Not happy, but way less sad

The little sounds he was able to draw from Briar with the simplest actions never failed to further stoke the fire they kindled whenever they were together. Feeling her body resting on top of his, every part of them touching from chest to hips with their paws all over each other somehow just felt right. His tongue explored her maw, wrestled with hers, savored her taste while they made out, giving his own quiet masculine murrs and grumbles of delight as their kiss deepened and lengthened. He grabbed pawfuls of her fur as he clutched her tight to his body, never again wanting to let her go. She was his—his alone, and all his. Something instinctual inside himself made him want to claim her, all of her, to make sure no one else could ever take his Briar from him, the urges driving him to more wild, urgent levels of desire. He wanted her, all of her, all for himself, just as she was touching him and holding him and kissing him like she wanted him all to herself as well.

When their lips did finally part, Artorias swallowed a deep breath to cool his burning lungs, slowly opening those amber eyes to gaze up at Briar. She truly was the most beautiful wolf in the world. A tender paw ran up the curves of her body to caress her cheek with a gentle touch while he gazed so deep into her eyes he thought he might drown in those turquoise pools. A look of realization crossed her face and suddenly Briar was flush with shyness, gazing around. It took Artorias' lust-drunk brain to realize that they were still outside in the open, and also followed Briar's gaze to the darkening world around them as night claimed the land. Besides the sounds of the crackling fire and rushing water, there was nothing and no one else around them.

"Just us..." he whispered up to his lover with a chuckle. He still thought that Briar would want to head into the den for some privacy, but the young fae surprised him yet again by shifting to get more comfortable on top of him and then giving him a daring grin, followed by a deep kiss. Artorias murred in surprised delight while he melted into her lips, his paws finding their way down to her hips to hold her body down onto his, his tail swishing excitedly against the furs they were laying across. His heart raced in his chest, his soul burned for her in every crevice of his body, want and need searing him alive. Briar took the lead, and both wolves were once more submerged into the depths of desire and love.

This time felt different than the first time. Last time, it had been exploratory, a chance to learn one another's bodies intimately. This time, it was a moment of heated passion between two lovers, sharing their desires and speaking their love for one another with their bodies, reveling in their reunion and their love. Time meant nothing now, the world meant nothing now. All there was, was Briar. All there ever would be was Briar. Once more, Artorias was all hers, and she would be his.

- define "wholesome" fade -

"Artorias" | "Corbin"