Make the most of our time

Artorias watched Briar's face the moment that first swig of wine hit her lips. He studied her expression curiously, gauging her countenance to see if she liked it or not. Shockingly, Briar didn't cringe away from the bitterness of the alcohol. Instead, she sampled the flavor, humming as she considered it, then took another sip, then another, and another! His paws continued to scrub over her sides while she enjoyed the wine, listening to those pleased purring murrs from his girlfriend that made him grin knowing he was doing a good job. That low ache in his belly, that fire of desire in his core, it was smoldering through his body. He wanted Briar, wanted to make her feel amazing and love veery part of her he could while he still had her in his paws.

Briar leaned back against his chest while he worked on her, the young brute smirking at his girlfriend while her body relaxed into his. She held the bottle of wine up over her shoulder, offering it to him. Artorias happily wrapped his lips around the neck, letting Briar tip it back so he could take a few deep gulps of the semisweet burgundy liquid. The flavor of summer fruits and the bitter aftertaste of alcohol washed over his tongue, and as the wine entered his stomach, the slow growing warmth of alcohol began to fill him from the inside out. "Yeah? Liking it so far?" he asked when Briar mentioned how he was right in his assumptions. "It's pretty nice, right? And just think, we have casks and hundreds of bottles of this stuff and other kinds of wine back at the castle." He didn't say it out loud, but the implication that they could have unlimited access to as much wine as they wanted was there. Hey, if Briar wanted to be a princess who got wine-drunk every day, he wouldn't say no!

Artorias took another long drink of wine when she passed it back to him, the rapid intake of the alcohol hitting his young body hard, just like it had when he'd drank with Sirius. He happily let Briar recline and relax back against him, her head resting against his chest while his paws ran soap through the fur on her chest and belly, washing the suds off after a few moments and running slow paws over her chest to untangle any knots in her coat and leave her silky and smooth. Feeling Briar's warm body pressing against him, hot even in amongst the hot springs, it was causing parts of him to stir as his lusts for the beautiful Fatalis princess came back to the forefront of his mind. Unable to resist, Artorias slowly ran his paws down over Briar's chest and sides, looping them around to roam over her belly, then slowly—ever so slowly—they began to drift lower.

His paws passed over her waist, slipping between her thighs, finding another sort of heat with soft paw pads while his free paw wrapped his foreleg around her waist to keep her body held tight to his. Artorias tipped his muzzle to make contact with the side of Briar's neck, covering her throat in tender kisses. Every so often his mouth would pass over the almost hidden scars where her father had bitten her, targeting those marks with slower kisses and gentle licks of his tongue to her skin. "How about a full body massage, my princess?" he offered in a low, rumbling voice while a practiced paw sought out the parts of her he knew would make her squirm, moan, and sing for him.

"Artorias" | "Corbin" | "Argent"