Although she did her best to squash it, Circe couldn't suppress the twinge of excitement that fluttered her heart. Archon was firmly convinced that his designs were bearing fruit and with the power of that conviction naturally came a renewed sense of duty for Circe. Or the appearance of it, rather. If Archon was right and this alliance with the Kleins bore fruit then Circe, if she had properly ingratiated herself with the family, would have amble opportunities to prosper herself. She'd been thinking of ways to do this when her heat decided to come early. This had given her an idea. By Abraxas standards she was a bit of an old maid anyway, so if she were to become pregnant by a Klein she could kill two birds with one stone. And with Archon's own brood swarming around, Circe was confident she could hand her brats off most of the time. So, with her plan fully formed, Circe had gone to Archon. She'd told him what she thought he would want to hear; that her early heat must have been god's will, that they needed to further strengthen their ties with the Kleins. Of course he had agreed. How could he not? All of that scheming had led to this moment. Accompanying her to a secluded spot far from prying eyes was Hannibal Klein, the male whose wounds she had tended not that long ago. It had all been decided; he would be the father of her children. All there was left to do was the obvious. "Circe" "Gwydion"

Large paws carried the male's slender form through the sandy terrain with ease. Pale optics lingered upon the Abraxas maid as they slithered through the Deluge. The scent of hormones filled his dappled nose and a true feeling of need filled his form. The desire radiated from his pink tender skin and through each tendril of thick fur. As the weeks grew colder his pelt thickened in order to protect his slender bodice from the oncoming winter months. The two Wolves moved as one as they wandered off to a secluded area. Hannibal was unsure of what to truly think of the babe. She was nice to look at but their previous encounters had been with the Klein as a slave. But, in those moments leading up to the deed it didn't seem like she cared too much about that negative fact. No matter the fae's intentions Hannibal was willing to play his part. As long as they deal with the consequences properly. The Klein was not so willing to have neglected children roaming around nor another situation like Nephthys.. A woman threatening to destroy unborn children. The male seemed to tense at the thought.. Though, the negativity did not linger for he focused on her mature form and the curve of her rump as he followed. As they reached a shaded dwelling the male offered the dam a fierce grin. It was clear as to why they were there and all parties seemed to be mutual. The scent of her heat seemed to egg him on as the male moved to walk past her, brushing his right shoulder against her own, and rounding to face her rear. With a few nips to the end of her spine and little hesitation their duty commenced. In those moments Klein and Abraxas became one.. again. FADE "Speech"

Though Circe was savvy to what she was about to get herself into, she didn't quite know what to expect. This was new territory for her and though she understood the mechanics that wasn't the same as knowing. She had no interest in this male. To be fair, she'd had no interest in any before him either. She was grappling with this problem when Hannibal took the initiative and spared her the need to playact. It worked for her; she required no encouragement, no kisses to soothe her jitters or excite her. She simply wanted him to give her the tools needed to further her agenda and to placate her family. His teeth sent chills up her spine and Circe felt a smirk play up the corners of her lips as a barely audible gasp left her before she could stop it. The expression faded and was replaced with stoic determination when she felt his weight upon her back. She had her sights fixed firmly on paradise and nothing, not her faint unease or her lack of love for the father of her future children would keep her from it. -fade- "Circe" "Gwydion"