isardis Something would call for him, bawl his name; unsuspecting, startling, though equally as welcomed. A bringer of greatness, of magnificence, of purity, it would beckon for him, ache within his loins until the sensation would express transversely his whole body. Quivering his limbs as he strode, shaking his lungs, clawing his mind, seething his core. He would seek his knight as if hunting his final repast; desperation evident within every stride, his usual ease of gait tainted by the rattling cravings that thundered his veins, stained his psyche. He would throw his skull back, her scent so wholly motivating, and attempt to howl; though his voice would shatter out before him, eagerness strangling his pipes as he would settle finally for a demanding bark. She would come, he knew she would.

She was not one to ignore his summons, and upon hearing Isardis?s voice the knight would waste no time in rising to her feet and coming to him. Part of her wondered what he desired from her; had she pleased him with her actions lately? Or maybe, just maybe he had other intentions. The thought made her spine shiver, but regardless of the purpose of this meeting she would feel invigorated. Argent treasured the isolated moments with the King, for while she was not foolish enough to want him to make her his one and only (nor did she want such a thing; despite her morality, she loved him for the way he ran his pack and his life), it was always nice to have a private moment. She stopped before him, dipping her head slightly. ?My King,? she said, posture relaxed but still submissive, always submissive to his will and his wants.

Alas, she seemed so blissfully unaware; as if her raging body had fooled her innocent mind, as if the screaming hormones that so tantalized him were but a figment of his raging imagination. Surely not, for the desire that thrummed his veins, so deep, so profound, could not have been any less than what he lived for, what he thrived for. How ever more faultless could it have been, that his silver knight would return and withhold the potential of whelping his first litter as a King? No, it was more than potential now; for it would lie so unquestionably in the near future.

A rumble would echo the chasms of his gullet, effervescing from his lips as a impious bubbling of writhing pleasure. He would spare no moment to draw himself to her, to devour the scent of her early heat with eager nostrils, to thrust his jaws upon her scruff and hold her so securely, perhaps afraid of losing her in such a critical time. He would loosen only to speak, voice swimming with wanton desire as he leered through shivering jaws, ?Your body changes, my silver,? his spine would shudder at the thought, chest pressing towards her right side, ?Your seasonal alteration gifts this kingdom a foundation; dare you deny it.?

She had been so caught up in many things to notice the early arrival of her heat; she?d focused instead upon her rank and trying to regain the weight that she?d lost. It had been a slow process, but it was coming back, and soon Argent would be back to her former glory. She was at least healthy now, when she had an abundance of food and a safe place to sleep. However, she did notice the spark of desire when her eyes remained upon Isardis, the way a certain type of need bubbled up within her.
He approached, grasping onto her scruff and making her knees feel somewhat week. She would shake, whimpering at his touch, clearly affected by the change she hadn?t noticed. Isardis, it would seem, was not the sort of man to neglect notice of such a thing. As soon as he spoke it she realized it, and almost immediately she desired it more. ?I could never deny such a thing to my King, or his Kingdom,? she said, especially not when she had failed him the first time. ?Please, I need this. I will not fail you again,? she promised, and sh meant it, pressing against him with all the passion that existed in her body.

Suddenly it seemed she would realise, become aware of the hormones that so begged him, fall informed of the desires that clawed so mercilessly behind his ruby gaze. She would shiver beneath him, crumble at his touch, and he would pull her scruff upwards, as if attempting to support her weight, kneading the loose skin between his incisors. She would respond, and hell, she would even plead, beg him of another chance to supply him with the babes he so desired. It would be all he needed, jaws releasing his grasp as he would rake his teeth down her spine, not aiming to hurt, but merely to satisfy the craving of her touch, her warmth. And he would rise, powerful upon his hind limbs as forelegs would reach over her shoulders, a salmon tongue tracing her lobes before again he would strive to clutch at her scruff. A brittle growl of power would rumble his throat, the desperation to succeed evident within his motions, encouraging her to give to him what he wanted, what he needed.

Neither of them had needed much convincing, and there was nothing really left to be said between them. At least, not verbally. There was so much that could be said between the way two bodies wound together, and that was all Argent needed for now. Her body would profess her love, her weak knees singing of the things her heart could not voice. She would, for the most part, allow him to do what he would. And yet she would try to tempt him further, hoping to tuck her tail between his hind legs and tease it gently against his thighs. Her seized scruff prevented her from doing much else, other than the gentle whimpers which left her mouth.
Part of her felt nervous, making her body tense up despite the heated affections that he offered her. What if she failed him again? Would he kill her? Or worse, cast her from her service? The thought of losing his children again was unbearable, especially when her maternal instincts were pounding, demanding her womb breathe life. He would rise to rest upon her, and she would groan and whine, perhaps the only time when she was reduced to such acts. Argent was a strong woman, and yet in her heat Isardis could turn her to mush. She was ready; nervous, but ready.

Her tail would fan, stroking his skin, encouraging him on even more so; brain fizzing with barely tolerable ecstasy as his usual vibrant character would be tainted to that of steep focus, determination, as if the action required of him would necessitate more drive than that creature knew he could spare. Though the fiend was vigorous, by both nature and strength, and dare anything, anybody attempt to take the moment from his seize, he would be so quick to skin them head-to-toe their jugular would still beat nakedly against exposed air. Alas, Glaciem were a kingdom of towering walls, laced with prime gold that stretched ambitiously for the heavens; the towers were incomplete, but they were there nonetheless.

Her whimpers would arouse his libido, trigger his innate motor drive and she would persuade him further, sending him rocking with the cravings that spun his flesh, skeleton swaying atop her own as he would attempt to fulfil her needs. His throat would roar with determination, with bliss, endless growls ricocheting through clenched caverns as he continuously regrasped her scruff; letting it fall loose before hungrily devouring whatever flesh he could wrap. The outcome? Children of greater quality than Alacritis had ever seen before. No less could be expected.

--fade to black, orrr? xD

It felt good to be in his arms, to be surrounded by his passion, to know that she was being used for a purpose that she very much wanted to fulfill. Argent encouraged him as best she could, enjoying this solitary time between herself and her King, and finding herself caught in the moment. They would create such beautiful children, strong ones, too, and how fitting was it that Isardis?s most loyal of servants would bring the first step towards building his empire? She knew there would be others soon, that her children would not be the only ones, and that was fine with her. At least here in the lands of Alacritis they would be first.
She lost herself to the throes of passion, encouraging her master and hoping for the very best. With any luck, she would become pregnant, and then she would find herself rather content.
-fade to stardust-