his pants. His bandages were more red and brown than white anymore. He could feel his face flush, certain that he wasn’t exactly smelling like a bouquet of roses at the moment. It was all that time spent digging away in the cramped space, the feeling of the walls closing tight around him as he pried a chunk of flourite free from it’s vein. That had been a struggle in itself and once he had finished he noticed the flood of red that bloomed upon the bandage, the wound no doubt reopening as he dug into the rock. When he finally glanced at her his smile was apologetic, and he clutched the gem in his palm. “I’m er...sorry about the mess, love. Occupational hazard.” He said, wincing once she’d moved to remove the bandage on his arm- by far the worst of them all. “That’s going to scar,” he frowned, “I just know it.” Sitting back as instructed, like the good patient that he was- for now, his hazel eyes took in the features of the woman so patiently cleaning his wounds. “I look like I was mauled by a bear...” groaned the knight, “you still love me though, right?” He added, playfully.


The air was still tense about them, he could hear her hesitation, and his stomach fluttered. There would always be this between them, but he was eager for things to change. His night of reflection had done him a world of good, and the time alone had granted him some clarity in his tumultuous life, on more than one subject. He needed to be bolder, to speak his mind, and sometimes put his needs above those around him. A life lived entirely in service was a miserable one, indeed. He needed to stand his ground, he needed to be strong, for himself, not just those around him. And Loralei... His heart no longer belonged to him, he had to remember that- just as her heart no longer belonged to her. He was determined to live up to the promises he’d made, the thoughts he’d had when he’d held her in his arms for the very first time. This woman, was everything he could have asked for and more. She had her darkness, obstacles to be overcome, but the time spent with her was far more precious than any moment alone. His mind, his body, his soul had found their partner, and he would never let her go.


She carefully unwrapped all of the doubtlessly soiled bandages wrapped around various wounds on his body, some deeper than others. The worst were the slashes on his left forearm, and deep gashes on his abdomen from where the secui beast had tried to get the tawny man off of him. The others were more glancing, but no doubt more little scars would litter his tall form here and there. Once all of his bandages were removed she dipped a sponge into the scented water, making him wrinkle his nose again at the distinctively ‘girly’ smell. He didn’t object however as soon she spoke in her soft melodious voice. “Thanks, love, that means more to me than you can imagine.” He said softly, smiling radiantly back at her. He was still getting accustomed to his new rank, and all the responsibilities that came with it, though it excited him to no end. This had been his dream, to finally live it was...surreal.


“Oh yes, the cloak is great!” He agreed, eyes positively shimmering with mischief, though the twinkle left when he noticed the unsteadiness of her hands. The right hand grasped her wrist lightly, steadying it in gentle reassurance. “You’re shaking love.” Slowly, his brows knit with concern, though there was a smile on her features. Was she still thinking about the incident? He understood he hadn’t exactly been the most approachable the past few days, refusing to meet her lips, often sitting in thick brooding silence. “Look, I know I’v-- ow! His sentence was cut off as she rubbed at a particularly deep section of one of the long gashes on his arm.

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Why is Alister so adorable!??! *squee*[000]

She was in love, so blissfully so as she flitted about the room, listening to her knight’s mumblings and giggling now and then at his antics. Yes, it is definitely time for a bath, she agreed before taking off his shirt and taking extra care of his cloak. She made of point of laying out the new bandages, using the time to get a hold of her nerves, though her hands were still shaking when she finally joined him on the floor. Lola couldn’t help but stare at the bloody mess beneath his sullied shirt. She kept a low gasp to herself, forgetting that sometimes wounds looked far worse a few days after their infliction. She wondered what on earth he had to do before the night of his Oath, gently chastising him under her breath when all the dirt and soot was revealed, rubbed into his fur in some places and mixing in with his open wounds. The woman had her work cut out for her, luckily gore and blood didn’t seem to bother her.


Alister was a changed man, much more talkative than he had been with her for the past few days and though the silver fae felt wary of it, she was greatly relieved to hear the joking within his tone and to hear him call her his love again. Her heart was pounding for various reasons as she continued to busy herself, making eye contact with him now and then as his voice was the one to fill up the small room. Not at all, she lied when asked if he stunk. In truth, his odor was something she welcomed after trying to banish the heady smell of Malakai from her senses. This sweaty smell belonged to her lover, mixed with the sweet tanginess of his blood, and the dank air of the abandoned mining shaft that had soaked into his fur. She didn’t mind it, though she much preferred the freshness of the rose oil aroma wafting from the still steaming basin. Shhh...stop your fussing, she continued, removing the bandages one by one and taking extra care on the soaked through bandage around his arm. Of course I still love you, she said a little hurriedly, and with my help, I’ll see that it heals properly...with as little scarring as possible, she promised. Hoping the skills she had acquired throughout the years would live up to his standards.


She hadn’t realized her hands were still twitching with nervousness until Alister spoke again. Lola’s face warmed into a smile at his response. His candidness gave her hope that her past faults hadn’t completely destroyed what they had, she was still so afraid he’d suddenly change his mind, as unreasonable as that was...it had happened to her in the past, why wouldn’t it happen now? I wasn’t talking about the cloak, she teased. Surprised the easy banter had returned despite her anxiety when her tawny knight reached out to take her wrist. She paused to look at him, left hand still gently dabbing around the angry looking slash on his arm. Well...I have somethi- she began, gaze averting to her work once more as he cut her off to explain himself. Alister! She exclaimed breathlessly, dropping the sponge into the basin with a little splash. Oh I’m sorry! Lola apologized quickly, examining the cut as it began to bleed.


Her tongue clicked against the roof of her mouth, a feminine sign of frustration, but she wrung the sponge and this time dabbed as lightly as possible at the cut until the bleeding stopped. I’m afraid you’re much dirtier than I expected, she explained, indicating the basin of water which was now becoming murky in color. Lola dropped the sponge back into the water with a sigh, feeling a bit defeated that her plan of doing something nice for the man she loved had somewhat failed. The silver fae hadn’t expected the man to go rolling about in the mud, not that he actually did, but from what he looked like without the shirt, it was pretty damn close. She sat back on the wool throws next to him taking a deep breath before she continued to explain herself from before. You can read me like a book...she began, hands wringing themselves in her lap.


Alister...I’ve been doing a lot of thinking the past few days, and I know I’ve hurt you deeply...but I want to make it up to you. Her silver eyes searched his as she sought out the next words to say. I’ve never belonged anywhere until I met you...and...I guess what I’m saying is--I mean if you’d want me to...I’d very much like to become a...uh Cavalier. She was grinning nervously by the end of it, eyes locked on the tops of her knees.


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ooc He's such a dork, haha. He can suggest the hot springs in the next post, maybe? [952]

She giggled at his fussing and groans, the tawny wolfdog pouting playfully as he resigned himself to his fate, to be mercilessly bathed by her capable hands. Not that he was complaining, well, not until a stab of pain would pester him as the warm water washed over his wounds. A sharp little hiss of breath would issue from him here and there where the bandages seemed loathe to part with his injured flesh. He could almost see her flinch as she gazed upon the extent of the damage, but these wounds were ones he proudly bore. He’d pledged his life to her, and had finally solidified his claims with his own flesh and blood. Like a knight of old he had rushed at the opportunity to defend her honor, and restore it. The truth was painful, just as the wounds still were, nasty gashes in his once unscarred body, but it was a burden he gladly bore. The weight was crushing, and would not be rid of easily, but he was going to try, he would do everything in his power to remedy this fragile, broken piece of her heart, hoping that one day it would be whole again. Until then the dark cloud continued to hover over their heads, but maybe it wasn’t so bad. There was yet a ray of sunshine, light breaking through the gloom for which to see the road they would travel side by side.


His brow quirked with her hurried tone as she rushed her I love you, but altogether she appeared anxious. Brown ears perked at the prospect of her being able to lessen the scars that were no doubt going to result from his run-in with the obsidian monster. “How lucky I am to be in such capable hands.” He grinned. More than seeing her anxiety, he could sense it, it reverberated within himself as well, originating from her touch, from her body into his own. The past days had been difficult for the both of them, he hadn’t forgotten the recent events, how could he? He was still nursing his wounds, or rather, she was. He was truly fortunate to be under her care. The tawny knight wouldn’t have it any other way. But, he had hope for the future. His prayers had been answered before, it was entirely possible they might be answered again. Alister had faith.


She teased him right back, catching the glimmer of mischief in his eye, and he beamed in spite of himself, chuckling. He was a lucky bastard, that was for sure. Her wrist was held gently in his hand, and his bright mirth-filled gaze became warmer. The electricity was still there as he held her, it didn’t matter where. The current completed by his flesh wrapped around her own. She was so dainty. A roguish grin merely ghosting across his muzzle at all the delicious possibilities. It would be all too easy to just throw her over his shoulder, but that would have to wait for his body to heal. He chuckled a bit once he’d realized he’d cut her off and her obvious frustration. The way she breathlessly uttered his name made it entirely worth it, however, he winced as the fire of the once again- open wound stung him horribly. There was a sharp intake of breath and he bit his lip as she dabbed the blood away.


When she indicated the murky basin of water he beamed, eyes once again twinkling with mischief. “You know...we could get even dirtier.” He let the words hang in the air teasing her, tempting her, though there was nothing in his eyes to suggest it was merely a joke. There was a curious gleam, a spark of desire, maybe? Alister wasn’t about to tell, not yet anyway. He’d milk this for all it was worth. A little hint here, a quip there. He couldn’t imagine being with anyone else. A single touch could ignite something fierce within him. Looking into her silvery leaf-tinted gaze- he knew he was ready. It would happen today. His entire body already ached for her, like it never had for anyone else. The tawny knight couldn’t even begin to comprehend how she made him feel. He wanted to know her in every possible way, inside and out.


He turned himself slowly as she lay on the wool beside him. The wounds on his abdomen were in flames by the time he faced her, but he finally managed. He reached out to steady her hands again, taking one within his own, doing his best to be careful so the blood didn’t stain her gorgeous pelt. The Callow man smiled, knowingly. She was an open book to him, and he with her, they didn’t need to hide in each other’s presence. They could be who they were, no judgement, no consequences. Their hearts laid bare for either one to see. The smile faltered a bit when she grazed over the topic of past events, but he listened. Hazel eyes met hers as soon as she sought them out. His stomach fluttered as she continued, eyes willing her to go on, hanging on her every word.


“Loralei! That’s--, you’d really?” His excitement was palpable as he pulled her towards him, squeezing her in a hug that no doubt hopelessly smudged her perfect pelt with blood and grime. “Oh God, I need to tell Jazper...Alyssum! This is...This is brilliant. I can go now, even. Yes, let’s go now!” But, what excitement he had was quickly sobered as he tried to rise, only to sink back down as his wounds screamed in protest. “Er....okay, heh, bad idea.” He swallowed, head swimming.


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Sounds good to me! :D[000]

Everything was moving so fast for the woman born out of the ashes, but for once in her life, all these changes were for something good...something she desired in a nonsexual way. She’d always longed for a life of normalcy, to have someone she could call her own instead of stealing men and women from their permanent lover’s beds. She was done being that woman, the seductress or siren of the night. She wanted to be Loralei...a girl a man could truly love, hold onto, trust, and perhaps one day she could even begin to love herself. When his hazel eyes surrounded her in warmth, she got lost in the green and brown hues. She could stay in his perfect orbs forever, knowing she’d found that love...that burning desire only a pure heart could bear. Lola loved that her knight was untainted, though she felt unworthy to be his first, it was all she dreamt about since she discovered her inklings as true. Alister, her beautiful, sexy companion...still untapped by any woman or man of this realm.


Her desires for him ranged in a rainbow of colors, all depending upon the demon, but while it was asleep, she saw him in the clearest of shades. Nothing murky or tainted by her past experience. With him everything was was bright and shiny and new. His first time would be her first time of completely and madly loving someone while sharing her body’s most intimate secrets. With others it was too easy to put on an audible show, moan and sigh where they needed to hear it and draw out their cries when she needed it in return. It was a all a facade, the game of sex..when two selfish players were only out to please themselves. She wouldn’t do that with Alister, if he’d have her...when he’d be ready, everything of the past would be forgotten and she’d experience it all anew. A blushing partner rolling in the bed furs, completely and utterly his, allowing him to discover what made her feel good and taking the time to learn the secrets of his body and the fantasies in his heart.


It was almost as if the past few days hadn’t happened, if not for the bleeding mess of slashes and bites littering her tawny knight’s body as the two conversed easily once again. It felt organic and unpushed, the silver woman couldn’t help but feel a rush in her veins...perhaps gratitude that the knight was opening up once again and laughing so naturally with her. It was almost enough to fully ease her nerves, but not yet...she still had so much to tell him but wasn’t sure how to put it into words. She returned his charming smiles with her own, though smaller than usual under the stress she was trying to hide. How could such a handsome creature, despite the wounds, love a girl like her? Heart leapt into her throat when the man roguishly hinted towards his own kept desires. Oh? She had a questioning look in her eye...this coming from the man who had turned her down a few days ago...not to mention knew she had shared in pleasures of the flesh with the black brute who had banged him up?


Of course at the ball she had been someone else and that disagreement had been laid to rest, but her dalliance with Malakai was still fresh, still bleeding from the wounds in their own healing relationship. But looking into his eyes she saw a glimmer of truth of a readiness she’d seen before in all the lovers she’d taken to bed. Her heart pumped for another reason now, this wasn’t a triumph, this wasn’t a game, his green light meant the world to her and more. He was ready, and she’d always be willing...as long as it was him, and only him...her last male partner to the end, if she could help it.


The blush that had risen in her cheeks faded away as she turned to the matters at hand--the surprise she had been holding back all morning. And when the last words fell from her tongue she felt the familiarity of Alister’s strong arms wrapping around her. Forgotten were the wounds, and the fact that the tawny man was filthy, she melted there against his chest heart soaring and never feeling happier. To feel his touch in this intimate embrace was as if she hadn’t been breathing until now. His voice vibrated against her chest, so full of enthusiasm and happiness she couldn’t help but laugh with their giddiness, excited for the future and overjoyed with his obvious acceptance. It wasn’t until he tried rising with her in his arms that she was able to come back down to earth. Giggling so affectionately above him, she nuzzled his neck, pulling away to kiss his cheeks. My poor wounded knight, she began in a mock fussing tone, there is no reason to rush..you must rest, and I still need to get you cleaned up. Her lips left his cheek so her nose could touch his, cool wetness becoming one as their eyes met. Have I made you happy? She asked softly, smile tugging the corners of her lips upwards so even her eyes crinkled with mirth.


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ooc Bad, bad, dirty man, haha [1034]

Ever since their first day together, the first time their hands had touched he’d been thinking of her. She was radiant, moon-touched, with deliciously scented tresses the color of bottled red wine. She, herself, was just as heady, just as intoxicating, the demon lending her that bitter edge he’d met with the night of the ball. Lola was the first woman to ever touch him, to bring such a fire to his all too willing flesh. It had been by far the hardest thing he’d ever done to pull away from her. All his body had wanted to do was put out that fire, but his mind- purely his own, momentarily ensnared by the huntress, had broken the spell aided by the blood welling up under his skin, bleeding out the results of her aggression. The spot was still tender, but he knew now- it wasn’t her fault. It was hard to stomach at first, but the change between the siren and the woman he loved was dramatic enough- he believed it. It was almost as if she’d transformed into someone else. He knew now as she tenderly tended to him that this was the woman he’d fallen in love with days before, the demon’s whispers kept at bay.


His eyes met with her own readily, radiating warmth and affection, letting her get lost in their earthy depths as he did the coolness of her own. He was thankful for his night to himself, he’d thought so many things and had sorted through all of the various parts of his tumultuous life. The time was right for this, for them. No matter what had happened he couldn’t deny he loved her. Their time together, so brief, their love so new to have consummated it the first day might have put a premature end to their future, but now...it felt right. He knew her secret, now, but the fact that she’d trusted him with it gave him hope, led him to this conclusion. He’d read, been led to believe that love was by far the most powerful force in the world. Who was he to deny it? He could feel it in every touch.


A sharp one, his Loralei. She seemed to pick up on his subtle hint, gazing at him quizzically. Of course she wouldn’t believe him at first. The grin grew a little more, and his eyes narrowed just slightly, smoldering his intent back at her. He didn’t say anything more, simply allowing it to fade from memory until he had the chance to show her. He wanted it to be perfect, not for himself, but for her. The tawny knight was still nervous. His stomach was twisting and writhing, but his hands were steady. "God she’s beautiful", he couldn’t help but think, wanting to smooth the crease in her brows with his kisses. His heart beat and throbbed in his chest, announcing his love for her, his desire very much alive in his veins. She was broken, burdened heavily with guilt, but somehow he knew the joining of their flesh would be the event to erase the black bastard from her thoughts. He loved her, and he would give her all his love- fill her emptiness, the void in her soul.


He held her tightly to him, her laughter seeming to caress every part of him with its beautiful melody. He felt like he was floating, but the illusion was shattered as he seized by pain. She rose above him and kissed his cheeks, cooing over him and his injures. He pouted again for full effect, whimpering softly, hoping to coax more affection out of her. The tawny knight was positively high on her kisses, and he always wanted more. He was beginning to hunger for them, the way they had been the night of the ball, though less aggressive. Her nose pressed against his and he gazed straight into her dazzling eyes. “Much and more, my love. My Loralei.” He said smiling with warmth flooding his features as the words came out soft and sincere. He reached forward to brush her cheek, looking as if he were about to kiss her, before pulling away, the glimmer of mischief returning in full force. He got up from the wool hides on the ground, slower this time so as not to aggravate the wounds, his hand catching hers and pulling her and encouraging her upwards with him. “Come with me, I want to show you something.” He didn’t give her time to react or agree as he pulled the cloak from the chair and whirled it about one shoulder, leading her outside the guest room. No doubt she wanted to object, seeing as he wasn’t even half clean.


He didn’t give the slightest clue to where they were going as they hastily left the courthouse and headed north. The pools were an unexplored wonder he’d just come across the night before. One of which seeming to shimmer in the night as the crystals in the bottom caught the light. It wasn’t the easiest journey, but they made it well enough a bit of a grin ghosting across his features. He was being terribly mysterious, he knew it, but it was all a part of the allure. "Let her try to resist me," he thought deviously. Women liked the sort of thing, didn’t they? His experiences were still quite limited, but he was certain this would be a surprise well received, especially what awaited them later. The pools were warm and inviting, things of beauty within themselves. He stopped once they arrived, the grin blossoming on his muzzle again as his eyes narrowed. “So...” He started. “You did say something about my being dirty, didn’t you?” There it was again that devious little twinkle in his eye. He turned towards her so they were facing each other straight on, his hazel eyes glancing down her front where she where bits of muck and his blood clung to her pelt. “Hmm...looks like I’m not the only one who could use a bath.” The corners of his muzzle tugged a bit more in a curious uncharacteristic expression for the tawny knight...a smirk.

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[000]

Alister was a thief, robbing her of her senses and her heart, but she’d bare her soul to him again and again just to have his earthy orbs caress her body as his did. The windows of his soul spoke volumes to her and more, this impossible and timeless love was transcending boundaries even they couldn’t understand, it demanded everything and more from her, but she’d willingly give it until her last breath. He was her rescuer and saviour, the knight in shining armor she hadn’t realized she needed until the electricity flowed through them, binding them together for life whether they were aware of it or not. Their passion was written in the stars, meant to be--the fates finally smiling down upon them even though the journey would be hard, together they’d get through it, or try the damndest to. She could see all that in his eyes of light, a wholesomeness she had lost long ago, torn out and lost at sea simply waiting for her beacons of light to guide it back home and with his help and his forgiving heart, anything was possible. Loralei could remain and together her demon could be laid to rest.


His heartbeat was her lifeline, the drumming echoing in her ear cupped against his chest. She could get used to this, the safety of his arms and the heavy lull of his body’s rhythm to put her to sleep. The woman knew full well it was she that caused it to thump so proudly, perhaps foolishly so in his breast, but she loved him all the more for it. Her tawny knight, her beautiful--handsome white king. Her arms squeezed him back as softly as she could, though he didn’t seem to need the help as he muscled her small frame against his body, causing only more chuckles to escape her mouth. If this was all a dream, she never wanted to wake up. The blood and dirt smothering her shiny coat bothered her little as long as his scent and his love surrounded her. Loralei was a whole different person with him, bouncing from one emotion to the next, ever hungry for more of his affections as he seemed always starved of hers. He left her breathless with one look, touch, or word and she never ever wanted that to change. To feel a love like this--like theirs was to truly live...to be alive.


The pained look in his face hadn’t been missed, but Alister soldiered through it, not allowing the wounds of the past to take away from the overwhelming bliss he felt at her confession. She rejoiced in his happiness, feeding into his pathetic display, and loving every moment, but this was the the last bit of convincing she needed to know she’d made the right choice. To live without him wasn’t living after all, and Casa di Cavalieri seemed a good as home as any. The nymph showered his pouty cheeks with kisses, cooing and whispering “poor baby”’s, acting a fool and knowing it, already deciding she’d do anything for this man. Alister’s heart was here and he was a big part of the community, she’d never dream of taking him away from that or ever seeing him mope and mean it. Surely sadness and regret would follow him if she were to ask him to leave. But today, to see him standing before the cavaliers and taking his Oath this morning had filled her with a pride she believed she’d never possess for anyone. That was when Lola knew she had to stay. He belonged here and she could only know happiness with him.


He melted her already stolen heart, dazzling her with his smile as he replied. She pushed her cheek into his hand, willing for his lips to finally meet hers after days of no contact, but the wily trickster pulled away, leaving her breathless and utterly confused. What was this man up to? He was sweeping her out of the room before she could protest, taking her on another journey no doubt, but her mind was at ease, falling in line with his steps, his hand gripped tightly in hers. She briefly worried about his injuries and occasionally asked where they were going, but only Alister’s mysterious twinkle in his eyes and his charming boyish grin were his responses. The silver woman liked this game, knowing she’d always be safe in his company and simply letting him lead the way. When they finally arrived, the fae was breathless for another reason. The heated pools were beautiful, sparking in the twilight and steaming with their inviting waters. She returned his mischievous gaze with one of her own. So this is what it’s all about...she thought to herself, a pretty blush rushing to her cheeks. All this to get me wet? She teased, a light giggle brushing past her lips as she took slow tentative steps in his direction. She hadn’t meant to be so sexual, but moons as Lola were ingrained in her brain, she only hoped her innuendo wouldn’t terribly embarrass her company.


Well, since we both need a bath...I guess we’ll have to get you undressed? The space between them had drastically shortened but instead of a predatory glow to her moonkissed eyes, they only sparkled in innocence back at him as her slender hands reached up to help him out of his cloak.

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#8
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ooc So sneaky xD [930]

A sly fox he was, drawing out more of her affections with little whimpers and whines, which were met immediately by her kisses. She rained them upon him, soothing him with soft words and him drinking it all in readily, ever longing for more. He stifled the laughter that wanted so much to issue from him, it would only shatter the illusion of his intent. In truth, he was in pain, but not to this degree. It was only exaggeration, meant to feed his addiction- her. She was like a drug to him, and he was riding a wave of elation as butterflies fluttered blissfully in his stomach. He never wanted to be without her touch, the warmth of her body against his, and the feel of her kisses be they ones of fiery passion or gentle caresses- whispers against his flesh. It excited him to no end to have her stay with him here, in the home he’d searched for- longed for all his life. Or at least that’s what Casa had been for him...before he’d met her. Her heart was his home now, and he would follow it wherever it would lead, here, or anywhere else. He’d sacrifice anything and everything just to be with her. But, leaving Casa would mean abandoning the family he’d dreamt for for so long. Without them he was the humble bastard he had been before crossing their borders- a soldier without a cause, a deserter who’d grown up on the wrong side of a war, fleeing for his life. They’d made him into so much more than he could have ever hoped for. A Knight of the Brotherhood of Casa di Cavalieri. It made his breast swell with a pride he’d never imagined having for himself. It gave him confidence, the self-assurance that he’d always lacked.


With her, his life was complete. Casa could be a home for the both of them. He was certain Jazper and Alyssum would accept her readily into the fold, just as they had him. He would be vouching for her of course, he would love to, and who better than a knight of Casa? She was in good hands, arguably the best. They’d be fools not to see the potential he saw in her, dying to be released. It didn’t matter if she could fight or not, he would train her, temper her into a weapon so what happened with Malakai would never happen again. She could use steel to chase away her tempters, not just her silver tongue- a blade being a more honest weapon by far.



He left her breathless with his advance, withdrawing his lips before they could meet with her own. The tawny knight merely grinned at her confusion, that particularly boyish grin that always seemed to settle on his muzzle before he pulled something from his sleeve. He was oblivious to her questions, leading her with an air of mystery, merely building up the the surprise that would leave her equally breathless, at least he hoped so. She gripped his hand tightly, and he combated her questions dismissing each and every one with that increasingly devious smile. When they finally arrived he was delighted to see that once again he had stolen her breath away, making it his duty from that moment on. The wonder on his visage was by far the most beautiful expression of all as her lovely features widened with surprise and a sense of awe at the beauty and majesty of the scenery around them. They were the creator’s greatest triumph, this world was simply a canvas for a divine being and the sight before them was one of his masterpiece’s, one which Alister longed to share, but only with her.


A nervous laugh nearly issued from him at her flirtatious words, but he swallowed it down. He wasn’t going to back down from this, not today. “It's that obvious, huh?” He said, instead, rising to the challenge. She needed to know, his intentions were clear, his mind was set. This woman was his own, and he wanted to make it so, for now, forever. He knew her mind, her soul, but the sensuous curves and planes of her body were still a mystery to him. His heart beat with the desire to touch her, run his hands over the perfection of her form, uncover the secrets of her flesh while she explored his own. He found that his breathing had slowed with the very thought. Ripples of current spread heat through his veins, bidding his blood to rise beneath his fur already. He was burning, already burning for her, and this time he wanted her to put out the flames. She met him, tentatively reaching for the fastening of his cloak. Alister moved slightly downward so she could reach it more easily, allowing the red trimmed cloak to be removed from his tall frame. It slipped from his shoulders and floated leisurely to the ground. He let it fall, for the moment forgotten as he met the coolness of her gaze.


“Well, now that that’s done.” He began, the roguish grin tugging at his muzzle once again. “Ladies first.” He motioned for one particularly inviting pool, steam rising from the water. He was well aware to the fact that he was still wearing his pants, his gaze both challenging her, and shying away from the truth of the matter...They needed to come off. But, they were dirty, too, he thought, the grin only increasing. Surely they could be washed at the same time?

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Lola did not want these good feelings to go away. His hand grasping hers, the playful grin on his handsome face, and the aura of warmth that seemed to surround them each time they looked into one another’s eyes. Her heart thumped heavily in her chest, a constant reminder of the way he made her feel and the love she carried only for him. Though the beats were weighed and ever present, the rest of her body felt as if she was walking on air with him. Weightless and carefree, a dramatic change from how her life used to be. Her home was with this man, wherever he chose to roam, she knew he’d make her happy and he was all she wanted and more. And now he had lead her to a place she would never have known existed. It was truly breathtaking though she wasn’t aware of her inhales and exhales the minute he’d whisked her away. The pools of steaming water reflected back the last shimmering rays of the winter sun. They were mystical, mysterious, and completely for the couple’s wishes tonight.


The silver fae didn’t think Alister understood how intimate a setting this was, beyond the bustling activity of Casa di Cavalieri...this was to be their own untouched piece of paradise where the snow only lingered in the thinnest blanket of sparkles across the ground. Or perhaps he did, maybe he knew exactly what he was doing and that’s why the playful gleam still glistened in his eyes. He was so charming and devious, it was painful for her to look at him without having her face morph into the biggest of grins. Her face would have to develop stronger muscles then, Lola had a feeling she’d be doing a lot of smiling with her tawny knight and somehow, that made the pain so much sweeter. She could feel his earthen orbs watching her, flushing against the presence of their whispers. His gaze was a gentle caress, a promise of love instead of the sharp chill of lust. The moon woman could get lost in the embrace of his eyes, so caring and sweet, gentle and overwhelming in the most positive of ways. She knew now that her worries from before were foolish, how could she ever doubt his love for her or her own for him? He still wanted her even for the beautiful broken creature she was.


Her white king’s response surprised her, but the sentiment didn’t register in her face save for the subtle rise of her eyebrows. Maybe..she replied to his challenge, another soft lilt of laughter as the butterflies fluttered more furiously. The intimacy of their surroundings had her thinking of more sultry desires now, but as Loralei, she approached it with a slowness and meaningful tact Lola normally lacked. Her leaf tinged eyes could see the shift in his own gaze, along with the usual warmth and endearment, she could see his own desire...embers of passion smoldering before they could catch into proper flames. There was a finality to his choice..his look that queued her in on what he wanted to do--needed to do, for now that timing was right and everything was falling into place. The woman smiled in graciousness as Alister lowered himself to her level. Her fingers deftly found the clasp, bidding the cloak freedom to drop to the ground.


Her eyes purposefully drank him in, a silent curse going up for not grabbing all the fresh bandages on her bed as her eyes moved over the wounds exposed to the cool night air. Some had clotted on the trip to the pools, while others oozed a thin line of clear plasma, desperately searching for the usual fabric to soak in. His wounds didn’t disgust her and she’d never understand why he wanted to cover them up. To her they were badges of his strength and the power of his will when he had stormed the castle in her name. Lola loved him all the more for it, as a sudden thought sparked into her mind. She ignored his words with an impish shake of her head and a dismissive clucking of her tongue. Not so fast, my love...she cooed, those off first. The command was given with an authoritative point, but her gaze softened as she drew even closer. Her chilled hands rose gently to his hips, resting there as her dark lips slowly fell to kiss the outsides of his angry flesh. Her goal was to bless each of his wounds with the whisper of her lips before helping him out of his pants.

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<a href="#" title="I will roleplay mature material." class="will-mature"></a>
<a href="#" class="optime-preference" title="OPTIME unless otherwise stated."></a>
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<a href="#" class="references-okay" title="OOC references of Lola tending to the water sources in CdC and the wildlife preserve she's built in the bay, are accepted. She can also be referenced giving people poisons, perfumes, and wines. "></a>
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#10
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ooc [766]

He’d waited for this moment all of his life, it had to be perfect, there could be no question of it and gazing upon the sight of the pools, they way they shimmered in the moonlight the night before, he knew this was the place. He had to share this with her. Any time now the sun would begin its descent, and the pools would be positively glowing in the fading rays, reflecting a canvas of vibrant color, several paintings of twilight, of cool blues, and fiery oranges with wisps of cloud. The time had come to consummate their new-found love, so pure, untainted by the aggressive advances of the demon, and selfish longings. They would share this, share the pleasures of their bodies, going that extra mile for each other to bring their climax to the ultimate peak. He couldn’t help but think, chide himself for waiting this long. If they had done this before, maybe the incident with Malakai would have never happened. No. That was a terrible thought, it hadn’t been the time before, the place for it. It could only put their destiny in jeopardy, and as the demon sated herself Loralei would only feel the worse for what she had done, to have taken so forcefully what should have been his to give. This time was right, this place, this beautiful secluded section of steaming water and rugged rock.


Her playful ‘maybe’ had his heart lurching, his body aching as her laughter washed over him. His eyes narrowed slightly as his love for her positively radiated off his body. He could feel the anxiety settle in the pit of his stomach, his body tensed as his breathing moved in and out in a slow rhythm, heart beating a little faster the closer she stood to him. She looked over his injured body and a twinge of self-consciousness flooded him. Did they disgust her? Could she go through with it with him all battered and bruised like this? He swallowed, gaze darting toward the ground momentarily, but looked back up again with his warm hazel eyes that didn’t want to leave the cool familiarity of her own. He didn’t see disgust in those leaf-tinted irises. He saw only affection, even a touch of pride. Why should he have been ashamed? He would have done it all over again, anything to restore her honor. She was a woman worth fighting for, a worthy prize for anyone who sought to lay claim over her heart. Which he had, but he could only hope that he could live up to her.


The tawny knight wasn’t experienced, he knew so little of the secrets of the flesh, the warmth between a woman’s thighs. He didn’t know what to do to elicit her cries of pleasure, to bring her to the edge again and again, but he wanted to learn. He wanted to know her every desire, and longed to familiarize himself with all the contours of her body, what sensitive areas of her flesh that would ignite her passion. Alister wanted to be better, he wanted this night to live in her memories from this moment on and chase away the thoughts of all those that came before him. He wanted so desperately to be the last, for her body to long for his touch, and his touch alone to the exclusion of all others.


When he indicated her to the steaming pool she shook her head, dismissing him, and accepting the challenge he’d playfully proposed, still hiding himself beneath the mud-spotted cloth and hide of his tan pants. She issued a command, and found himself wanting to follow, but instead drew out his protests, exhilarated by the thought that she might release him herself. “But they’re dirty, too, look!” he glanced at the muddied bottom of one leg, directing her gaze to it, but it all fell away once he felt the coolness of her hands on his hips. His heart caught in his throat when he saw her lowering, felt the touch of her lips against his wounded flesh. His breathing hitched just slightly with her hot breath on his abdomen, heat spreading from his gut and down into his lower body as she drew her lips around the angry wounds, his skin tender and hyper-sensitive around the wicked rends and slashes. His breathing became a little uneven as the goddess blessed him with her loving kisses. She was gentle and handled him with care, cooling the fire of the burning pain that resulted from where each cut was exposed to the open air.

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To want someone else was out of the question. The woman was still was disgusted with herself, and the way she had completely given into the demon, laying out panting and moaning with Malakai breathing heavily on top of her. The whole scene was burned upon her flesh though she tried burying the image in the back recesses of her mind. Where the monster’s passion was aligned with frenzied force and brutality in sex, Loralei preferred a softer more caring touch. To her, sharing pleasures of the body was offering up one’s soul...complete connection in lovemaking. To dirty such a beautiful thing with selfish wants and impersonal needs made the entire thing a one person event. There was no connection in a quick tryst. Fleeting were the feelings of lust while those of pure love and passion endured into the hours after orgasm. That’s what she wanted with Alister, to leave an imprint of her soul upon his body and to be marked forever as his. In Loralei’s mind and heart, this was what she craved, hoped, and prayed for. Perhaps in another time and place where Lola could rule supreme, Malakai would be a perfect match for her, animalistic in his wants and desires and more than willing to foresee her darkest fantasies met, but this wasn’t her story.


While her eyes embraced her soldier, the beating of her heart increased its pace, a nervousness she had forgotten how to feel began to take over. This meant so much to her but for all her past transgression she didn’t want to speak of it, to tarnish its true meaning and sometimes things left unsaid were stronger than those voiced. As if she were the virgin, nervous anticipation began to fill her body and mind, but the feeling wasn’t negative, it simply had become unfamiliar. Her head gently shook, not even glancing at the dirt on his pants. Her mind was set, they’d have to come off, but now her lips were busy touching each of his battle wounds that had been opened and bled for her. His erratic breathing stirred her desire, what was meant to be something affectionate and ways of communicating her “thank you”’s through kisses was awakening something else. Loralei had initiated foreplay and the movements of her mouth and sureness of her body only helped to still her own nerves.


The edges of her lips curled upwards, pleased with the reaction she was getting as her mouth kept grazing over his flesh. They wouldn’t rest until the last cut was kissed. She began at his lower abdomen, kissing her way upwards to the angry slashes across his chest. Her hands joined the exploration now, gently trailing after her lips. My poor...beautiful...wounded...knight...she murmured against his skin, kissing in between each word until she had finally come to the large bite mark on his arm. This one she paid extra attention to, drawing out the light pressure of her lips into fluttering pecks along each puncture until there was nothing left to bless. Her silver orbs floated back to his earthen, a demure smile upon her muzzle. Now...about these pants...she drawled, a bit of teasing in her voice, but before he could protest against her actions once more, a slender finger slipped between the laces, pulling them loose. Her hand moved expertly to his side, mirrored on the opposite by her other hand as her fingers hooked into the sides of his pants and began to peel them downwards.


Meeting no resistance from his side, she pulled them down until they too lay crumpled on the ground with his cloak. That’s better, she whispered, slowly standing up from her crouched position to meet his gaze. There was one thing her lips still craved and now, if he’d let her, she hoped to get it. Raising up on her tippy toes, the petite woman gently leaned into him, placing a sweet kiss upon his lips before bounding away with a giddy laugh. Her hair rippled around her when she turned back his way, now at the other side of one of the steaming pools. The nymph dipped a toe in before the rest of her lithe legs followed, a heavenly warmth washing across her fur until soon enough she’d drenched herself up to her neck. Lola gently kicked off the bottom, floating to her back with her neck bent up so she could face him. What are you waiting for? She giggled, beckoning for him to join her as the sun began to fall.

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His goddess trailed her kisses from the gashes on his abdomen to all and any little cut, scrape, and bruise the marred his flesh, willing away his pain with the gentle movements of her mouth. There was no wound untouched by her lips, she rained her blessings and approval upon each and every one, taking special care of those on his forearm. His eyes closed as she explored him, giving himself away to the soft sensations, the affectionate caresses meant to express her gratitude and dull his hurts, knowing that he had endured this pain for her. He could rest easy with the fact that he had defended her honor, restored it that little bit. This fight was far from over, but she- his Loralei had taken some steps towards that final confrontation, slow, sure steps with him at her side. He’d fight for her, for that fragile piece of her and restore to her to the woman she had been all that time ago.


Where her lips touched him so did her hands, wandering upwards sending currents of electricity wherever they roamed, filling his body with a gentle warmth. His heart responded to her own, his breathing slow and relaxed, hitching every once in a while when her lips brushed over the gashes that were deepest. When her eyes met his he smiled fondly back at her recapturing that spark of mischief, her poor, beautiful, wounded knight, only partially true. She was the most beautiful creature he’d ever laid eyes upon. It was selfish his gaze, trapping her within and intent to keep her there, all to himself. “Beautiful?” He began, teasing, “I wouldn’t say that... Handsome? Sure. Charming...hmmm, maybe? But not beautiful.” He shook his head gently with a light, warm chuckle, still smiling with pure radiant affection back at her. You’re beautiful.” He stressed, taking her hands in his own. “I am...I am such a lucky man.” The tawny knight’s voice was husky with emotion, somewhat breathless.


When each and every wound had been sealed with the approving motion of her lips his silver goddess returned to the task at hand, smiling coyly as her capable fingers moved to the laces of his pants. Before he could say anything, she’d already released him from the restriction of the cloth and was pulling the fabric down to pile at his feet. His hazel eyes had fallen with the fabric, a bit of a flush in his cheeks and the faint stirrings of his desire, already searching for her to bring it to it’s full potential. She picked herself up and pushed herself upwards into his lips, his own meeting hers, but before it could deepen she darted teasingly away, her melodious chiming laughter trailing behind her as she bounded lightly to the other side of the pool. She dipped a dainty little toe into its warmth before easing herself in, leaving him standing on the opposite side. He shook his head lightly a pleasant laugh issuing from him as she called after him. “Just catching my breath.” He grinned, before taking steps towards the rim of the waters.


He dipped his foot in tentatively before slowly, carefully sinking himself into the warmth of the shimmering waters, having taken a deep breath, the setting sun reflected in its glassy surface. The cleansing warmth washed over his exposed wounds stinging pain turning his body to stone for a moment as it adjusted. Once the pain began to ebb away he could feel the warmth working on his aches, relaxing them away into the leisurely ripples around his body and her own. He crossed the pool towards where she floated, the droplets of waters shimmering on the parts of her body that were exposed to the open air, taking his breath away. Tremors of anxiety rippled through him, but he combated them, swallowed them down until he was at her side.

“This was where I was last night.” said the tawny knight beside her. “it’s required that those wishing to join the Brotherhood stand vigil for a night to reflect on their lives and motivations.” His eyes turned to a dark tunnel far on their field of vision. “we also have to pry a gem from a vein in that mine, and wear it at all times from that moment on.” He lifted the purple gem to her eyes once they returned. “I sat just over there.” the knight indicated towards the cool gem encrusted pool in the distance. “I thought about where I came from, how far I’d come...And I prayed for you...for us.” Alister was quiet, thoughtful a moment, “I thought about what happened, I was so conflicted, I didn’t know what to do, but the more I thought the more I knew, this... What we have is real.” His voice was decisive. He was past the horrors of the days before, the revelation of his lover’s duality, the demon that lurked in the shadows behind her eyes, crawled under her skin.


“And I know, I’ve kept you waiting...I’ve been waiting so long, all of my life, for you. I just wanted it to be perfect, I wanted it to be right.” His stomach fluttered with anxious butterflies. The knight’s hazel gaze turned away, a furious flush filling his cheeks. “I’m not experienced...I-I’ve never done this before, I’m sure you noticed. I mean, how could you not...I was so, so obvious.” The words fell from his lips in a tumble and his heart raced in his chest. Part way through his eyes had fluttered back to her gorgeous face, peering at her sheepishly from beneath his lashes. “What I’m saying is...I want you to be my first...my last. I- love you, with all my heart, with all of my soul, and I think...” he shook his head slightly, correcting himself. “I know I’m ready...” He closed his eyes and took in a breath. “If-if you would have me...”

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Yay finally posting...was writing this right before an actual fire began in my building for anyone reading our thread. :P[000]

Everything was magical, beautiful, mesmerizing, and yet so unbelievable. She’d pinch herself to check if she were dreaming, but her hand stilled, laying palm down against her flat stomach. Even if it was a dream, she’d never want to wake from this, this feeling of weightlessness as she floated in the warm pool, eyes heavenward when they weren’t embracing the handsome visage of her love. This was what true happiness must feel like. The heavy burden of her secret was out, or least shared with another so the load wasn’t only hers to bear. And in his eyes a warmth of forgiveness...of acceptance she felt she’d never find in someone, but Alister...he tawny knight, the champion of swords...he loved her, loved her..and who was she deny him any of her own mutual passion? An emptiness that had filled her very soul the moment she’d given herself to the village player only to deepen over time with each person she took to bed, was now filling with an endless love and wanting for him...and only him. Her white king...her savior.


This is where she needed to be. Laughing at his jokes, easily falling into a playful banter that lovers of old possessed. That’s what if felt like--she’d known him all her life and yet, they had only days ago met. Her love, their love was so intense and so passion filled it left her constantly wanting more, fiending for the next high or the next chance of touching him and feeling their chemistry electrify the cells within their bodies. Her blood whispered his name with each heavy beat of her heart, the pulsing in her veins a written testament to what she had found and what she’d never give away now that she belonged to him and he belonged to her. It was reckless and crazy, but nothing in her life had felt this right or made so much sense. He was her air to breathe now, no other would do and to feel the hot breath of someone else caress down her neck, made her feel a skin crawling sickness. If anyone were to make her flesh rise to sensitive dimples, it would have to be Alister, the master of her body. That unquenchable fire in her loins--the demon that stalked the darkness would be tamed by her tawny knight’s kiss, her own personal dragon slayer for the monster she couldn’t undertake herself. But would he be enough? Only time could tell.


Drunk in his presence and tipsy from his love, the fae teased and coaxed from the safety of the waters. Just catching my breath, he responded, leaving herself to feel the same way--breathless. Her eyes crinkled with glee, she felt positively giddy with desire as he neared the pool she occupied. Her silver orbs watched him slip into the warmth, a pained expression briefly freezing his handsome features until he relaxed into the waters, no doubt soothing to his lacerations and bite wounds despite the initial sting. Her heart was pounding, surely sending odd ripples across the water’s surface as he approached her, but before he could get to her floating form, her willowy legs descended so she could hover like a buoy by his side. Completely oblivious to the anxiety he was feeling, her ears cocked forwards to listen to his tale. So this was where he was the night before, her eyes cast about admiring the scenery, briefly straining to see the mine he indicated before resting on the pretty gem wore in tandem with his sun amulet. Her fingers gently touched the cool prism of purple before he continued. Lola tried to picturing him sitting where he indicated, thinking upon all these things. A small frown was forming on her lips, she wasn’t sure how she felt...being prayed for, but the finality in his voice when he claimed what we have is real, banished the sad look as a tentative smile began to build.


The intimacy of the moment was felt now, a heaviness of anticipation building in his words. The subtle hints of his nervousness were now spilling into the lilt his voice, his accent so familiar, a mental turn on echoing from her past. The comely smile on her lips was growing, her own butterflies stirring up in the pit of her stomach as the slow realization of his sudden confessions were beginning to make sense. Her hand had moved away from the Brotherhood gem to cool the fire in his cheeks, willing him to glance her way once more...as sheepish as it was, it only made the corners of her lip curve further upward, as if the actions of her warmth could give him the strength he needed to continue. She shook her head with a soft chuckle, remembering the day they had tumbled to the ground with perfect clarity, how positively charged their bodies were, how badly they had wanted each other but for the first time in her life...Lola had actually been the one to smother the flames before they could rise any higher. You weren’t that obvious my love, she whispered...a little fib to save his pride, but she had found his anxiousness so adorable that day and even now, her own timidness was brought on by the importance of what he was willing to share.


Even with all her intuition of what was to come, the woman could not even begin to prepare herself for the words she hadn’t realized she was wishing all along for him to say. A megawatt grin broke the surface of her lips and a shimmer matching the water’s surface entered her eyes. To hear this request and to have the man she so desperately loved, pouring his heart out to her as he did, had he feeling like the pool itself. A big warm puddle of goodness, her hand fell from his cheek as the other shot forward, both wrapping tightly around his neck in a heartfelt squeeze. Oh Alister! She exclaimed, hugging her wet body against him tighter as if to become one. She pulled back slightly, heart surely hammering against his chest as her twinkling eyes searched his face for the joy matching her own. I love you...with all my heart and soul and it would be my honor to be your first...your last...(oh shit fire!) to be your everything if you’d be mine. Her arms slipped from his neck, slowly making their way down his back to hug his hips against her own. Her hands slowly withdrew to find his as his sides, interlacing with his fingers to bring them up to her lips. She gently kissed the slightly bruised flesh there, eyes still locked upon his. Be my last Alister...my present and my future. I am yours...alone...from this day forward.

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His heart beat ever faster when she took the gem in her hands, her gaze cast wherever he indicated it to go, listening to him with a subtle frown wrinkling her gorgeous visage. It fell away in the moments that passed. Malakai’s interruption was still a sore point for the pair, but it was something the man had been determined to overcome- something he had overcome the night before as he sat his lonely vigil by the glittering waters. This love was too potent, too powerful to let a low-life such as Malakai to get in the way. It would only lead to his triumph- to have the nymph unfettered, likely to flee to him once again as the heat of her desire climbed. Alister was her chains, her bonds, but they were only there to ensure she never fell again. He would not allow the darkness to swallow her whole, swallow up the woman she had been. His innocent, radiant, graceful Loralei.


The searing heat that had flooded his features continued to burn beneath his fur. It didn’t settle until her hands left the purple gem to rest against the sun amulet and rose to cool the fire. She urged his eyes back to her own, which promptly obliged, peering up from beneath his lashes. Locked on to her leaf-tinted irises he took comfort from the depths, and the sheepishness began to dissolve. The butterflies continued to flutter twist his stomach, but he fed into her strength and gained confidence from his lovers touch. "You weren’t that obvious," that comment made him grin ever so slightly. So, he was obvious, but only a little. If there was such a thing as a little obvious. Blushing, but not as furiously a soft chuckle met her own. His eyes darted to the side, but quickly returned. It was a relief to say it aloud, something he’d kept mostly to himself. She was the only one who knew, besides Sidra, who was a bit sharper than he’d realized to pick up on such a subtle statement. She’d later mocked him for it, but not Loralei. It endeared him to her all the more- a mark of his own morality. He was untainted and pure, strong in his desire to reserve himself for someone who would realize the worth of what he was willing to give. Sex was sharing the secrets of your body with another individual. The secret lost its value the more parties it was shared with, each time becoming more and more insignificant until it was another bodily function- pleasurable, but little else.


He wanted more. He wanted to feel something other than the enjoyment of his body. Alister sought that connection, not just the union of body, but of soul. He already felt that with her, and he knew that this night would be, by far, one of the best in his life, no matter what the future held for them both, he’d cherish these moments to the end of time. The more he revealed of his intentions, his thoughts, the wider her grin grew. The admission was easier than he’d thought before, and her borrowed strength had the anxiety melting away from his features. When he’d finished speaking his heart leapt to see the joy in her features, and he welcomed her to him as he watched her rush forward to wrap her arms around his neck. His smile was radiant as her own, and his arms held her close. She pulled back to take in his expression, which mirrored her own without a doubt. He was exultant as she returned his sentiments with whole-hearted sincerity and pure, limitless love.


His body was sensitive to her touch in his anxiety, and pleasant chills followed her hands as they fell down his back to pull their hips together. His body was warm with their proximity. His hands remained still, but his heart was hammering with anticipation, climbing only higher with their lower bodies pressed against one another. His skin felt alive beside hers. The temptation to follow her hands with his gaze was thrown aside as his hazel pools were loath to withdraw from her own dazzling leaf-tinted irises. Her fingers interlaced with his own and he felt his hands rise. She drew them to her lips blessing them with her kisses as she’d done the rest of his body. Her words reverberated within him, words he’d been longing to hear all along. “I will. I am yours, from this day, until my last day, and whatever lies beyond.” He yearned for the events of the night which seemed to draw nearer and nearer with every breath. Conquering his anxiety he moved their hands downwards to their sides and leaned into her lips to grant her the kiss he’d been withholding for days now. His lips melded to her own, relishing their softness, eagerly and swiftly deepening the kiss, begging for more. His fingers itched with the desire to explore her, and gently pulled free of her own.


His hands rose to her face first, cupping it, gently, before trailing lightly down the sides of her neck. The path his fingers forged was slow, as he memorized every slope, every curve of her body. They fell down her womanly shoulders, whispering against the sensitive flesh of her inner arm before moving inwards. He grew tentative then, his fingers merely brushing just beneath her breasts. His gaze which had fallen to trace the path of his hands and fingers returned to her eyes, savoring their gaze, and taking it in, reading her desires before he ventured further towards the inevitable.

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Went ahead and marked it M. :P Sorry for the wait!![000]

Only half aware of the inner turmoil Alister was feeling, Lola was being bombarded by her own shadows of fear and doubt. What if I’m not good enough? What If it’s too good? What if its not possible for me to make...love? The thoughts stormed her walls, each one hitting her defenses with a force that left her feeling more unsure of this decision, of the choice both of them wanted to make with one another. How would he feel about her after she shared her body, knowing full well he wasn’t the first to enjoy its secrets? Would he even be able to give himself completely to her? Could she even convey her emotions to him through this? She wanted his first time to be perfect, magical, enchanting...and so far the scene had already been bought. The beautiful dazzling place alight now with the falling sun in the scattered pools made the perfect backdrop for his first time...her first time with all her walls down, making love to someone she knew she couldn’t be without. But was she even capable of this? In all the times she’d laid beneath someone or dominated the space above, it had never been about sharing a piece of herself, it was simply giving pleasure and taking what she could from the other. Lola didn’t want to do that to Alister. She wanted to truly share herself, learn every secret desire within his soul, and have him come to his own conclusions of what her body needed.

A virgin had always been a rare prize for the demon. Such lovers were easily manipulated into becoming her own personal machines of sex. They knew what their master needed and it didn’t take long or a large amount of buttons for her to push them over the edge. But that’s all they were to her, robots. Empty shells possessing few talents and once she had had them every which way, she tossed them aside, and searched out new lovers...some seasoned and some green. Her tawny knight was none of these things, but the fae was so afraid that this mentality had been ingrained in her. What if she slept with Alister, something she’d wanted from the moment her leaf tinged eyes fell upon his muscular body--his muscles rippling seductively beneath his flesh the day she’d watch him best another in the ring, and then once the deed was done her feelings for him would become less intense? No, that couldn’t be. The way he made her feel was something she’d never experienced with anyone else. There was no “getting over” him. This was an issue she couldn’t put into words or even begin to explain to him. It made her feel affected, but it was her illness...the demon that poisoned her so. She needed Al to be her salvation, a means to the end of her monster. And she wanted so desperately so, to make this right, to have it be something that could sate her for the rest of her life. To be monogamous, to have a normal life again...

“I will. I am yours, from this day, until my last day, and whatever lies beyond.” His words washed over her, pushing back the worries with his tenderness and sincerity. She could do this, they could do this, her doubts seemed so silly when the answer was so obviously in front of her and before she could muster a reply, Alister was burning her lips with the softest most meaningful kiss only he could manage. Lola rose into his lips, pressing up on her toes and leaning into him as her lips met his, tender and gently like their first time before the kiss deepened and changed. It was hungry, passionate, and so full of her desire and love...she could barely breathe. They hadn’t done this since the incident and now that their parted lips finally met, she knew she never wanted them to be separated for so long again. Pressed firmly together, melding with each soft suck and gentle exploration of tongue, they were meant to kiss only one another. Her silver eyes had closed with a gentle sigh as she gave herself to this intimate moment, the touch of his hands leaving hers to first cup her face before the tips of his fingers trailed lines of electricity down her neck, her arms, and finally beneath her breasts. Her breath hitched in unexpected pleasure, this touch as innocent as it was, burned with a naughtiness that caused her eyes to open with a mischievous gleam. Her own hands mirrored over his, guiding his to continue their path, applying pressure so he could properly stroke the twin hills before his fingertips could trail the supple valley between them.

Lola kept her gaze on his for a minute before biting down flirtatiously on her lip as her hands left his, her eyes followed the one finger that trailed slowly downward from her breast line to her navel before challengingly glancing back up at his amber eyes. Would he dare take the plunge himself? She didn’t allow him time to ponder when her hands left her own body to explore his. They started beneath the surface of the water, fingers tracing his cut lines before rising out of the heated pool to trail lines of water up his abdomen, avoiding the angry cuts until her wet fingers arrived at his chest. She ran them slowly over the expanse of muscled flesh here before her arms were wrapping around his neck again and her eager lips were pressing against his. I love you, she said between a passionate kiss. She’d never get her fill of kisses from him, but she pulled away, devilish look in her eyes again as she slowly maneuvered for the male to sit down on one of the shelfs in the pool, made smooth from the passage of time and current in the waters. A slow burn had begun in her cheeks, but it didn’t stop her from expertly swinging a leg to the opposite side of his thigh so she could properly straddle him against the earth made seat. She hovered above him, propped up by her knees as her lips whispered kisses down left side of his face, starting at his ear and gently nibbling their way down. Her lips caressed and nipped at his neck down to his collar bone before shifting to the right side and beginning the journey in the opposite direction. Once they’d reached the tip of his right ear, she kissed down his brows, the bridge of his nose, and finally ended at his mouth. A deep and satisfying kiss as her hands brought his to the outside of her thighs, her own hands finally dropping away to explore his chest once again as she continued to kiss him.

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Her breath hitched as his fingers whispered beneath the swell of her breasts. Hazel eyes caught the mischievous twinkle in her own, he smiled in return, and allowed her hands to guide him. She was so soft beneath his calloused palms, and he cupped the flesh gently reveling in the increasing intimacy of this caress. A thumb brushed her nipple, eyes still locked on her own and he went with the motions that moved his hands down into the valley between. Coyly her hands left his and Alister watched as she bit down on her lip, gaze soon drawn to the silvery digit that trailed down her body stopping at her navel, before rising back up. He followed it, heat spreading in his cheeks to see daring element to her gaze once his eyes came to rest on her own again. Fighting the urge to look away, he gazed back with a smoldering intensity instead, determined to rise to the challenge. He wasn’t going to back away from this, not today. Slowly, his hands forged their own path, traversing the valley downwards, brushing the bottoms of her breasts once more as they moved outward to her sides. They traced her curves, the swell of her hip before wandering the flat plane of her stomach. His eyes darted up to her own as her hands traced the hard lines of his body. She started low on his body, coaxing the tawny male’s eyes closed as his breathing slowed. She moved around the many cuts and scrapes, exploring the hard ridges of his abdomen, the muscular expanse of his chest, and lastly, coming to wrap around his neck.


His hands came to rest on the small of her back and he pulled her close, meeting the passion of her lips, and transforming it into something palpable with his own. “And I love you, always.” He whispered in reply. When she pulled away his head tilted with curiosity, gaze narrowing once she came towards him, causing him to back up slowly until his body came to rest against the natural shelf in the side of the pool. His lips tugged into a knowing grin, the amber in his gaze smoldering with a seductive intensity. His interest was already perked when she came to straddle him on the nature made seat, and forced a bit of space between them, pressing a hardness against her lower body which loomed over him when she straightened. The knight leaned in to her kisses, his hands coming to rest at her waist for a moment then rising exploratively up her back. He wanted to memorize every part of her, knowing that her body was his alone from this moment on.


Alister loved this female, more so than he could ever express, and it didn’t bother him that she’d had many lovers before him, all that mattered was that he would be her last- the only one that ever mattered. That’s all he could ever hope for. Her body’s secrets might have already been revealed, but to him she was still a mystery, one he would unravel bit by bit, slowly, more thoroughly than another male, or female ever could. They had their entire lives, and in time he would learn what it was she wanted, what it was she needed. He, and he alone would provide for her needs from now on. Destiny had chosen them for each other, and it was their destiny to become one, their union blessed by whatever divine power existed in this broken world. He knew that it would be perfect, the time was right, their love was right.


She nibbled along his neck down to his collarbone, and he gave in to the movements of her mouth, breath hitching now and again when her hot breath whispered against a sensitive spot. His hands had moved from her back to her front, moving from her sides, to her belly, and up, pausing at her breasts which he cupped gently, his thumb tracing a nipple in slow circles, as he leaned in to kiss her neck which was revealed to him for a brief moment as her kisses trailed down his opposite side. His smile was warm and broadened when she kissed his brows, snout, and finally his lips. He kissed her back passionately, one hand wandering to her back to pull her into his lips, which was soon removed to her thighs. The knight’s body was humming with current, positively sparking in what little space was left between them in the intimacy of their position. He could feel her heat, and slowly his hands moved inwards, seeking it. Anxious butterflies danced in the pit of his stomach, but he fought them away, and moved those daring tan digits further, so very slowly. His eyes darted down to where his hands boldy ventured and up to her leaf-tinted irises. When she kissed him, he kissed deeply back, fingers finally reaching the top of her mound. His heart hammered in his chest, and his breathing was ragged as her kisses left him increasingly breathless. He was so close now, his desire having reached its full potential now between them, pressing against her in its need. Alister wasn’t shy of it anymore, they were too far to turn back, and he’d already pledged himself to her, he’d already promised to share this passion with her, well, and truly by uniting their flesh.


One hand continued to linger on her mound, while the other pressed into her hip. His fingers boldly moved downwards to the warmth and softness of her folds like silk beneath his rough, calloused hands. They ghosted over the little nub, exploring her as his eyes gazed into her own, reading her reactions to the naughty touch. His face was flushed, but his fingers continued their slow, leisurely path even as every part of him thrummed with excitement. She was softer and more delicate than he could imagine, and a naughty finger moved down her slit, hovering at the source of her heat, slick and inviting. His gaze grew more intense, burning a question into her own before he could cross the threshold, and explore her as fully as he wished.

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His touch was magnified as time seemed to slow. All that remained were the ripples in the warm pool and their two bodies radiating the kind of heat lover’s seemed to possess. If there was birdsong in the failing light, she didn’t hear it, the music in her ears the steady thrum of her heart and the low breaths belonging to herself and him. She was entranced, simply enraptured in Alister’s touch as the rough calluses of his fingertips melded with her fur and flesh causing a warmth to build at her center. Her body was already willing and ready for him, but this was something to enjoy, to take slow and savor. His hands moved with hers gaining pressure as his own confidence built. A breathy laugh escaped her parted lips when his thumb brushed over her nipple, rising beneath his touch and both standing at attention shortly after. The experimental move sent shivers down her spine causing her to jerk slightly towards him, her breasts were sensitive and attuned to him now as she became hyper aware of where his hands were at all times. Her tawny knight’s gaze alone was enough to cause her knees to buckle as he returned her challenging stare, but she stood her ground, highly aroused that he wasn’t about to shy away from what he’d started now...for what he’d asked for--what they both needed. She drew closer just as his wicked hands began to find ground.


Her breath came in slow shallow huffs as her moonlit eyes closed to envision the path his fingertips took. They whispered beneath her hills once more, ghosting over her ribs, the supple curves of her waistline, the flirty swell of her hips, and finally coaxing butterflies to dance beneath her abdomen. A smile had formed on her lips as the sudden feeling of plunging from a great height entered her body. He made her body sing in way she hadn’t experienced before and so far she enjoyed it, the feeling of being played like an instrument, soft touch, cool breeze, she was his for keeps. Her eyes opened at last, locking with his, a beautiful gaze she’d never get used to but her grin only widened. It was now her turn to return the favor. Loralei watched in pleased awe as those earthen orbs closed and he gave into the sensations she drew out with her water dipped fingers. She took her time, careful not to get too close to the angry slashes, she wanted their night to be about pleasure, not pain--gentle and sweet, not rushed and selfish. Whatever he’d give she’d give in return and more. The first time was special, meant to be cherished as a beautiful memory instead of a sickening regret like hers was. She wanted to love him to the end of time, and tonight she’d prove her words.


His whispered response spurred on her bravery, the nervousness of ruining this night had all but vanished. She loved him, there was no way she could mess this up. Their connection was beyond anything she could compare to or even begin to explain to someone. Tonight they’d both make love for the first time and the silver fae’s heart only raced in anticipation. Her movement caused a commotion in the water, but soon it settled around them, a liquid blanket to their lowers halves as she straddled him. Alister’s excitement was building, only furthering her own arousal, but she ignored this part of him for the moment, chancing a mischievous glance at what she’d be working with. A giggle rippled through her as her lips continued their path up his neck. To say her tawny knight was big would be an understatement. Her cheeks burned crimson beneath the powdery silver of her fur, she’d always thought her white king was impressive but this well...she’d have a lot to work with.


Her back arched into the feeling of his hands behind her as tingles ran up and down her spine but she continued to lick and kiss a path, increasing and lessening pressure each time his breathing changed. His hands moved to her waist again, taking a route up her belly, cupping and teasing breasts once more, but it was the sudden kiss on her own neck which caused her to gasp in delighted surprise before she continued. She growled affectionately when he pulled her closer, crushing their lips together in a passionate kiss. She wanted him so badly now, but forced herself to take it slow, pausing to see what he’d do next, now that she’d moved his hands. Her eyes stayed locked on his face when his fingers began burning a trail toward her inner thighs. She held her breath, heart pounding in anticipation until his fingers came to the source of her heat. She pressed her lips to him, a physical indication that he could continue and she wanted him to as his own need began to press against stomach, she pushed her hips against him response to the tips of his opposite fingers and his hand slipped even further. She let Alister see her moan, as she rocked forward gently, eyes open and sultry, followed by a pleased smile on her face. Her petals were already so wet and inviting, quivering beneath her tawny knight’s touch beneath the surface of the pool. The slick wetness increased as his fingers went even further, tantalizing the sensitive gates of her womanhood. She gasped breathily, hips swiveling slightly as her hair fell to the side, long tendrils floating on top of the water when her eyes stared down to his. He wanted to go further and was looking for her green light, she grinned before leaning forward and kissing him teasingly on his lips. I’m yours, she whispered in response, he didn’t need her approval to move forward...he had always had it to begin with.

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When his thumb strayed across the nub in the center of her breast his lover’s body jerked towards him, a breathy laugh escaping her. It swelled and hardened beneath his touch, and feeling the same reaction in the other as well, a grin tugged at his muzzle. The tawny knight took note of her every reaction, every brush of his fingers that caused her breath to rush past her lips, or her body jump he catalogued in his clever mind, reminding himself to perform the action again later. Her body’s secrets were already becoming uncovered and it thrilled him to elicit such a reaction from her with just a simple touch. As his eyes burned with the intensity of his choice, and determination to see it through, her own locked onto his. They closed as his hands wandered her lithe sultry frame. His motions were explorative, journeying slowly over the graceful extent of her curves. She was the most beautiful creature he’d ever laid eyes on, so soft and delicate. Her bosom wasn’t the largest he’d seen, but he’d never been attracted the sinful swells and curves of women such as Elissa. Loralei’s breasts were perfect the way they fit into the palms of his hands, her dancer’s body the most elegant construction imaginable. He’d never be attracted to another female, he’d never desire anyone else. He’d been aroused before, but, never like this. She made him feel things he couldn’t possibly dream of knowing, his body positively humming with energy in their proximity while yearning almost painfully to be closer.


Cornered into the earth carved seat they explored each other more, their lips meeting time and again, hungrier, lusty, full of desire, and pure, passionate love. The whole world seemed to fall away in this state of perfect bliss. As her lips trailed their path up and down his neck, her gaze coyly withdrew to glance at the sight of his manhood hard, and urgently pressed impossibly close to her. The knight’s brow quirked to hear her airy giggle, and he flushed furiously as his gaze dropped to follow where her’s had plunged. The giggle intrigued him, and his stomach fluttered. Was that a good sign? He wanted to ask, but stopped himself, unable to form the words for fear that the flush in his cheeks would spill over into the lilt of his voice. He could only hope that she was pleased with what he had to offer, but it did make him a little tentative, the curiosity burning through him.


She seemed to be studying his reactions as intently as she was him, and whenever his breathing hitched and flesh responded she increased or lessened the pressure to intensify his reaction. It worked, evidenced by his ragged breathing. The kiss on her neck was well-received, and his eyes narrowed and smoldered in reaction to her low growl. As his hands slipped lower beneath the surface of the water his lover’s eyes remained locked on his own. A gentle kiss was planted on his lips which he took as encouragement, just as her hips pressed against his fingers, willing them deeper. As his fingers grazed against her willing flesh Loralei leaned into him, and moaned. His jaw nearly dropped at the sultry sound, his body reeling from the pleasured notes. She was...breathtaking, and soon his visage morphed into one of purposeful determination, hazel eyes still blazing with desire, as his manhood nearly throbbed with want for her. Alister would hear her moan again, and the thought spurred him forwards. Her walls seemed to moisten with his touch, welcoming it, wanting it, begging him to continue.


Another gasp came from his lover and he could feel his heart hammering with anticipation. He wanted this, he wanted her. He wanted to finally feel the soft passages of her womanhood. The desire was so intense it nearly consumed him, and when her lips pressed against his, her whisper caused the hairs to rise on the back of his neck, and slowly he put subtle pressure on his daring finger which pushed gently past her entrance and into the soft passage. His hazel gaze had locked on to her own, he was no longer asking permission, he’d passed the threshold, and was now looking to see the pleasure in her visage. With his other hand gripping her hip he withdrew his finger, only to enter her again, just as slow, taking his time to know her as much as he could with the intimate caress. His lips met hers again as his finger picked up a slow, leisurely rhythm, in and out. The kiss was hungry, passionate, full of burning desire, and something else now...need. Everything seemed intensified, every sight, every sound. Her passages were slick with her own need, her own arousal, and he continued the rhythmic motions of his finger, upping the pace just slightly. The tawny knight pulled out of their kiss, his other hand pressing her more firmly. He trailed his lips along her jaw line, peering up under his lashes at her leaf-tinted irises, all the while his fingers moving in and out. His mouth moved down her neck, his hot, ragged breathing whispering against her as his lips continued to trail downwards. They were tracing her collarbone now, sucking lightly. He wanted her so badly now and his lips pressed their need into her flesh, moving ever downward towards the swell of one of her perfect breasts. He remembered her reaction to his errant thumb, tracing the nub experimentally, and decided to continue, this time, with his mouth. His tongue traced the outline of the swollen circle, eyes darting up to her once again, trying to read her body’s responses. His finger which plunged into her depths withdrew to be joined by another digit, the corners of his lips twitched in a slightly roguish grin as he gently, but firmly entered her again.

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Each atom in her frost furred body sang to the tune of Alister’s fingertips, each digit a conductor to the symphony of her sighs and moans. He drew out the lustful sounds with each studied touch and stroke, painstakingly taking the time to discover the ways in which her breath was held and exhaled in response to his actions. For one so inexperienced in bedroom games, Loralei was pleasantly surprised to find how adept and willing a pupil he was. He listened to her as one would tune a guitar, passionate and gentle, making sure every need was met while agile fingers tightened and loosened the pegs of her strings. Her supple body rested above him, as his hands danced along her tall neck, fingertips finding the key frets that when strummed, struck a pretty tune, but Loralei wasn’t a guitar...and Alister wasn’t a musician. They were simply two souls entwined, entangled by the love they shared for one another. Missing puzzle pieces no more, a perfect match, opposites collide, and a beautiful disaster is born. They were star crossed, fate bound, and so completely meant to be. How could she have known her destiny waited on foreign shores? How could she have predicted him to be an end to her nightmares? She couldn’t question it, didn’t want to, because deep in her bones she knew..this was her place, this was her home...with him and only him. He was the one she had been searching for all this time. Nobody else could fill void she’d try to fill with countless others for so long. She felt alive again, protected, cared for and above all, loved. Alister was hers, that’s all that mattered now. It was insane, crazy, maddening, but the only two it needed to make sense to, was them. They were living it, breathing it, and being it...together.


She could almost feel his flesh humming beneath her, between her two trembling thighs, his arousal so apparent in the rod smushed between her lower abdomen and his. It was incredible how hot they burned for one another, even now as his fingers daringly inched along her flesh she sighed his praises, physically begging him to press onward. The flush in his cheeks only increased the beating of her heart, this was making love, the moments your brain captured images of something so endearing and sexy, you couldn’t possibly get the same shot twice. These were the frames and snapshots one pulled up in their mind on a cold evening alone, remembering the blissful times they’d shared with someone else, someone dear to them...someone they loved. Click. Loralei would savor this one for all eternity, the moment Alister worried about his other sword, but there was nothing here to cause anxiety. He wasn’t stopping, the coquettish moan he’d conjured in her had added fuel to the fire, spurning him onward, her positive reactions were the indicators that he was doing this right. She continued kissing him, tasting the salt of sweat against his skin, not caring that the grit and blood from his fur was mixing into hers. Soon enough they’d both be drenched...in more ways than one.


The husky whisper left her lips and she could feel his fur rise on the sides of her arms wrapped about his neck. A grin was tugging at the corner of her lips when her arms withdrew to paint ten lines down his chest before the brave soldier, a calloused digit entered her. Loralei’s body quaked against him, as her hands found temporary ground on his shoulders. Alister...she whispered breathily, letting him see in her eyes just how good that had felt. When it withdrew she bit her lip, a pouting look on her face until he re-inserted the finger. She breathed low with obvious pleasure, leaning down to kiss him once more and moaning softly against his lips as he continued to stroke her. Her breathing was become ragged, but she continued kissing him, tongue swirling against his and her hips pushing into his hand until he withdrew to tease her neckline. She gasped, throwing back her head a bit to allow him better access, her dark lidded eyes fluttered shut as her fur and nipples rose to attention, his warm breath and sucking sending electric waves through her body. The silver fae cried out loud when the heat of his tongue tantalized the outside of her nipple, nails dug into his shoulders slightly at the surprising burst of fire that pulsed from her flesh. She wanted him now and wasn’t sure how long she could hold out.


A soft giggle mixed with a sigh slipped past her lips as her eyes opened to see him boyishly grinning back up at her. Her naughty, perfect, handsome king. He was so sexy it was painful and usually the first time for anyone was embarrassing and awkward, but Alister was throwing himself in it, not looking or holding anything back. A mix between a growl and purr emanated from her partially open maw as the brown eared male inserted another finger. Her right hand fell from its perch, slowly sliding down the wet trail it had traced before to join the hand between her legs. A mischievous glint was in her eye as she added her pointer finger to the mix, dominating his two with a beckoning “come hither” motion within her moistened folds, she ended the sensual stroke with a swirling motion, making sure he knew to gently press against the nub. Satisfied with the little lesson, her lithe hand withdrew, fingers curling outward so her nails would gently tickle the sensitive flesh near his navel. She leaned down and began to kiss the base of his neck as her fingers gently danced downward, getting ever closer to the sensitive flesh near his engorged manhood. Loralei’s chest rose from his, she wanted to see this next part as pointer and middle finger traced the outline of his girth against his stomach, now and then brushing over his iron shaft. She’d tease him all day if she could, but her petals were already flooded in excitement. I want you, she confessed a shy chuckle following her words. I’ve wanted this for awhile now... she continued, the fae's slim fingers now wrapping around his length and slowly pumping him beneath the water as her mouth came to nuzzle into his ear. Make love to me Alister, she moaned, withdrawing slightly to kiss the corner of his mouth.




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ooc Fixd'd my typos xD[1429]

She breathily spoke his name as he entered her with a gentle push, the amber of his eyes burning with the purest lust. He nearly trembled as he watched her eyes roll with pleasure, grinning reassuringly as a pout ghosted across her features, remedying it with another press inside her. It was right, so right. Their bodies were molded specifically for one another. There was no better match, he had found her, all this time he had been waiting. All this time he’d ignored the desires of his flesh, waiting for the one who would turn his world on its head. His body burned for her, seeking her, almost painfully as his heart throbbed in his chest. It was her he’d been searching for, there was no one else he could share this with, no one else who could make him feel so powerfully. His skin shuddered as currents of electricity seemed to sing in his veins- fire and ice coursing through him. A low growl bubbled up from his chest as his fingers moved in and out, drawing out her desire. She moaned against his lips, breathless from his daring venture into her depths that cried out for his touch. He deepened the kiss, taking in great mouthfuls of air whenever he had the chance. She was so sensual, her every motion. Just looking at her, feeling her in his hands could send sparks and an incredible, demanding warmth into his lower body. He’d never felt anything like it. He wanted this to happen so badly, he couldn’t hold out much longer, he wanted her, so badly. Her walls were already slick in anticipation, trembling against his fingers which quickened their pace. More low growls fell from him, and his kiss was demanding.


Another breathy gasp resulted when his lips moved from her jawline to her elegant neck, and she threw her head back to allow him to reach her most sensitive points. Wherever her breathing hitched he would pause to focus on the point, to bid her skin to rise beneath his lips. His tongue trailed along slowly, lapping here and there. He was past the anxiety, the knowledge that she was his, and his alone, the sound of her gentle sighs, and feel of her moist walls around his rough fingers, spurred him onward. It fueled the fire, and he was finally content, confident in his motions, more than he had ever been. They’d never gone this far, they’d never reached this point before, but it was an adventure he was eager to begin. His whole body longed to be entwined with hers, to be locked together in the way of lovers. He was ready, the time was right. God, why had he waited so long? He was beyond stopping now, it was physically impossible, even if someone were to stumble upon them, locked in their intimate embrace he wouldn’t care. He only had eyes for her. His every sense was focused on her, eyes locked on her own when they weren't rolling in pleasure, ears thrown forward to catch every sound, every subtle sigh of breath, and his nostrils awash in her scent. When his lips found her erect nipple he trailed it with his tongue, swirling it around and around, savoring her completely. His heart nearly skipped a beat when she cried out, and he felt a hard pressure in his shoulders as her hands gripped him in their need. The corners of his lips upturned in a bit of a grin. He was pleasuring her, his uncertainty of his own sexual prowess was melting away. How could he have thought himself unworthy of her? This...Their love was real, more so than he could ever imagine, they were meant for each other. It wasn’t a question of whether he could satisfy her or not. He was the only one who truly could anymore.


Their love was what caused him to be so attuned to her. He wanted to please her, he wanted to learn, and it was a burning desire as real as the desire of his manhood which nearly throbbed in its need. He wasn’t certain how long, he, himself could last. She would be his first ever, it had to be perfect. Their bodies were so charged, they’d been ready since the moment their lips locked once again, but he wouldn’t stop until they couldn’t go another moment without being joined. His movements inside her paused as he felt her hand slip down, and past his own, coaxing his fingers to enter her again as her own did. His lips left the sensitive flesh of her nipple to gaze into her eyes as he allowed her naughty silver digit to instruct him on how to better please her. He mimicked the motion, following it’s path until they came to rest on the little bundle of nerves at the very top of her folds. Her finger left him to his own devices, and his fingers worked as instructed, replicating the motion, only to pause at the curious little ball. He traced it gently, rubbing it in a little circle, with his gaze locked on hers to read her expression. But, she was also touching him. Her hands branched out to ignite a fire in his lower body. His breath hitched as she ghosted across his hard length, a low growl bubbling up from him. His fingers slipped slowly down to enter her again, as his eyes burned his desire into her. He wanted her to touch him, he ached for it, longing desperately to feel her fingers wrap around him.


“I want you.” She whispered with a shy giggle. He gazed back at her, entranced. He wanted her, too, painfully so. The softest sound left him as she gave into his wish at last, wrapping her delicate fingers around him, squeezing, and drawing her hand up and down. He growled again, deeper, louder, more urgent. “Oh, God, I want you, too, painfully so, please, can I have you?” He could barely hold on, his voice came out in a husky whisper. He needed her. Her sensual voice breathed her reply. This was it, it was time. He would have her. He pulled her into his lips, meeting hers with a kiss far more passionate than any before. It spoke of his lust, his need, his pure love, the intense desire that burned in his blood, and whispered in his breath.


Swallowing, he carefully removed her from his lap, and exited the pool walking to the pile his clothes had formed and picked up the new fox fur lined cloak. “Wait for me, love.” He requested softly, body aching from being parted from her. He took the slate grey fabric towards a clear patch of soft earth that was free of snow, and cast in shadow by the trees. He spread it out to its full extent on the ground below and promptly returned to the sensual form of his moonlit goddess awaiting him in the pool. He offered his hand to help her from its waters, and once out of its depths he crouched down to slip his arm around the back of her knees and pulled her up into his body where he cradled her in the strong embrace of his arms. His eyes met hers with perfect potency and fiery intensity as he traversed the rocky edge carefully, stopping only when he’d reached the spot where his cloak came to rest on the soft ground.


He lowered her onto the blanket his cloak had formed with the greatest care, lowering himself to hover over her. Never leaving the embrace of her shimmering gaze of moonlight his hands coaxed her legs to the sides, opening her up to his advance as he settled himself between. His lips came to her own as his hands moved up the outsides of her thighs, to the swell of her hips, the curves of her waist. When he finally parted their lips his muzzle moved to her ear, “I want this to be perfect for you, tell me what to do, show me.” He pleaded softly, the desire his body felt spilling over into his voice as his breath caressed the outsides of her ear. He wanted this to be the best night of her life. He wanted to love her as she deserved, to be the partner she’d been longing for all along-- the one to put the others to rest. His manhood burned its need into her, so close to her sensitive, slick petals.

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hot hot hot!!!![000]

This was pleasure beyond her imagination, her handsome Adonis didn’t leave a spot un-caressed. He was being purely lead by her body’s indication, little hints and symbols left in her sudden intakes of breath and soft sighs of ecstasy. Usually she’d rush to all the good parts, or what she used to think were just the good parts, but this was passionate, erotic, and every bit intense and hot as the real deal. Their foreplay was an exploration of each other’s bodies and it was as if they were starved for each other after spending all this time separating as soon as the heat became too much to handle. The chemistry she had felt the moment her hand had glided down his sword and his earthen eyes met hers of the stars, she had melted on the spot--knew for sure he’d be the death of her if she couldn’t have him, someday...somehow. And now all those wild dreams and fantasies were coming true, but it hadn’t been a tangible reality for her until her lips had touched his cheek, soft and tentative at first as her world began to turn upside down. She had become his in that instant, feeling a pull towards him when the current of electricity moved between them. He went from a stranger to someone she swore she had known all her life in a few minutes, seemingly impossible, but true. He was home, and love, and light, and everything good she didn’t think she deserved after all this time and after all she’d done, he loved her, and his touch awakened emotions and sensations in her body she’d never felt before and didn’t quite know how to process, but there was no turning back....there was only moving forward with him at her side.


Loralei was so happy and giddy hovering above him, feeling his fingers move inside her as he drew out another soft moan. She couldn’t believe her luck to have found someone like him and that she felt so blissfully in love. She never wanted it to end, every inch of her body was on delicious fire, sizzling beneath his touch, and demanding he pay attention to it as soon as his free hand or mouth left. She felt like laughing or crying or perhaps both at once, but instead she leaned into him, shallowly breathing hot breath against his neck as he drew out her pleasure, the boyish grin on his face. Gods she loved him and wanted him so terribly but she’d let him learn and listen to how her body sang not wanting to rush a second of their intimacy...they’d have all night and the days to follow. His smoldering gaze was turning her to putty in his hands, she returned the look with her own conveying her own lust and love in those leaf flecked eyes before allowing his wicked tongue to caress the length of her neck. Her voice rumbled in her throat, caught between a moan and growl there, his own rumblings were only arousing her even more dousing his fingers in her essence the longer he teased her flesh. When her own finger dipped beneath the water to join the party she marveled at how he so quickly understood exactly what she needed, expertly mimicking her movements but when the rough skin on his digits pressed into her sensitive bud she truly did cry out, a free hand grabbing the thick his mane as her hips rocked into his. He had a magic touch no solo session could ever compare to. And now she’d repay that tantalizing favor.


She’d seen it before and had wanted to lay her hands upon it as soon as she draped herself across him in the hot pool. Alister’s proud manhood kept swelling in girth from all the sights and sounds he had already experienced and now she’d let her pale fingers dance across the rigid flesh, seeing if that skin could be stretched even tighter. Her sensual gaze locked on his face, delicious amusement entering her visage upon his caught breath and the rumbling growl in his chest. To be touched so intimately for the first time must’ve felt incredible, and it was Loralei’s ultimate wish to see him perfectly fulfilled. His reaction was just what she wanted, another snapshot for memory, he was so rugged and sexy she could hardly contain herself now when his hazel eyes connected with hers. His fingers went back to work, his need made known in one look, a command in those earthen orbs for her to grip him--take his length in her hand. So she did, barely able to touch her thumb on the other side which only excited even more as her hand began to stroke him, imagining his fingers replaced with this girth inside her and filling her. The vixen’s confession rushed passed her lips, the tangible evidence of his arousal beating in her hand, it was now or never, and by gods she could’ve came when the feral eruption of growls came from his maw at the pressure she applied, his own words a foreplay of their own as they soaked into her ears.


Her permission given, Alister was pulling her into a kiss which she gladly accepted, crushing her lips into his, tasting the excitement on his breath and losing her own as it deepened and changed into something beautiful and wild with need. She felt like she could burst into the millions of butterflies that were fluttering about in her stomach now, not out of anxiety but out of uncontrollable joy. This was love, this was the stuff of fairytales she’d dreamed of as a little pup, searching for her prince charming in all the wrong places to finally meet the knight of her dreams. Alister Callow, her swordsman, her white king, her one true love. She was breathless when he pulled away, cheeks flushed like a blushing bride as they both stood upon a precipice of the unknown. The fae whined playfully as he removed her from his lap and splashed out of the water, asking her to wait. And it was just getting interesting! She teased, splashing water in the direction of his retreating form in protest before bursting into a fit of giggles. The euphoria she felt was taking over her. Anything for you love..the fae relented once she had settled down, silver orbs watching his movements, retrieving his cloak and spreading it out on the ground. He collected her from the pool, offering his hand and once given, her tawny knight scooped her up in his strong arms, carrying her to the patch of earth he’d found soft enough for their purpose.


A steady thrum in her chest had taken over the frantic beats from before as he laid her steaming form down and parted her legs, lowering himself between her thighs as his mouth connected with hers once more. She kissed him back, affectionately running her hands past his cheeks and into his hair as his own explored her body once more. Her closed eyes opened at the breathy request in her ear, it was already more than perfect, the intimacy of their love couldn’t possibly get any better. Her arms slipped down to his neck as she hugged him to her chest, careful not to apply too much pressure to the wounds that littered his body. Loralei’s lips pressed against his neck in the embrace, conveying her own desires to make this as perfect as possible for his first time, before her right hand fell down his back, drawing soft lines through his fur until her fingertips reached the crest of his rump. Her hand teased down his hip, arm slightly crossing over her body as the tips of her fingers traced the bottom of his abdomen before coming into contact with his throbbing manhood. Her fingers gently wrapped around it, stroking down the length and moistening the tip with her own essence before positioning the head in front of her silken petals. Her eyes flashed up to look into his, gentle tongue licking at his muzzle followed by a soft kiss before her fingers began to guide him in. Her walls immediately began to pulse and tighten around him, adjusting to his size as her hand slipped away to apply pressure to his hips. Her breath hitched, inhale so weak with pleasure upon feeling him enter her and he still wasn’t halfway in. Her pelvis rose off the ground to meet him as she took more of him in, her slickness coating him and easing his way. How does it feel? She managed to moan once he was finally buried to the hilt. She wanted him to feel her quivering flesh, giving him a few seconds to adjust before she started to slowly push his hips away with her hand before pulling him back. Like this, she whispered, enjoying the slow burning speed.

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ooc Damn sexy couple! [1313]

His curious, explorative rubbing of the bud of nerves caused another fascinating change in his lover. He growled deep in his throat when she gripped his mane, and continued his play with the sensitive ball, coupling the motion with his fingers as they resumed their rhythmic movements, leaving it momentarily, only to come back again and again with the end of each motion. The tawny male had always been a quick study, he’d always been a focused and driven student. Alister was even more so with her. Their connection made the lessons easy, he was eager and passionate to learn her every desire, her every fantasy. Alister sought fulfilment in his lovemaking She meant the world to him, and he wanted to express to her what words alone could not. He wanted to please her, he wanted to satisfy her fully, ultimately beyond the shadow of a doubt. She’d given herself to him, and she was one possession he wasn’t willing to share. From this moment on, only him. He couldn’t stomach the thought of anyone else touching her like this, or her touching anyone else...it was a painful thought, and he growled again with a hint of aggression, gripping her tightly with his other hand. Never again.


Her touch sent sparks all throughout his body, her stroking him felt unbearably amazing. His breathing was ragged, and his fingers quickened their pace, imagining the same as she, wanting so desperately to feel those folds wrapped around the searing rod of his manhood, clenching and quivering around his girth. It was so powerful he felt like he would burst with the tremendous affection he felt in her lips, saw in her gaze. The kiss was earth-shattering, potent, deep, passionate, wild. He’d never imagined finding a love like this. He was blessed. This was the work of some divine power, it had to be. She was a part of him. The pleasure...the pleasure was intense, so intense he wanted to release already, but he fought it back, and pulled away from her before he could explode into her talented hands. The swollen tip was already moist when he withdrew glistening with his own intense arousal, his own fluid.


His grin grew once he’d removed her, hearing her whine, and feeling the water splash at his back once he exited the pool. He chuckled, but didn’t give in to her protests, he was on a mission, there was a purpose to his actions, otherwise he would not have been able to tear himself away from her. Once he’d taken her in his arms, cradled against his chest, and rested her upon the cloth he was taken aback by how beautiful she was. She took his breath away again and again, and his hands roamed her body, putting a little pressure upon her in the heat of the moment. It was indescribable. There were no words to explain this. Heaven sent. She was a divine being- a goddess, she had to be, and he was her knight, her champion, the only one worthy to stand at her side, meant to worship her for the rest of his life. They hadn’t chosen each other, they’d been chosen -for- each other. This had to be true, nothing else made sense.


His eyes fluttered shut as her hands roamed in the disheveled mess of his mane, a warm smile tugged at the very edges of his lips which were joined with her, parting only when her own moved down to kiss his neck. His hands wandered the planes of her stomach again, moving up to her breasts, and past to her elegant neck. She hugged him to her when he spoke his urgent request, and his ragged breathing whispered against her ear. He could hardly find his voice any more. The knight was on fire, his entire body, his entire being, yearning for her. She replied with her body, a hand slipping down his back, which arched under her fingers, growling low in his throat. Her fingers moved so slowly, intimately, flitting over his rear and to his front. His breathing grew heavier, and he growled again, deeper, louder, longer. His lips parted to allow his breath to escape, his eyes nearly clouded with his need as they fluttered opened, responding to her own which begged to gaze within his multi-colored irises. His hands moved down to her waist again, squeezing it with building anticipation. He wanted to whine, to beg her with the soft sound, but growled instead. The knight’s body trembled as she brushed the blood gorged head of his manhood against her inviting fluids of arousal. He could feel her warmth, and throbbed in its presence, now pressed against her soft silken petals. She gazed up at him, and his eyes met hers, burning with lust and love, never a mix so potent. “Loralei...” He rumbled, half husky whisper, half groan. He needed her...now. Swollen lips melded to her own, painful and sore, but it couldn’t be sweeter.


Alister’s eyes closed as at last she guided his head into the moist, inviting folds of her womanhood. Past her gates the feeling was exquisite, unimaginable. His breathing hitched again and again as inch by inch he penetrated into the warm, velvety embrace of her body’s most intimate secret. She was slick with need, and already her walls were quivering and clenching around him. A silvery hand pressed into his hip encouraging him gently forwards until every last sinful centimeter was inside her, aiding him further by lifting her pelvis. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as he adjusted to the feeling of her warm, willing flesh surrounding him. “Surreal.” He replied, breathy, his body rippling with currents of pleasure already. “I can’t...there are no words for this...You’re so perfect.” His voice was thick with emotion, desire, and with a pleasured growl laced into the British lilt. His hands pressed into her waist again and he buried his head momentarily into her ear. “Mine.” The knowledge that he would be the last to fill her coursing through him for a moment, rousing his possession and dominance, as he trailed his lips down to her swollen nipple, giving it a brief suckle, before trailing his lips back up to her neck. “All mine.” He whispered as her hands urged his hips back, to begin to withdraw his great length. He would have that known now itself. No one else would lay their seed inside of her ever again, his would be the last, and when he pressed into her again he did so fully, burying himself as far as he could go, possessively dominating her insides, before he allowed her to draw him back again.


Obediently, his hips rocked back, and forward again, allowing her to dictate the pace. His heart leapt, and blood raced with the urge to speed up, ram himself into her again and again, bring forth the pleasure he knew was waiting for him, but he kept his head. The slow strokes allowed him to study the feel of her body, to savor it, and pleasured growls tumbled from his slightly parted muzzle. He locked eyes with her again, withdrawing himself until only his head was past her gates, before gifting her with the entirety of his rock hard, throbbing member. His ragged breathing ghosted against her neck as he nipped at it fondly. His pace was steady, slow, but undeniably strong- the muscles in his body working seductively beneath his pelt. Steadily, he began to build his pace, just slightly, gradual. He wanted to remember every second, feel every millimeter of her silken passage. A low groan left him as he gave in to the pleasure her tantalizing, gorgeous body afforded him. She was so warm, so moist, and inviting, but most of all...she was his.

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Her brown haired and hazel eyed knight was lulling her body into a heavenly bliss. This was love, electrified and intense, fire and ice filling her veins and exiting her maw in warm puffs of breath. A mind that wandered underneath anyone else’s touch was trapped, enraptured in his presence, chained to the moment, though nothing in the very fiber of her being wanted to be elsewhere. She was present, absorbing each touch, each gentle caress, and rush of breath against her fur as her eyes connected with his over and over again. He was her missing puzzle piece, the only thing in the world that could make her happy now and having that void filled was something she couldn’t put into words. Too long she had floated through life with an apathetic outlook, taking what she wanted from the denizens of the earth and leaving them nothing but the whisper of her scent on their skin and memory of her kiss upon their flesh. Did she really exist? Or was the fire haired maiden simply a dream, a fantasy they’d conjured in their deepest desires and wishes. She unlocked their darkest secrets, held them as they cried, wept with them when they needed her tears and writhed in the pleasure she gave them, but after night descended and the morning birds began to sing, she’d make her escape, finding the confines of a lover’s arms about her to be a little too suffocating. Not with Alister though. This was turning over a whole new leaf, this was life renewed, and the siren wanted nothing more than to replace her old sullied memories with ones bright and shimmering with the prospects of their future.


I love him. She wanted to scream it out at the top of her lungs, as her legs kicked giddily in the embrace of his arms as he carried her over the rocky threshold. He truly was her knight in shining armor, carefully guiding her to the ground while their soaked bodies emitted wisps of steam from the pool they’d lounged in together. Beneath his muscled frame, a hiccup of excitement palpated her heart, he was so handsome and he was hers it was almost too good to be true, but the sparks of tingles his fingertips sent through her brought her back to earth. This was more than real, and she never wanted it to end. Her body kept arching into him as his hands explored her body, the cool of the night hadn’t yet settled in against her slick fur, but with him above her she’d barely be able to feel the chill, their bodies so hot and primed for one another, she couldn’t feel anything else except for the burning desire in her loins and the tantalizing chills he sent to her core. The clear fluid of his own ecstasy mixed with hers on the outside of her petals, each time the swollen head bumped against her a rumbling growl of heated pleasure rushed past her parted lips. She was so ready for him and his need was apparent but still she withdrew the plunge, allowing her fingers to get lost in his tousled hair for the moment. Her digits swirled in the tresses, his masculine scent overwhelming her senses as she memorized him. The sultry musk of leather, sawdust, and pine. Uniquely his above the wash of stone and metal that belonged to Casa. He smelled of the earth, just as his multi colored eyes suggested and it was his scent that made her groan in desire.


She embraced him, breathing him in and feeling their heartbeats sync up inside her chest during the seconds before she allowed him entry. He was so breathtaking, mischievously dashing in his own charming way and he reminded her the carefree life she could have had if she wasn’t lead astray. But her white king would lead her out of the darkness and was already doing so, laying her down in his cloak of furs and now lingering over her body, all his fears and worries dashed away in the presence of her unabashed love. She was a tortured soul no more with him above her and she below. Their eyes of earth and sky met for the last time he was a still a virgin before her slender fingers were gliding him in, telling him the secret he’d kept from himself for so long. Why? She had no idea, but she was beyond overjoyed to be his first, his last, his only. He whispered her name before their lips met and then he was inside. Her slender hips rose up to meet him, hungry for the rest of him as he plunged deeper, slowly, unsure at first, or perhaps overwhelmed with the sensations as her hand pulled him closer. Alister’s breath caught in his throat multiple times as his length buried in her, Loralei only intensified the pleasure by tensing up her body and releasing each time he moved closer to her center. She wanted this to be the most incredible experience he’d ever had and so far, that seemed to be the case. He filled and stretched her, a muffled cry in his neck as his eyes rolled back before she asked him how and it felt and his answer caused her to breathily laugh, sending rippling pulses into her core to press and mold against his member. He was beyond perfect and she’d always be his.


Oh Alister, she whispered, feeling the press of his hands against her waist as his muzzle rose to her ear. “Mine.” An intense ripple of pleasure rocked her body, causing her hips to suddenly buck towards him causing his rod to push even deeper inside, the tip of him reaching a point beneath her naval. She gasped in arousal and dug her nail into his neck when his mouth moved to her nipple. Alis...not quite being able to complete his name as she grinded her hips towards him and withdrew her instructive hand. He was already getting the jist of this and when he possessively claimed her once more she moaned loudly in response. I’ll always be yours, she groaned against his neck, free hand sliding up from his hips to grasp and claw at his back. Their slow pace was tantalizing her but she could feel every inch of him throbbing inside her as her walls pressed in. He felt so good, as her velvet lining sucked against him, inviting his member into the depths each time he withdrew from her. A low rumbling growl reverberated in her breast as his eyes connected with hers and a smile played on her lips just as he withdrew his hot and sticky length. Her insides churned, protesting the sudden absence, but her legs were quick to wrap around his waist, drawing him back to her as he plunged back in now deeper than before. You tease, she giggled, playfully nipping back at him and running her rosey tongue across his muzzle as her legs adjusted to a more comfortable spot entwined around his middle. As he stroked into her, she allowed her hands to roam down his back and his sides, drawing lines through his fur with her nails as her breathing got more ragged with his picked up pace. Her ears were attuned to him, wanting this to last, though first times were usually fleeting she would be sure to change things up if it sounded like he was getting too close. Right now she simply reveled in his body, loving the feeling of his muscular body against hers.


Loralei began swiveling her hips towards him and then pulling away in the opposite direction, her tawny knight was panting hot breath against her now and she could feel him getting impossibly harder inside her. A pleased smile washed over her face as she gasped for air against him they were both getting close, but she wasn’t ready to finish just yet. Love, she moaned softly, slowing her hips until she was simply arched against him on the ground as his questioning gaze met hers. Her arms snaked up from his rump that she’d been gripping to hug him gently around the neck as she pulled his lips to hers. Distracting him as her tongue danced into his maw, her legs unwrapped from his hips and once she was sure she’d left him gasping for breath, she pulled out of their embrace. A sultry look entered her eyes before she pushed his hips away from and slipped out from underneath him. The sudden vacancy of his manhood left her petals clenching for more, but the wait wouldn’t be long. She positioned herself beside him, indicating he should lay on his side to spoon her. Her left hand grabbed his and wrapped it around her waist before her fingers tiptoed down his hip towards his glistening member, gently taking it in her fingers, Loralei slid it back into her depths, flicking her tail over his legs as her rump pushed towards him and her body settled back down into the fox furs. Feeling his iron shaft from this angle had her experiencing something all so new. Her slender legs stretched out to entwine with his as her nails dug into his cloak, it felt like she could burst from his thickness as her walls came crashing in on him from this tightened angle. She gasped for air, pushing back into his hips before her head turned to glance at him over her shoulder. You feel so damn good, she murmured, smiling at him before her eyes began to close in delight.


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His life before hadn’t been one that made it easy for him to find a partner, love, was something he’d figured he’d just have to do without. Of course he dreamed of it, desired it, but it was unobtainable in the life he’d been raised to lead. He was little more than a burden in his youth, and had been taught his value from the start. When he grew into a man, shifted for the first time, he was armed with dulled weapons and forced into a strict, physical regimen, learning the ins and outs of several different styles of combat. It left little time for socializing, and what time he had was spent reading, hopelessly resigned to his own company without hope of finding any sort of companion, especially not a romantic one. He was rubbish, the remains of the war lord who had abandoned them, and fodder for the struggle. Just a trained body, a weapon, no more. If it weren’t for his father he might not have had a life at all. Alister made sure to thank the gods, whoever, whatever they may be for his life as he seemed to be the only one who valued it, though, it wasn’t much of a life. But, now, looking into her eyes, that seemed so far away. He wasn’t a bastard, he wasn’t a mutt- he was a knight of the Brotherhood. The tawny male breathed his thank yous wordlessly with every breath he took on top of her, grateful for his good fortune. She was his savior- she gave him worth beyond what he’d ever imagined, and he would never take her for granted. Alister would cherish this until the end of time.


Inside she was warm, impossibly wet, and he groaned as he felt her walls close in on him, clenching tightly around him again and again whenever he gained ground inside of her, swallowing his manhood into her depths. The friction was exquisite, only intensifying his pleasure as he pushed deeper, a little tentative, but that was only because the sensation was so new. He’d never done this before, but her love gave him strength, and he wasn’t nervous. His stomach was fluttering, but they were butterflies of anticipation as he was on the precipice of the unknown. His seed had never spilled inside a female before and his member throbbed with the desire to release. It wasn’t time for that yet. Their foreplay had brought him close, but he’d only just started. She cried into his neck as he filled her, and it sent a powerful tremor down his back. She giggled at his admission, pleasant ripples he could feel in her walls as they twitched a little against him. His name sounded breathily in his ears, and she cried out as he claimed her, her hips bucking up to join him, burying him impossibly deeper. He gasped against her, before the sound dissolved into a pleasured rumble. She was aroused by this claim, her body desired him. It was enough to boost his confidence even more, and he gained faith in himself.


When his mouth wandered to her nipple she cried out his name again, but not entirely, and he grinned against her flesh. Her hand fell away from him then, as he proved an eager learner, proceeding to draw his hips back and forth, his member gliding in and out with sensual, seductive friction that caused electric ripples of pleasure to course through him. He’d never felt anything like it, and his breathing was ragged. She clawed him and cried out even louder as he cemented his possession, drawing his length all the way out until the tip was merely brushing the gates before driving himself in deeper, even deeper than he could hope as her legs wrapped around him and she pulled him as he pushed, causing him to cry out unexpectedly. “I could say the same.” He said raggedly, recovering from the intensity of that last push. God, she felt so good. The tawny male’s back arched a little as she ran her hands down his back and sides, his eyes fluttered closed as he pushed in and out, increasing his pace. This was bliss.
She caused the flames of his desire to climb impossibly higher as she began to move her hips, intensifying his thrusts, coaxing more pleasure when he could hardly believe it was possible. His growls rumbled again, and he built up his pace even more, panting against her ear. He was so close now, his knot even starting to swell, but this couldn’t be over-- not yet. He had to fight it. Oh, but she felt so good, he wanted this so badly. Before he could spill his seed, or join them together without hopes of separating her voice whispered into his ear, and she slowed her movements to a stop. His brows furrowed, and he came to a stop as well, his gaze meeting hers with wordless query, just as she’d thought. Her hands fell down until she was hugging him again, against her, then released him as she proceeded to pull him into her lips. His tongue meshed with hers, responding hungrily as his knot became smaller with the lack of stimulation. He could barely control his breathing when she’d finally left him, feeling his sticky, glistening length suddenly free as she moved out from underneath him. He frowned for a moment, stopping just short of a pleading whine, but her gaze reassured him and she began to settle herself on her side, indicating for him to do the same. His brows remained knit, but he didn’t question her. She knew what she was doing, and he was a bit thankful that she’d withdrawn when she did. He didn’t want to release so soon.


He did as she wordlessly asked, placing his hand on her waist and maneuvering his body behind her, his frame contouring to her own. His gaze became curious. Fire and electricity coursed through him where her fingers trailed down his hip, and finally to the swell of his engorged flesh which she encouraged into her folds once again as the seductive slender tail rested over him. The feel of her from this angle was indescribable and he growled with pleasure as she pushed against him. The tawny knight felt as if he’d explode. She was impossibly tighter, and the friction was astounding. Ugh, he prayed this little delay would be enough, he wasn’t sure how long he could hold out now that her folds were forced against him with hardly a hair of space between them and his girth. “Speak...speak for yourself.” He breathed raggedly, barely managing to speak at all.


His breath hitched and his hand on her waist clenched her as he felt powerful waves of pleasure wash over him. “Love...I don’t know how long...I can last.” He tried to warn her, aiding her movements with the hand that clenched her waist, pulling her into him as she pushed, and pushing her away as she pulled, coaxing another needy groan. His eyes glazed with ecstasy, feeling the pressure build terribly fast, he had to hold out, but it became harder with each stroke as he buried himself as deep as his length would go, pulling her firmly against him until there was little to no space between her rump and his hip. His knot was swelling again, but it couldn’t be helped. He was so close, just a few more strokes. His tugging on her waist grew more urgent, his growls almost a chorus. She felt so amazing, he couldn’t...he couldn’t hold out, and with one last motion he pulled her into him, his hand squeezing her waist hard as a terribly powerful wave of pleasure washed over him. He cried out as his knot buried itself deep inside her and his seed burst from his swollen tip. It surged into her, joining her essence and mixing with it as his member throbbed and grew still, having given her all he could. His head buried into her neck, his chest heaving with heavy pants as his body trembled with the aftermath of their copulation. He couldn’t move from her, but he didn’t try to.

It was several moments before he regained himself. “Oh, God, I’m so sorry...I...” His cheeks flushed furiously. He’d failed. It was too soon, but he couldn’t, he just couldn’t last another stroke. His body was warm, not with desire but embarrassment, flushed down to his navel. She probably hated him now, he hadn’t been...man enough for her. The thought was painful, and he bit his lip, anticipating her disappointed response.

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Being with Alister was paradise. She’d never felt so safe in another being’s arms, but her tawny knight--the white king, he made her feel like nothing could ever go wrong. Loralei had all but given up on finding a place to call home, but now that precious thing was him...wherever he was, that’s where she needed to be and it was clear he was more than happy to be such a thing for her. And now she was ready to pledge her life to his pack, something she didn’t think she’d be doing anytime soon, but the thought of leaving him now...after everything that had happened and after opening up to him, she just couldn’t bear the thought to be without him. He was a Brotherhood knight now, it would be incredibly selfish of her to ask him to leave with her, steal away in the night as she had time and time again. No, her brown-eared beauty had made a life for himself here, and had pack members relying on him. His happiness was hers now and she had meant every word she’d spoken before he whisked her off into Casa’s expansive territory. She wanted to become a Cavalier because she wanted to be with him and a part of her also wanted to belong for once to a community again. She was still riding the high of his elation from earlier, even now laying beneath him, taking his virginity in her own hands and wanting nothing more than to make this experience one he’d never forget.


The sinfully tressed woman loved watching his face morph in the failing light. She could see the etches of wonder and pure enjoyment in his face, in his cheeks, and the way his jaw subtly clenched when ragged breath slipped past his lips. A mouth bruised and sore like hers from the passionate kisses they’d shared just seconds ago. She didn’t care if somehow the swollen lines would never cover her fangs again, just as long as she could keep kissing him to the end of her days. It was a lovesick notion, but the feelings she had for Alister didn’t compare to anything she’d felt before. He was her beginning and end, the only thing that really mattered now and those feelings resonated into the demon. What they had done together was wrong, and it was understood that such a betrayal could never happen again. Alister was theirs to share, he was not meant to be tossed aside like trash or to have his own love for her battered and beaten. They could have good things if they treated them right, and Loralei was determined to repay her tresspasses with every single kiss she pressed against his flesh, each gentle touch of her hand, and right now, the complete and utter surrender of her body as she opened herself up to him. It was his length that would explore her depths for the first and last times.


Her body spoke to his in its reactions to each tentative thrust of his hips and the naughty exploration of his mouth. She sighed and moaned in pleasure with him, the tawny knight’s rumbling growls turning into her passionate background music as he rode her, their bodies becoming like the rise and fall of waves, crashing into one another and gently falling back to the earth. His sudden cry of pleasure had her squeezing her thigh muscles, tightening her leg’s grip around his waist as a seductive smile formed on her chuckling mouth. She loved this beautiful--sexy man, wanting nothing more than to have him cry out a few more times. His arousal and delight in her body turned her on like no other, sex had never felt this good. You liked that? She giggled, pulling him even closer so the tip of him would feel just how hot she could really get. He plunged against her cushiony walls, hitting all the spots that made her wild with each untrained thrust. You’re a natural, she breathed, pleasantly surprised that she didn’t need to lie, Alister made her feel good and though she was still teaching him, he was picking things up at an alarmingly fast pace...not that she was complaining. Stroking his ego wouldn’t be an issue, every moan and gasping breath was the real deal as she felt him getting harder and swelling within. Time to switch it up...she thought, temporarily ending the crest of ecstasy they’d been riding.


She playfully pouted her lips back at the frown that formed on his mouth, endearingly kissing his furrowed brows before she instructed him to lay down...he needn’t worry, she couldn’t go too long without him now that he’d been inside. Her need matched his and she was incredibly excited to have him reach his peak with her in his arms. When his slicked member slid back into her depths, her walls immediately clamped around him, already feeling sore from his girth, a good kind of sore...he might have been the biggest she’d ever been with, her sentiments put into words when she was finally able to speak. His response made a sexy growl reverberate from her breast, followed by a gentle lusty laugh, she was well aware of his almost jerky movements now, Alister was close to coming. She could feel his engorged manhood swelling inside her, the knot designed to connect them getting to its locked potential when his warning puffed past her cheek in a heated breath. It’s okay, she wanted to reply, but instead she pushed her rump more forcefully into him, angling the front of her body away from him more so she was bent at an angle on the cloak. Her left hand entangled with his, helping it grip her waist as his digits anchored into her fur and skin, any second now she’d feel the searing heat of his seed bursting inside her. Her hips swivelled relentlessly into him, her own orgasm about to reach its end. Come on baby, she whispered breathlessly beneath the cacophony of his frenzied growls, gasping finally when the knot swelled and she could feel him spurting into her, his cry of release echoing off the rock pools. Her own peak was reached at the crescendo of his voice, a pleasurable and guttural cry escaped her, the velvet walls pulsing erratically around him when his muzzle buried in her neck. She moaned, pressing her back into his chest as the waves of orgasm coursed through her body.


Her eyes were still shut, simply basking in what they’d done when her tawny knight’s voice cut into the haze. Before he could finish, she had twisted her upper body towards him, gently pulling his face towards hers to kiss his lips. She pulled away with a weary yet satisfied grin. You were amazing. Loralei leaned forward to press her lips against his again. And I love you...


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He couldn’t manage a reply only nodding a little in acknowledgement to her question. Alister wasn’t sure how many more strokes like that he could last, and his breath escaped him as she pulled him tight to her, as far as his length would go inside of her. Her warmth enveloped him, the humidity and velvety softness of her walls clenching around him had his body surrendering to the waves of pleasure that washed over him again and again. Her breathy voice complimented him and he could feel his confidence grow. It was all he’d ever imagined it to be. There was no love like what they had, nothing and no one could ever come close to this. Maybe they were rushing, this was too soon, and maybe eventually the high would dissolve and they’d wake up to reality, but if that were so wouldn’t he have left after she’d slept with Malakai? They’d already faced reality, this was it, this was their reality. It was powerful and intense, perfect in almost every way. The flames of his desire climbed and the clever woman beneath him pulled free of his length only to guide him into an even more potent position behind her. She pouted her swollen lips in reply to his frown, and tenderly kissed his furrowed brows, a sensation of butterflies fluttering in his stomach as she did so. His smile returned, and he moved himself to lay on his side behind her. The crest of her rump pressed against him as her willing folds swallowed him up.


His manhood was squeezed tightly as her walls were pressed against him by her thighs. She was impossibly tighter, but the friction was astounding. His pleasure intensified with every stroke, his hand on her waist pulling her body back into his again and again. The growls reverberating in the tawny knight’s breast grew more guttural and intense. His ragged pants of breath huffed in her ears. His stomach began to clench as his length quivered, anticipating its peak as the swollen tip prepared to burst within her flower’s embrace. She must have sensed him growing closer as her hand entwined with his. She answered him with her body as she angled herself and pushed harder into him. His breath hitched and he drew her in again and again, feeling his body trembling. The pressure was unbearable now, he was only vaguely aware of her breathy encouragement. It was enough, he couldn’t hold on anymore, and his seed surged into her. The feeling was intense and a cry passed his lips unbidden, followed by one of her own. Her lips clamped around him as her own peak was reached, intensifying the sensations incredibly, sucking in the last drops of his cum thick and milky white as his pleasure began to wane and his movements ceased. Her low moan made him tremble, and he quivered inside her once he was entirely spent.


His body relaxed, the last ripples of pleasure easing all the tension in his muscles. The tawny knight sank into the cloak beneath them, catching his erratic breathing as his body reveled in it’s release. It was by far the best most potent feeling he’d even experienced. The pleasure was intense, more so than he could have ever imagined, but that didn’t stop the guilt from seeping into him. It wasn't nearly as long as he’d hoped it to be, he’d tried to hold back, but it was beyond him to stop. He couldn’t know this was a normal occurrence, and his stomach clenched. He voiced his guilt, ashamed that he hadn’t been enough, that he couldn’t hold out, but was interrupted as her body twisted a little towards him, his love hushing him with a tender kiss. His lips gave into her own, kissing her gently back as his eyes closed. They opened as she spoke and the blood receded from his cheeks, his eyes suddenly hopeful. The anxiety dissolved into a warm grin, and she kissed him again. “I love you, too. I'll always love you” He whispered. When their lips parted he nuzzled into her, affectionately kissing along her neck line, finally free of tension and guilt he was able to revel in the feel of their joining, flesh still sinfully anchored together. It was a little alarming, at first, but he hadn’t wanted to separate himself from her to begin with. The boyish grin his face so often held returned as he spoke, “it was amazing, wasn’t it?” He nipped playfully, no more than a brush of his fangs. You were amazing.” He nuzzled into her again, a light chuckle falling from him, causing his buried member to twitch slightly within her. “I can’t believe I waited this long for-- that.” The knight shook his head lightly. “But, it was worth it...You were worth waiting for.” His voice dropped to a whisper, though the glimmer of mischief still twinkled in his hazel gaze. He was truly content laying beside her and a weary sigh passed his lips, but soon enough his curiosity got the better of him. “Er...love?” He queried after a few moments of leisurely nuzzling, and kissing her neck and shoulders, simply enjoying the moment. “As much as I’m enjoying this-- how long are we going to be er...stuck like this.” Hazel eyes peered at her sheepishly, a mild flush blooming in his cheeks.

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She had never made love with anyone. Every encounter of the past had been a quick fuck, messy, dirty, and serving the one purpose of simply getting off. This time, she cared deeply about her partner, wanting his every stroke to be intensely pleasurable for him and for the tawny knight to feel confident in his movements. If she was to share all her deepest secrets with this man, she wanted him to learn how to speak physically to her body, to know exactly how to please her and in return, the silver vixen wanted to know what made his breath hitch and his body shudder against hers. Even now she wanted him all the more, accepting his iron length with a pleased gasp as he gliding into her blossom’s embrace. He was perfect, everything she could have ever hoped for and still the woman wanted to pinch herself, see if this was all just some incredible dream. How could a man like him love a creature as base as she? She didn’t deserve him, couldn’t even comprehend that he wanted her to take away his innocence, and yet, with his breath warm and sporadic against her neck, she knew this was where she needed to be. This was the sunshine after the storms she’d weathered. Even demons deserved some light. He was her’s to keep, shed blood for her, kissed away her tears, and now even after all the potential heartbreak her actions could have wrought, he still chose her....he still wanted her. She trembled in his arms, a stifling intake of breath as her hips pressed back into him.


She pulled him closer in their lover’s embrace, feet entangling with his legs and tail quivering slightly strewn across his hip. Her moans grew louder with each of his dominating growls, he was so close now her own excitement and anticipation of spilling over the edge building rapidly in a ball of ecstasy in her pelvis. He’d make her cry out soon enough, the hot breath of his pants moistening the back of her neck as the skin beneath began to sweat. She couldn’t even speak now, eyes clenched tightly shut as he continued to buck into her, drawing out the intensity of their connection with each thrust. Loralei could almost laugh through her sighs, convinced he couldn’t possibly be a virgin if he was this good, but it was a fact. He’d no longer be innocent after this act, but the thought of him never entering another was enough to almost drive her over, when she could feel his body tensing up and shaking behind her. Relentlessly, she angled downward, pulling more of him inside until their cries of release harmonized. Breathlessly she told him how he’d made her feel and confessed her love, believing it body and soul, marveling at the cozy pressure of his swollen knot in her depths. A purr of affection rumbled past her lips when he replied and nuzzled into her neck. She could definitely get used to this, shivering even closer into his embrace as his mouth danced down her neckline. My Alister, she murmured, head leaning back to take in his boyish grin. A gleaming one was returned, hearing him comment on their lovemaking.


She nodded her head in indulgent agreement, chuckling happily when he nipped and nuzzled into her neck once more. I’m glad I found you when I did then...you could be whispering these sweet nothings to someone else, she teased, the pink paw pad of her right hand twisting over her body to caress his cheek. I’m glad you waited, she whispered back, giving her body to him once more as his lips gently pressed against her neck and his snout found solace in her long swathe of hair. She was blissfully content wrapped up in his arms, only vaguely aware of that the sun had long gone down and now the twinkling stars had come out to play. The night was cool, but her body remained on fire, burning with love in his embrace. Her veiled eyes had shut, dozing in the twilight of their copulation when his warmth breath puffed against her neck. Hm? Her ears perked to his voice, eyes gently opening and head turning to glance back. A cute giggle bubbled past her lips, she’d almost allowed herself to forget his naivety once again. The knot will recede soon enough, she replied, placing two adoring pecks on his flustered cheeks. Think of rainy days and gloomy nights my love, she suggested, knowing any sense of excitement could keep the white king locked inside. Or think of how we need to build a fire if we want to spent all night under the stars, she shivered for effect, feigning coldness to physically speak to his body and the male instinct to provide.


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She smiled radiantly back at him, chuckling along with him as he remarked on their copulation a little boyishly. He buried his nose with contentment in her wine tresses as she claimed him, feeling his heart leap at her words. “Nonsense. I’d rather have died a virgin then be with anyone other than you.” The knight confessed with sincerity. “I just didn’t know it, yet.” He added with a warm, and slightly playful smile. “Mmm, me too.” He said then in reply, breathing her in deeply, his senses picking up on the subtle, but luxurious scent of rose and peony’s. He basked in the aroma, his breathing now even and deep, now more relaxed than he’d ever recalled feeling. “You smell good.” He said absent-mindedly, not yet entirely aware that it was the perfume she dabbled upon herself that he was inhaling, but nonetheless enjoying it as he breathed in again deeply, his lids already weighing down, but he didn’t want to sleep. Though, no doubt it would be the best, most restful sleep he’d ever had. Alister lingered on the slope between conscious thought and subconscious, battling the heaviness in his limbs and lids, unwilling to let the moment pass.


It inevitably did, however, when he spoke to his partner about their bodies’ unwillingness to separate, still very much new to the entire process, and workings of even his own body. Her bright, bubbly laughter chimed in his ears once she was fully awake, and he blushed sheepishly. She chased his bashfulness away with gentle touches of her lips with each cheek. “Right, I can do that,” he said affirmatively after she’d explained, and wrapped himself more securely around her as she shivered, nuzzling into her neck and forcing himself to settle in their embrace. Again, he could feel his lids start to slow, but he fought it for just a little while longer, glancing up to the star-strewn skies, and to the pools which reflected the little glittering patterns. He smiled warmly, partially at his brilliance for choosing such a place. A little smugly, maybe. He’d done well, and he knew it, but soon buried his muzzle into her neck again, inhaling her sweet perfume as, exhausted, his body finally slipped into a peaceful sleep. No doubt the long vigil of the night before had finally gotten to him, and he slept soundly for a time.


It wasn’t until his length slipped free of her silken petals that his lids fluttered open again, the soft flesh retreating back into it’s furred sheath at last. He propped his head on the elbow beneath him and watched her sleeping form for a moment with adoration and wonder. She was the single most beautiful creature he’d ever laid eyes on, breathtaking even now, no less than before, possibly even more now. The silver of her pelt shimmered in the moonlight, and her wine red mane laid splayed out upon the cloak beneath them, contrasting and enhancing her already lovely features. He glanced down a moment, then, thoughtful, his free hand tracing the steel cast shape of hollowed sun that rested against the rough crystal of purple flourite upon his chest. His hazel gaze settled on her once again decisively.


“Love,” he whispered, running his hand slowly from her petite waist and down the swell of her hips, waking her gently. He waited for her acknowledgement, watching as her green-tinted eyes opened. “I want you to tell you something. Something, I’ve never really told anyone before.” He didn’t wait for her to ask him what it was, or what he was thinking, as he explained soon after. “My mother was a healer, a young woman from a rival pack. I don’t know much about her, she died shortly after I was born, but I’ve been told she was gentle, and kind. I- this.” He took the steel shape in his hand. “It was hers. I’ve had it all my life, it’s all I have, all I know. And...I--want you, to have it.” Before she could protest, or say anything. “It would mean a lot to me if you wore it.” He encouraged, softly. “Would you...keep it safe for me?” He met her eyes for a moment, before his own dropped. “I mean, I can understand if you don’t...I just.” He sighed lightly, after all they’d gone through he was still so new at this. Of all his possessions it was his most cherished, his most valuable, just as she. It was only fitting that it passed on to her- a tangible piece of his heart, and something that would state his claim over her own, if she would take it.

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