Not happy, but way less sad

Every little gasp or grin or sound he was able to draw out of Briar felt like another little victory, and Artorias savored each and every one he got from her. The way Briar tightened her forelegs around his neck to pull her lithe body closer to his made more of that fiery tension build in his gut, aching for satisfaction and release. With as much time as they'd spent together, he had an inkling that Briar knew just how to navigate him to exactly where she wanted him, guiding his attention away from their dinner to a much more pleasurable activity. Her response sent a delightful shiver down his spine, that aching between his legs returning tenfold while his paws roamed up and down her back from shoulder to hip, his claws delicately parting her tawny fur as they traveled the curves of her body. Quiet gasps and murrs left the young wolf while his lover's lips danced over the side of his neck while thin feline claws ran through his thick scruff. He adored the way she spoke to him, especially when she called him hers.

Artorias followed Briar's lead, tilting his head up and to the side while her lips moved over his neck. Little tingles of electricity coursed through his veins, amplifying every sensation he felt. The desire for her he felt returned like a wildfire scorching him inside, that lust for the pleasure they had experienced the night they shared at the falls not long ago urging him further and further. When her kisses stopped, his head tipped back down so amber met turquoise, seeing the same smoldering look for him in her eyes as he felt for her. He gripped Briar around the waist tight, tugging every inch of her body closer to his, like he couldn't ever have her close enough to him. He loved that look in her eyes and the grin on her face. It held all the promise of a wonderful night for the two young lovers.

He returned Briar's soft kiss and gave a husky chuckle when she asked if they should have their dinner first or have each other for dinner. "There's only one thing on my mind right now, and it's not the rabbit." Closing the thin space between their lips once more, Artorias kissed Briar with that slow burning passion, letting his mouth press harder to hers as the lust flared hotter and hotter in him. Keeping his forelegs wound around Briar's waist, Artorias began to recline back, gently lowering himself to the furs she'd laid out for them. He came to rest on his back, pulling her down over top of him without breaking their muzzles apart while he tasted her tongue with his own.

With her body resting over top of his, Artorias ran slow paths with his paws over her body, from the base of her tail up to the base of her neck, following the ridge of her spine up and down. His tail beat excitedly against the ground while he made out with his lover, eyes closed to savor the moment, her taste in his mouth, her scent in his nose, her fur in his paws, her body draped across his. Other than the sounds the two wolves made, only the falls and the crackling campfire could be heard, and as the sunset faded into twilight, evening began to blanket the two lovers in the intimate privacy of night. For the first time in a while, everything felt right in his life, and he was going to enjoy the night with his Briar.

"Artorias" | "Corbin"