Satira had never been to a party with quite so many wolves before! It was all a little overwhelming, if she was being honest, especially after having lived in the wilds with her family for so long. Pack life in Elysium had begun to adjust her to crowds once more, but even this was more wolves than she was used to! And they even had a giant tiger and bird too! Still, Tira was happy to be a part of the events, especially since it was her aunt who had gotten married! While she didn't know the groom, she remembered Aunt Briar well and was stoked to be amongst her family again. Even Asla seemed happier for the most part too. That made the little wolf-dog girl happy as well, especially when she noticed her father hanging around the festivities as well. She was glad he was still around, but she did worry about him when she saw her mom happy at Uncle Indigo's side.

Not wanting to let the opportunity to party and have a good time pass her by, Satira spent most of her time hanging out with Arcturus or mingling with some of the other Fatalis wolves that had come from the Armada for the wedding. Surrounded by her family again, it was easy for Satira to pretend like nothing had ever changed, and this was how things always should have been. Alas, they were not. And whenever that realization began to creep in on her mind again, Tira drowned it out with some of the copious amounts of wine and mead they had at the reception. This wasn't her first taste of alcohol, no; she'd had a drink at the Elysium festival. However, this was the first time the yearling had tried drinking to excess. She found the summer wines sweet and delightful, and before she knew it she had drunk about three goblets worth of the rich red liquid, and boy, was she starting to feel it!

Sipping away at a forth, Satira leaned heavily against the stone balustrade of the garden terraces, goblet clutched securely between tiny speckled paws while she observed the other partygoers milling about and having their own fun. The evening was clear, warm, and beautiful, with the dark sky painted with millions of sparkling stars. All on her own, Tira enjoyed her evening and the peace the solitude brought her. For once, she could just relax and not have to think about a thing.

"Satira"

Ciná ate his fill of the various foods that were provided at the reception, along with a few goblets of mead, and then started to wander through the castle and its grounds a bit. It was mostly to get away from the crowd for a bit, but also just to get a look at the large stone structure. Back in his father's pack they had lived in the rooms within the ship and on Fenmyre's island they each had bungalows, which were a significant improvement over the metal ship, but the castle certainly had an interesting charm to it. He didn't really know where he was going or what he was looking for, but he didn't really mind just exploring a bit before he considered heading back home.

As he turned a corner and looked through one of the castle's doorways, he spotted a small figure on one of the terraces, her back facing him as she watched some of the other guests. At first he thought nothing of it, just a quick passing glance before he went on his way, but he stopped and did a little double take as he recognized the girl's very distinctive features. The soft fluff of her fur, the light tan and white coloring with stark, dark markings... and of course the folded over, floppy ears that had caused such contention. He blinked with surprise while he watched her for a moment, thinking back to the last time he encountered her back when she was still a tiny, little scrap of a pup.

He hesitated there for a moment, wondering if maybe he was better off just slipping out instead of stirring up trouble, but the mead he had enjoyed swayed him a bit and before he had really made a decision one way or another. He walked out onto the terrace and slipped up beside her, a smirk on his lips as he greeted her. "Well, well... If it isn't the floppy eared princess," he commented with a chuckle, settling onto his haunches beside her, casting his golden gaze down at her curiously. She was certainly not a a tiny pup any more... Still little, but definitely not a pup.

Cináed

A voice to her side disrupted Satira's people watching and stargazing, causing her floppy ears to bob as they perked up. Pale blue eyes turned up to spy who was speaking to her—only to narrow into points when she recognized the individual the voice belonged to. It was the giant red asshole from the winter woods. He wasn't as big to her now that she had reached her adult height, no longer the small pup he was teasing, but he was still a sizable wolf and clearly reached adulthood as well. He was smirking at her as if they were old friends reuniting after a long separation and it just rubbed her all sorts of wrong ways. A flash of white hot anger tightened in her chest as Satira briefly considered attacking him on sight, the only thing holding her back was the laws of the pack hosting them and the fact that she refused to let him get such a rise out of her. No no, she would not be the aggressor—but she wouldn't be pushed around by him anymore either.

"Well, if it isn't the nameless red prick," she sniped back in retort, turning her gaze away from his with an upturn of her nose in disgust. She swirled her goblet of wine casually, studying the shrubbery and flowers around the terrace as if they were infinitely more interesting than he ever could be—which to the little healer girl wasn't exactly far from the truth. "I didn't realize they were letting any stray in out of the wilds. Maybe I should alert security to make sure they put your sorry speckled ass out where it belongs." Tira still had never learned who the jerk was, but if he was attending the high profile wedding of her aunt, and a Fatalis event at that, he had to be someone at the very least. A quick flare of her nose caught the scent of a pack she recognized from Azzurra on him, so that at least told her a little about who he was. "Why don't you go running back to Fenmyre and let all of us have a much more pleasant evening."

"Satira"

Cináed scoffed and grinned when the much smaller woman bit back at him with an insult. It seemed like with age she had gotten a sharper tongue as well and it was more amusing than anything. He wasn't as lost as he once had been so the comment about being "nameless" didn't sting like it probably would have if they had crossed paths even a couple of seasons ago. She was still just as easy to rile up as when they first met and he enjoyed how she was pointedly trying to ignore and dismiss him while she swirled her wine and commented about getting him kicked out by security. She told him to go running back to Fenmyre, which meant she had smelled the pack on his coat, and it made him take note of her scent as well. He remembered that she had notably been part of Armada the last time they crossed paths, but this time she didn't have any trace of the Fatalis pack on her. Instead, there was the scent of that pack that had raided Fenmyre a while back, but it was faint, like she hadn't been there long.

"Just taking jabs at the name and the pack still I see," he muttered with a smirk. He reached for the goblet she was holding and snatched it from her paw before lifting it to his lips to take a long drink, handing it back to her with a grin. "Come on, don't you think this party could use a bit of excitement? Just sitting here, watching all them all kiss each other's asses... All a little dull if you ask me." Up close like this he could really tell how she had matured. She was slim and lithe and just beginning to show that more womanly shape, her coat looked soft and fluffy, and even her ears that had seemed silly before gave her an adorable charm. As much as he'd hate to admit it, the little Fatalis princess had suddenly become a pretty little thing and now he was just left kicking himself for being such an asshole when he was younger.

Cináed

Satira did her best to avoid giving Cináed even a sideways glance while she tried to ignore him, hoping he'd just take the hint and leave her alone. Unfortunately for her, he was as stupid as he looked, and instead continued to try to speak with her. Couldn't he tell she didn't like him, like, not even a little bit? "Well, I could make jabs about your appearance or intelligence, but those felt like low hanging fruit, especially when you're reminded of it every time you look in a mirror or open your big mouth." Tira went to take another sip of her wine—only to feel the goblet yanked from her paw abruptly. She gave an indignant gasp and glowered up at Ciná's smirking face. "Hey!" she snapped while he took a long drink from her beverage, passing the now half empty cup back to her. The little wolf-dog grit her teeth together while he tried to make some passing comments about the collective crowd of partygoers.

"Do you have brain damage or something? What's the fuck's your deal, Kinder?" sneered Satira to the much larger wolf, putting hard emphasis on his deliberately mispronounced name. She wasn't intimidated by his larger size or heavier bulk. Time and experience had sharpened her into the scathing sarcastic bitch she was today, unafraid to stand up for herself against anyone. Giving a harsh and disparaging sigh, Tira dumped out the last of her wine across the terrace near his paws, hoping some splashed him before making her way over to a nearby garden table that had some bottles laid out for guests to help themselves too. Filling her goblet with something other than his backwash, Tira took a long sip, then turned and fixed steely blue eyes to him. His comment about the party being dull brought a hard and cynical laugh from the hybrid, raising an incredulous brow to him. "Oh, and you think you're so much more entertaining, do you? So tell me, Mister Oh Look At Me, why did you come here if it's so boring? I highly doubt you know anyone here."

"Satira"

Cináed tried not to smirk when she sneered up at him and questioned whether to not he had brain damage while very pointedly mispronouncing his name, but it he couldn't help it. Somehow she was even more cute when she was mad and it just made him fall into a spiraling, losing battle. He watched with a little grin as she tossed out the remainder of her wine that he had drunk from, his golden eyes following her as she walked over to one of the near by tables where extra wine bottles were sitting out for the guests that had made their way outside. His eyes lingered on her form as she moved, from the slight curve of her hips to the little flip her tail did toward the end until she turned back to face him with a fresh glass of wine in paw. He didn't know how much of it was just the mead he had earlier talking for him or if it was just an entirely natural attraction to the little floppy-eared woman in front of him, but there was only place his mind wanted to be and it was getting more and more difficult to think of anything else.

"As a matter of fact, I do think I'm more entertaining," he commented with a sly grin and a chuckle. "What's more entertaining than a rouge 'stray' crashing an elaborate, stuffy party? As for why I'm here..." He gave a nonchalant shrug and rose to his paws, crossing the short distance between them with an alluring smile. "I guess I had hoped I would find something or someone interesting here... I had almost given up hope until I spotted you." He leaned in as he got close to her, giving her a toothy grin and pausing just shy of being able to catch her lips or perhaps her ear with his lips, only to reach past her and grab the wine bottle off of the table behind her and lean back with it to take a long drink, feeling the warmth of it fill his stomach and only add more fuzziness to his mind that seemed to only be making his attraction to the little woman in front of him worse.

Cináed

Fortunately for him, Satira wasn't a mind reader and didn't have a clue to what lewd places Cináed's mind was wandering to. If she did, she might very well have slapped him. Or punched him. Or maybe kissed him. It was impossible to tell in her current state. The little floppy-eared wolf-dog was pleasantly inebriated by now, pushing past tipsy and feeling the warmth of the alcohol radiating outward from her belly. It muddied her thoughts, blending ire with interest to the point where she couldn't tell if she actually wanted him to piss off and leave her alone or if she was having fun bantering back and forth with him now that she was older and capable of holding her own. Her mother would be proud of her for standing up to the prick, and so Tira wouldn't back down. Ciná elaborated that he did, in fact, find himself more interesting than anyone else at the reception, his grin making her fur bristle and an electric shiver run down her spine, her tail giving short, agitated flicks around her hips while he got up and moved closer to her.

The distance closed between them again, Tira found herself being forced to tip her head back to leer up at the taller brute, gazing past his broad chest to hold his golden gaze with vivacious ice blue eyes. He was still smiling at her, looking at her in a way that no one else had, but she couldn't tell if she liked it or not. In her inebriated state, the way he was looking at her awoke something primal inside her, an instinctive urge to reach out and grab him coiling tight inside her, but she couldn't identify the emotion tethered to it. It could have been anger and a desire to cause him harm, or something else entirely. The only times she'd ever felt this way were when she'd argued with him before as a pup and when she'd been kissing Azzurra. Ciná made a passing comment about how he'd given up hope on finding someone interesting until he spotted her, causing Tira to give a frustrated huff as she puffed out her chest, refusing to lean away when he leaned in closer to snatch the bottle of wine and down a long drink of it. With them so close, she could practically feel the warmth of his body and was acutely aware of his natural spicy scent. It made that urge to grab him even worse.

Satira held Ciná's gaze as she leaned in closer to him, her body swaying a bit while she tried to stay stable on her paws, letting her glare sear into his face. "And just what is so interesting about me to someone like you, hmm?" she interrogated him further, her lips pulling away slightly to flash a silent growl at him. "Decided you suddenly like halfbreeds, you overgrown bigot? Or did everyone finally stop putting up with your shit so you're talking to anyone who will talk back to you?" Tira lifted a tip paw and placed it over top of his larger one, feeling his warm skin beneath her velvety paw pads. Then, keeping her gaze held to his, she gave him a wicked smile and flexed her digits, embedding her feline claws into the thin skin around his knuckles in a silent threat. He was lucky this place didn't allow violence, but he likely didn't know that. Maybe he'd get the message now that she wasn't one to be pushed around.

"Satira"

As he lowered the bottle from his lips he looked back down to the little wolf-dog in front of him who to his surprise had leaned even closer to him with an adorable glare that made him grin all over again. She was swaying slightly on her paws, but he couldn't say anything since he wasn't much better off than she was. He was still coherent, but the longer he stayed standing while drinking even more alcohol the more he was starting to feel it. She questioned him, demanding to know why she was so interesting to him, questioning why he studdenly liked half-breeds, but he just continued to grin while he admired her delicate features and the way her lips pulled back in a little growl. He liked this fiery, sassy side of her an awful lot. He liked when he could throw things at someone and they could throw them right back at him. He felt her paw slip over his and the slight prickle and sting of her feline-like claws digging into his knuckles in her own form of a threat.

Cináed's grin widened with a chuckle and he tipped the bottle of wine back for one more drink before he put it down on the ground beside him. He ended up accidentally tipping over the half-empty bottle of wine as he lifted his paw away, but he didn't care and didn't look down at the clink of the glass on the stone terrance, his attention too focused on the little spit fire of a woman in front of him. Hazy and loose in his inhibitions, he lifted the paw that wasn't currently being pinned by her claws to the back of her head, pulling her muzzle into his as he kissed her firmly. He had mostly planned to just kiss her to get more of a rise out of her and annoy her more, but once his lips found hers it immediately ignited the desire for her that he had just been barely ignoring behind his attempts to bother her. Now that he was here he didn't want to pull away and he just gave it a moment, waiting to see if he'd get a paw full of sharp claws in response.

Cináed

The way Cináed was looking at her with that stupid arrogant grin on his face and not answering any of her questions was really starting to piss Satira off. What, first she couldn't get him to shut the hell up and now she couldn't get him to say anything? He really must have some sort of brain damage or personality disorder or some sort of mental malfunction. She especially didn't like when her little threat of violence went ignored, the stupid red asshole just taking another long swig of wine. It incensed her and made Tira want to smack that bottle right out of his paws to get him to stop ignoring her. Fortunately she wouldn't have to resort to breaking the law, as Ciná was dumb enough to put the bottle down and knock it over in the process himself, saving her the trouble. Victory!

That feeling of triumph was short-lived, however, as the next thing the tipsy little wolf-dog knew, Ciná had grasped her by the back of her head with his oversized paw and pulled her muzzle into his until their lips had locked in a firm and insistent kiss. Satira gave muffled sound of surprise and protest, both of her paws coming up to press to his chest out of reflex, pushing despite lacking the physical strength to move such a mountain of wolf off of her. Bright blue eyes widened in shock, blinking rapidly while she sorted through the flush of heat and flurry of flustered feelings to figure out what was going on. Cináed was kissing her, just like how Azzie had kissed her in the fjord. Along with the press of his lips came that familiar hot tightening building in her core, her body's natural response to the passionate advance. Her paws pushed on his chest to keep him back, but her tail was wagging like a feather duster across the terrace behind her, betraying her conflicted emotions.

Once Ciná had pulled his lips from hers, leaving Tira gasping softly for breath, the little hybrid fixed burning eyes on his smug face. With him being so close still, it was easy for her to swipe a paw out aiming to smack him across his cheek. She kept her claws retracted, not wanting to do too much damage to the one good asset he had in that obnoxiously handsome face, but definitely striking him hard enough to get her message across. Whether her blow landed or not, Tira would continue to hold Ciná's golden eyes for a moment longer, considering him in her drunken mind. Then she thrust both her tiny paws up to grasp around his neck while she pulled her body up to his, pressing all of herself to his form while crushing her mouth back to his in another heated kiss, whining softly beneath her breath at the rush of endorphins the attention and affection was doping her up with.

"Satira"

Well, he didn't get retractable feline claws stabbing through his toes so he supposed that was one win. He kept his lips pressed to hers for as long as he dared, that soft feeling of her smaller, more delicate muzzle against his lighting fires in his core that he knew he shouldn't be indulging right now—especially not in the middle of some other pack's party. Her paws pushing at his chest and her disgruntled, muffled sounds finally got him to pull back, blinking open his eyes to see her aggravated, burning gaze which he greeted with a lopsided grin. Before he even noticed her paw moving he felt it slap across his cheek, hitting his head to the side and bit and making him wince with the sting of the impact. He brought one of his own paws to his cheek, rubbing it gently as he chuckled. He wasn't even mad at her for hitting him. If anything he would have been surprised if he didn't get some kind of repercussions from the stunt he pulled, but he couldn't even say it wasn't worth it. "Yeah, alright, I probably deser-" he began, but he didn't get to finish his half-hearted apology.

As soon as he looked back toward her again she was reaching her tiny paws up around his neck, making his eyes go wide with shock this time as she pulled herself up into him while her muzzle crushed into his in a deep, passionate kiss. It took a moment for his half-drunk brain to process what was going on, getting whiplash from having her hate him and slapping him across the face to making out with him the next, but his instincts and desires luckily took over before he could miss his chance. He gave a quiet, rumbling hum in response to the soft whine she made as he sank into that kiss, his eyes closing while both of his forelegs wrapped around her sides, supporting her against him while this sudden, unexpected kiss continued. His lips worked easily in time with hers, kissing her with all of the pent up mix of aggravation and natural desire, forgetting where they were as his tongue gently found hers with a soft, muffled groan, tasting her mouth for the first time and making him hold her a little tighter against himself.

Their making out only lasted for a few more moments though because he felt a couple taps on his shoulder that made him jump, blinking open his eyes as he pulled away from Satira's lips with a soft gasp. He looked over to see a large male wearing a disapproving look, shooing them off of the terrace and into one of the castle's private rooms if they couldn't control themselves. Cináed gently released Satira and placed her back on the stone of the terrace, giving the castle guard an apologetic grin and nod, agreeing and waiting till he had walked away to look back down at her. A silly grin creeped across his muzzle and he chuckled, his ears giving an embarrassed flick. "So... Um... Did you want to...?" he questioned, still a little breathless from their kiss, and nodding toward the castle behind him, not really knowing how far Satira would want to take this. He honestly didn't even expect to get this far so he was already riding a high that could only go up from here whether she turned down his offer or not.

Cináed

The resounding smack her paw made against the flesh of his cheek had been so oddly satisfying that it gave Satira a little chill. Seeing the way Cináed's head snapped with the force of her blow was equally as delightful and it gave her all the karmic justice she needed in that moment. Then she was kissing him, lost in the flurry of turbulent emotions all pouring out of her at once, amplified by the alcohol in her bloodstream. It didn't take long for Ciná to join in with her, feeling the vibrations of his rumbling hum against her lips while he kissed her back with an intense and almost aggressive passion. His strong forelegs wrapped around her sides, supporting her up against him and very nearly lifting her off her hind legs in the process. Her paws flexed and relaxed on reflex over and over, combing through the thick fur of his scruff with sharp feline claws to prick at his skin while she made out with him, forgetting in that instant everything that had led up to that moment. She didn't remember she was in the castle, or surrounded by guests at a wedding. She was just chasing that high and trying to feel as good as possible in that moment.

Ciná seemed to be chasing a similar high as his lips moved in tandem with hers, kissing her with a ferocious hunger that soon had him parting her lips until she felt and tasted his tongue slipping into her maw. Tira moaned and shuddered with delight as her tongue danced with his and tasted him back, losing herself in the familiar and heady sensations of lust from their making out. It reminded her of her time learning how to kiss with Azzurra, except this was much, much more intense and heated. She felt as if she might be scalded being held so close and tight by Cináed, but simultaneously not wanting to let go of him or put any amount of space between them. That molten hot pressure in her belly grew, and all she knew was that she wanted to be closer to him. No matter how much she was pressed up against him, it didn't seem close enough for the inebriated wolf-dog. Was this the kind of desire her mother had told her about? Were these the signs she was supposed to recognize when she found someone she wanted to give herself to?

The young brute's lips left hers abruptly, leaving Tira gasping for breath and blinking open confused, bleary eyes—until she saw the reproachful look of the Hallows guard leering at Ciná and then at herself. Oops! They'd been busted. Satira turned a shy, sweet smile to the guard, slumping back onto the cool stone floor as Cináed set her back down and made apologies to the guard. Once the other wolf had wandered off, she glanced back up at Ciná, her own pale blue eyes still smoldering and burning with that feeling deep inside her. She was afraid that perhaps their moment had been ruined, but when she saw the male's silly, lust-drunk grin, she knew he was still interested in her. He began to ask a breathless question, but Tira cut him off with a hard nod of her head. "Yes," she said, her voice just as airy and breathless as his while she fixed him with what she hoped was a coy, alluring grin. She downed the rest of her wine from her nearly forgotten goblet, then tossed the cup aside with a clatter.

Satira turned and headed for the castle doors, making sure to bat at his legs with her silky, feathery tail as she did so. She had no idea how to flirt, how to act sexy or teasing. She was just running on pure instinct and luck, hoping that something she was doing was working out. Tira led the way the guard had pointed to the private rooms, glancing back over her shoulder every now and then to make sure he was still following. Her steps were a bit wobbly from the amount of drink she'd consumed, adding an unintentional wiggle and sway to her hips while she walked, finding a door on the quiet side of the castle and peeking inside. It was a bedroom of sorts, lit dimly by a low burning fire in the hearth. Perfect. Satira pushed the door open and strode in, doing her best to act confident in the presence of Ciná and not like she was some inexperienced virgin exploring all new territory for the first time, which in fact she was. Once they had gotten inside and Ciná had made sure they wouldn't be disturbed, Tira turned to cast a sultry look at the much larger brute from over her shoulder, letting him take the lead (since she really had no clue how to begin initiating what came next) and waiting to see what he would do with her .

"Satira"

Cináed had thought for sure that getting broken up by the guard would maybe make Satira come to her senses and remember that she hated him or something like that, but before he could even get his question out she was cutting him off and agreeing to his offer. He blinked in surprise, watching with a bit of shock as she downed her drink and tossed the goblet aside before brushing past him toward the castle with her soft tail swaying against his legs. He gave his head a shake and another lust-filled grin crossed his lips as he scrambled to get up and follow after her, trotting a few steps to catch up as she led the way into the castle. They followed the corridor down to a quiet portion of the castle, finding a row of rooms that seemed to be like the guest rooms the guard had mentioned. Tira peeked inside of one and after glancing around a bit she pushed the door open, revealing the dimly lit bedroom on the other side. His sly, eager grin was still lingering on his lips as he followed in behind her, turning only briefly to close the door and latch it before making his way to face her again.

He didn't pick up on any of her uncertainty, her act of confidence seeming genuine enough to him as he walked across the few paces it took to meet her in the middle of the room. Fueled by his own lust and the alcohol that was currently boosting his own confidence as well, he gave her a sly smirk before ducking down to slip under her much smaller frame, picking her up and carrying her over to the bed before gently tossing her onto the mattress. The heat and desire that their making out had sparked only burned hotter as he climbed onto the bed beside her and looked down over her lithe, feminine form stretched out on the mattress, golden gaze taking all of her in with an eager, hungry need that hadn't been satisfied in several seasons. Even though this wasn't his first time, he couldn't exactly call himself that experienced either. Yes, his first had given him a very through crash course in the subject, but applying all of that on his own took a bit of an improvised bravado that made him glad he had downed the extra wine before all this began.

He gently rolled her onto her back, settling his body over top of hers, and bringing his muzzle to his to pick up their kiss where they left off. As soon as his lips found hers and they began that heated, passionate making out once more it was much easier to give in to everything his body wanted and needed, his instincts guiding him as his forelegs wrapped around her waist and drew her tight to him, groaning into her mouth while their tongues danced together once more. She felt so small and delicate in his arms, but feeling the warmth of her body against him and her scent filling his nose made him feel like he had never felt before, the tightening spring of need and desire coiling tighter and tighter in his core until he thought he might just spontaneously combust from the heat of it. He broke their kiss with a soft gasp as he started to bring his hips to hers, looking down at her with a lustful haze with a silent question just to give her one last chance to back out if she really didn't want this, but as long as there was no sign of regret or remorse on her features then he would bring his hips to hers, feeling all of her for the first time with an impassioned groan, holding on tight to her as he brought them both the pleasure they both so desperately needed.

- fade -

Cináed

It pleased Satira to see that Cináed was still totally engrossed in her, despite their interruption in the gardens. The way he looked at her and grinned at her made her feel like the center of the universe, if only for the time he was paying attention to her. She felt powerful, important, wanted—she was riding these feelings like a high and she couldn't get enough of it! Fixing him with her sultry stare, Tira watched while Ciná closed the distance between them again, the little wolf-dog gasping and giggling with delight as the giant wolf leaned down to scoop her up as if she weighed nothing, and compared to him she really didn't. Her petite body landed on the plush mattress with a bounce, leaving her grinning like a giddy idiot while Ciná climbed up onto the bed and stood over her, the mattress sagging a touch beneath their combined weights. With him towering over her, Satira had never felt more petite and feminine before in her life. She gazed over his sculpted body with smoldering blue eyes, giving a languid stretch of her body before his hungry gaze just to tease him some more. This part at least felt easy, and Tira continued to do whatever she thought might further entice the red brute's interest.

All of a sudden, Satira felt her body being moved and manipulated by Cináed's large, powerful paws, drawing airy gasps from the girl as she was rolled and positioned on her back beneath him. Pale blue eyes blinked open wide as she gazed up at him, feeling her heart racing in her chest while she gave him that confident grin all the while. While this may not have been his first time, this was indeed going to be Tira's, the virgin wolf-dog having only recently discovered the world of sex and lust. It looked like she was about to get intimately familiar with it tonight though! Satira felt the weight of Ciná's bulk settle down over her, pinning her to the bed while he brought his muzzle back to hers. She greeted his lips eagerly, kissing him back with the same passion and needy hunger he poured forth to her. Their tongues wrestled and danced between their mouths, her tiny paws coming up to caress over his cheeks, his forehead, and around his ears, touching any and every part of him she could reach while her body pressed to his on its own accord. Soft, pleading whines slipped from the fae in response to his deep groans, their sounds filling the quiet air of the bedroom they'd commandeered for their lustful interlude. With her eyes closed in delight, Tira gave herself over to Cináed's whims, responding in turn to everything he did to her, albeit with less finesse and much more gung-ho directness.

The next thing Satira knew, she felt one of Ciná's strong forelegs wrap around her waist, drawing her body tighter to his as she squirmed to press herself up to him so every inch of her skin was touching his. It was as if she couldn't be close enough, no matter how wrapped up in the red wolf she was. His body was so strong, so masculine, sporting athletic and toned muscles in every place she could feel. It made her tremble to feel so small and feminine in his grasp, the sense of being fully under his control and his to do with as he pleased making that heat in her core swell and clench harder. His fur, coarse and thick between her toes, felt like an incredible safety blanket. His scent, spicy and masculine, hung in her nose as they made out, intoxicating her and setting her instincts ablaze with desire.

Ciná broke their kiss then, Tira gasping for breath the moment their lips parted. She felt Ciná bring his hips to hers, felt him press against her, and glanced down between their bodies to see where they were about to join. Seeing him—all of him—like this made her belly clench hard with need. Satira looked up to Cináed, seeing the lustful haze over his golden eyes, but also seeing the unspoken question in them. Tira responded with a little nymphal grin and nodded. No sooner had she given her nonverbal permission, Tira felt Ciná press his hips to hers, stealing her breath away in a sharp gasp as their bodies were made one, feeling all of him in the most intimate way possible. Her paws clung to his chest fur while she tried to relax and give herself up to this moment with the red-furred brute that she had hated up until tonight, letting him have all of her and take her to places she'd never even dreamed existed.

- fade -

"Satira"