Every noise she made sent heat through him, flashes of warmth through his body. Noises passed his parted lips against his will, responding to her. She had nowhere to go, the wall was at her back, and he was at her front. His paws on her, around her, encasing her. That need pulled through him, and the willpower to continue his caresses and kisses was almost more than he could bare. But he held him back from taking her, egging her own, spurring her desire. He pressed his teeth to her throat, and brushed them up, and across the bottom of her muzzle.

Will it hurt? She asked, and he didn’t answer. Too busy tasting her. When her teeth dug into his shoulder, his breathing quickened to little gasps and groans. Feeling her teeth against his flesh. He pushed her back against the wall again, hitting her back against it hard. Hard enough to knock a little wind from her, and then hooked his paws against hers, dragging her to the ground so he was on top of her. He pressed his body down against her. She was so little, so fragile. So helpless against him. Will it hurt? his member pressed against her, not yet penetrating. He lowered his head, kissing her throat, her chest, her stomach. Will it hurt? He moved his head back to her neck, groaning softly against it. He didn’t want to wait. He didn’t want to be patient, or gentle, or kind. He wanted to take her, and take her, and take her. The heat that had been building against them for days, weeks, months had finally condensed to this moment.

He tucked his forepaws under her back, and then rolled. Putting his back against the cold floor, and resting her against his stomach. He kissed her nose, her muzzle, her throat. You're in control. Your move, Little Bird.” He whispered against her throat, alternating between nipping and kissing the flesh there.

"Basilisk" || "Iggy"

She moaned against his teeth on her throat. Ready. He thudded her against the cavern wall enough to make her lose her breath and her grip. It sent the fire within her to an engulfing crescendo. A gasp as she found her breath again and she went to push against his massive form when he grasped her tiny golden paws with one mighty mit of his and dragged her down from the wall to the ground. She struggled and groaned, she was so helpless before him, pulsating and writhing beneath him. She felt his hardness against her, a blooming rush and a tensing between her legs responded eagerly. With every exhale a small sound pressed against her larynx and escaped through her teeth. She writhed and arched and shifted under every tender kiss, her claws encased beneath his above her head. One kiss met her belly and she moaned with volume this time. She could no longer contain it. Ready! Ready! Please!

He moved her as a ragdoll when he rolled over and placed her on his stomach, she heaved against every touch, swaying with the flood in her mind, delirious and wanting more and more and more.

Control? Her move? What move? She grabbed his sabers, one in each paw, and pulled herself and his muzzle together in a passionate enthralling kiss. Snaking her tongue across his front teeth. Then breaking from it and kissing down his neck as he had done to her. She tugged little wefts of fur as she went.

"Take it. It's yours, I'm yours. Sun's breath, do it! Please!" She begged.

"Ignita"

Basilisk may enter her threads without warning.

Her grip against her sabers was utterly unexpected. A sensation he hadn’t experienced more as she pulled against them, pulling on them. His mouth closed against hers once more, possessive and hard against her. He felt her tongue against them next, and he was jelly against her touch. Groaning into her mouth, hard and ready and wanting. To relinquish control at that moment… he almost regretted it. He wanted the power to hold her tight against him.

Her begging broke every last bit of his control, he gripped her hips in his forepaws, and pulled her down. Finally, finally taking that plunge they had skirted against at every corner. He pressed into her, feeling her. Taking her. He let out a long moan, moving her against him. His teeth were desperate as they dug into the thick ruff around her neck. “Mine. My wolf, My bird, My Iggy. Mine” He gasped against her.

"Basilisk" || "Iggy"

The bloom of glowing brilliant blue stars shattered through her mind behind her eyes as he thrust her waiting hips against him. The gasp was high and loud, a mix of pain and pleasure as he finally finally took her. She was held fast against him and she writhed, tears streamed down her face as the warmth and sensations melted over her like burning wax through her fur. She groaned, winced, and arched into him. Breathing heavily with every motion she gripped anything she could with her claws, the sounds escaping her getting louder and louder and louder. She would tense around him, wet and cloying. Eventually, the mushrooms could no longer muffle her moans and her voice began to echo through the cavern as he was claiming her.

"Ignita"

Basilisk may enter her threads without warning.

He claimed her, body and soul. They writhed together in the cool cavern, and he spread fleeting love bites along her neck, moving her with him, pulling her body tight or loose against him, hungry for everything she had to offer. He rolled them again, pressing her against the cavern floor, and slowing his movements. Teasing her with softer movements. Pausing entirely, holding himself above her as he looked into her eyes and waited for her to beg him for him. Answering her pleas when she gave them until he was spent. He held himself up so he didn’t suffocate her, leaning against her form as he gasped for breath. He buried his nose in her neck, doing nothing but breathing, breathing, and remembering every part of her.

Once he caught his breath, he moved down her body, and tasted her in different ways. So she would fully understand all the pleasures she could feel. Until she was as exhausted and spent as he was, and then he collapsed beside her, and curled his body around her. Exhausted, and content to simply be beside her.

-time skip-

He didn’t know for long he slept. Longer than usual, perhaps. His muscles ached with satisfaction as he stretched out his body, and kissed Ignita’s nose to wake her. “Little Bird.” He whispered, before pulling himself free of her warmth and reaching for his bag. He grabbed the herbs he had gotten from Ollie some time ago. A precaution. He made a small fire, and heated water before infusing the herbs and passing it to Iggy. “You have to drink this.” He cautioned her. She wasn’t in heat, but he knew that was no guarantee.

"Basilisk" || "Iggy"

Her moans came with every movement now, panting she coiled her claws into his fur as he rolled on top of her. Teasing her with a movement that wasn't enough. No!! Give her more! She raked her claws over his chest and kissed his arm as it held him high above her. She panted with him, leaning into his cheek as he buried his nose into her neck when he was spent.

She was surprised as he continued on her body after catching his breath. The sensations more pleasant and invigorating! Overwhelming even more than him taking her from within. She writhed and kicked him during his ministrations but she was weak against his might and barely laid a bruise. Exhausted she gasped out enough! Spent and done. Her body could take no more. Her legs shook and her breath shuddered, rattling her lungs against her ribs. Her arms limp across her breast she could barely keep her eyes open as he wrapped himself around her.

--
Deep within the cave, aglow with ethereal mushrooms, she felt a warmth over her nose. It was a struggle to rouse. Her eyes wanted to stay closed and she wanted to roll over into his warm fur forever. Blearily she pushed against the ground to encourage her head to rise above her shoulders. Every inch of her ached. A pain between her legs she had never felt before drew her to look where she sat. A few smudges of dark red stained her ivory belly.

She rumbled an assenting sound as he passed her the cup, unable to speak. She drank the tea without complaint. Believing it to help ease her muscles back to use and mend whatever he tore within her. Will she bleed every time he takes her? She sipped as she leaned against him.

"Ignita"

Basilisk may enter her threads without warning.

Tea in her paws, he curled back around her again, leaning lightly against her as she drank. He wasn’t quite ready for the day to begin yet, and her slow and bleary movements told him she felt much the same way. A part of him didn’t want to go back to the pack… back to reality. To the struggles and heartbreak that seemed to surround him of late. Here he was warm, surrounded by her soft fur and the scents of her.

He lay there for a time, before he licked her cheek, and got slowly to his paws again. His falcon glided through the cavern then, a rabbit in her talons. She landed by the two wolves, and the Warlord took the bounty and passed it over to Ignita. “Eat.” He commanded her. Padding a little ways through the cavern as she presumably did so. He had a hunch that Charlie would not be found in this cavern. That he would have stumbled over them by now if he was to be found. They hadn’t exactly been quiet…

He returned to her side, and seated himself beside the smaller wolf. “Is there anything else you wanted to explore about this cave?”

"Basilisk" || "Iggy"

She sighed against him but then groaned with a wince as she felt a cramp from within. The tea wasn't sitting very well in her stomach. Ah, probably because she was hungry. Which was soon remedied. She took the meal, skinned it, and consumed the gamey meat. There her stomach felt a little better and she resumed drinking her tea.

"I hope none of the mushrooms got into this." She commented before he sat down, as her stomach twisted again after sipping the tea. Whatever he put in this, her body didn't like it much. Or was it just aftershocks from their time together?

"I could spend days in here trying to find their food source and researching them. But I don't think Charlie would have stayed here long. If he was hoping to capture their glow he would have seen that it fades after they're picked and can't be harnessed. He would need a material called..." The name escaped her for a moment so she finished her cup to allow her time to think. "Phos...phosphor? I don't know if it's found in nature, the book was really vague about making those pigments." She shrugged. She would need to clean herself up before they returned to the pack, too many questions or querying eyes would be around the blood on her fur.

She sighed again, "Are you going to tell them about Hazel?" She asked. It had been a little time since she had left, had any of them noticed she had been gone yet? They had returned from the bonfire.

Did this coupling change anything for Iggy when they got back home? Probably not. She wasn't in heat so nothing would probably come from this time together.

"Speech"

Basilisk frowned at her as she winced, the tea seemingly upsetting her. Sirius was the wolf who had given him the talk of the importance of contraceptives, and he had said given early enough they didn't cause side effects. And given late could force an abortion. Could she be allergic to something in the tea? Or worse, could she be right about the mushrooms? He sniffed at the remaining contents over the fire, and dipped a paw in, licking it. He didn't know what the contraceptive was supposed to taste like, but there was nothing bitter in it like he would imagine for the mushrooms. He would talk to Ollie when he got back, if this one didn't sit right with her perhaps there were alternatives. He glanced at Iggy, and acknowledged the fact they would need a tea like this again.

He started to pack up their supplies, packing this down and banking the firem chewing on some dried jerky as he did so. She carried the conversation, speaking about the mushrooms and what would be needed to harvest them. “Making paints interests you, doesn't it?” It was becoming clear it wasn't just to save money. She'd taken a real interest in it. There was only so much that one book could teach her. “I'll find someone to teach you.” He told her, if he had to kidnap them off the streets to do it.

Her next question startled him, and he looked squarely at her, peeling his lip back ever so slightly. “My love life is none of their damn business.” He growled, the hurt of her loss still clearly there in his defence posture. “Why do you ask, Little Bird? Fancy setting yourself up as Queen?” His tone deceptively light. He had considered what their future would bring. He wanted her. To own her, claim her, and keep her beautiful mind and body for himself. Did he want to set her up as Queen? His little slave? He wasn't sure. He liked his power over her. Could he ever consider her an equal? Would he even like the dynamic? He loved the way she jumped to his bidding. The way she promised him the moon.

She smiled warmly at him over her interest in painting. Yes, it seemed his gift had given her a new craft to perfect and consume all knowledge of. The swish of her tail was all he needed to know that she liked the idea of someone teaching her.

She suddenly stilled as he curled his lip and faced her, growling at the topic shift. And suddenly her paws grew cold as he suggested she was devising to call herself queen. Her expression grew somber and serious as she looked away from him. Queen wasn't a title she'd ever wanted or thought she could even dream to achieve. She certainly couldn't be his warlady or champion on the battlefield. Not here in the Armada. Barely able to defend herself she is helpless to claim any proper rank.

"Of course, not my Lord. I'm hardly an image for such a title." Small, scruffy, ink and paint stained, nervous in crowds, hardly an ethereal image to inspire devotion. No, to rise to such a rank from her current status would leave a bad taste in the mouths of the other royalty. She had forgotten that at one point she had been named princess, but she had never been treated like one, not a day in her life.

"I only brought it up... in case you didn't want to hide this. But we can if you wish." She said. As she turned back to him she knew their first time certainly wasn't going to be their last. She would do anything he wished.
"Ignita"

Basilisk may enter her threads without warning.

He snorted, and found himself caught between his desire to praise her, and cut out her self doubt - and his desire to keep his power over her and squish any thoughts she might have of being his equal. “You forget, slave to ruler has been at the heart of the Armada.” he said, reminding her of Sirius. But he would not give freedom to his Little Bird easily. He stepped closer to her, and brushed his lips across one ear. “I don’t intend to hide it for long. I just need… I need to give respect to who she had been.” He said quietly. He was not ashamed of his love for Ignita.

Perhaps she would never find herself as queen, but Consort… consort could be a consideration. But one for the future. Not now, now when this was still so new, and seemingly fragile to him. He hooked a paw around her and dragged her a little closer, breathing in the scent behind her ears. “We should… get cleaned up and head back. The pack can’t be left too long.” He murmured softly against her fur. They should do so before distraction could sweep them away once more. “Did you enjoy yourself, Little Bird?”

"Basilisk" || "Iggy"

For the moment she had indeed forgotten the history of the Armada, so wrapped up in him and what everything meant. She drew in a breath and it was rushed out as his lips brushed across her ear, sending a rippling cascade down her back again. How she loved it when he did that.

She hummed agreeably then replied, "I respect that." it made sense to her. Hazel was a feature in his life, not just a feature but a part of every major event in his life. He needed the time to honor her and not just fill that space. No one could replace Hazel by his side, and Ignita wouldn't ever pretend she could.

She was brought closer, his arm hooked behind her, she closed her eyes to his inhale behind her ears. If she didn't ache already the fire would be easily rekindled with such motions.

She hummed, yes, they should be getting back... She blinked her eyes open and turned to him at his question.
"It... Well... yes, I enjoyed a lot of it. Especially... the... the after..." Where he kissed down her body and made her writhe with pleasure. "But... I am a little... sore." She admitted with a sheepish smile, ducking her head and looking away. Perhaps as they practiced it would get easier.

"Speech"

He thought she might enjoy that. He would make note of the things she enjoyed, and remember how to undo her. He gave her a grin, pulling back a little. “Yes, it hurts for a woman's first time. I'd forgotten.” He'd only been with one wolf his whole life, after all.


He reluctantly pulled back further, knowing they shouldn't linger. “We'll find somewhere to clean up on the way.” He grimaced, wanting to avoid her taking a dip in the winter stream. He didn't want her to catch a chill. They'd figure it out, they wouldn't reach the Armada until tomorrow. “I can take you back here, once you've learned how to preserve them.” He suggested as he started to lead her back out of the cavern. Remembering the darkness between here and the exit, he pulled her tightly to him so she wouldn't get lost.