Make Me Feel Anything But This

Aslatiel

Discomfort was a good word to explain how she felt. Ever since her night with Indigo, Asla realized that she was in heat. Her body was running rampant with hormones. The need to breed, so to speak. She had control over herself, of course, but did she really want to control herself? She'd been saving herself for Indigo just as he'd been saving himself for her. Now that their first times were out of the way, her loving was free game. Asla ran through a list of potential males in her mind and gave a scoffing laugh at her own girlishness.

Movement out in the main chamber brought grey ears perking. She continued to listen as Naiche made his way into the room. He questioned her and she cast a glance over her shoulder at him. The golden wolf was able to sense that something was off with her. She could see the concern in his white marked face. Ah, Naiche... it was still strange to see this caring side of him. He showed his love for her with every look. She didn't deserve him.

Naiche moved forward and placed himself between her and the cold wall. He pressed the length of his body against hers and a little switch flipped in her mind. The cream colored fae sank into him, pressing her face beneath his chin. Purple eyes closed as she twined her limbs with Naiche's. It was nice to lay here with him. Physical contact was always pleasing to Asla and she was glad that he was getting used to it. It seemed that Naiche truly just wanted to make her happy. His next words proved it.

Anything that she needed? "What if I need something that you don't want to give?" Or maybe he did want it. How was she to know? Naiche had never made any sexual advances towards her, unfortunately. Why, she didn't know. Others had made advances and, honestly, she really liked that they did. It was good to be desired. Did Naiche desire her though? He had certainly been on her mental checklist.

With a sigh, Asla leaned forward and kissed Naiche square on the mouth. Purple eyes met gold and she spoke low and soft. "If you truly mean that..." she began, pressing her chest more tightly against his own, "then I want you to make me feel something other than sad." Her request was filled with hints and no doubt the lust poured through her plum colored gaze. If he didn't catch those hints, then he was trying to ignore them.

"Aslatiel"

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