/ +000The whole time she circled around Noah, it became quite clear that he couldn't wait either. The scent was driving both of them wild. Fayne wasn't herself, surely. Right now, she was something more. She was passionate, fiery, tempted by the handsome and enticing wolf before her. She was raw, pure wolf. In these moments, all that she knew about the humans and Luperci seemed to slip away and she was simply a wolf again driven by instincts and the need to procreate. The only thing that remained with her besides instincts was her intense love for Noah.
His whimpering, whining, and complaining only turned her on more and she sent quiet growls back at him as he attempted to mount her. She didn't mean to make a waiting game out of it but she was slightly hesitant. If she hadn't been circling him he would have mounted her right then and there and it'd be done with. The silver fae needed time to adjust before he mounted her. The silver giant licked at her, telling her stop but she didn't until the very end responding to his complaints by means of whines and licks of her own to slow thing down a bit. The licks he placed near her tail had her heart beat racing, her breaths becoming quickened. He was tempting her more and more and with each lick she sunk further into her raw state of pure instincts.
When she came to a stop in front of him he wasted no time and vaulted onto her back. He was heavy, but she was able to stand with his back legs supporting some of his weight. All her uncertainty seemed to slip away from the moment he mounted her. This was happening now and she had no qualms at this moment in time. If not for the heat, she may have told him to slow down and take it easy but it was here and she had the intense need to do this. It was why the heat came in the first place. Her ears pressed back as he took a few moments to find his way in and once inside she growled with the pleasure it caused. Fayne tensed up her legs so she could stand in place as he thrusted, her head dropping and mind blanking thinking of nothing other than the sensation and the giant behind her. With each thrust she could feel him swell, it becoming harder and harder for him to pull back out. Fayne grew silent during this time aside from a few inevitable growls and glances back at him.
Finally he came to a close and slowed down to a stop, the warmth his actions caused had her panting, her heart beat racing. It was a rush. Her eyes turned to look at him. He was planted firmly inside her unable to pull out now that he'd finished. Fayne gave a long anxious whine. Now they'd have to wait for the swelling to subside. What would they do until then? Worn out, the silver fae dropped to the ground slowly tucking her legs underneath her. At least now she didn't have to support his full weight. She didn't know what to say, or do. They'd just mated, it was truly official now. His seed had filled her, they'd done it. Her mind returned to her and thoughts began to swarm thinking over what had just happened. She too had been so wrapped up in the heat that she'd laid aside all worries and let it happen, not that she regretted it one bit. Fayne turned and rested her head on the ground gazing back at the heaving silver wolf with a small smile on her lips. We're true mates now. She was happy, a bit surprised by the happenings, but content.
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