That Time I Brought A Boy Home

Both of the young wolves were hot and bothered and it showed in their actions, their sounds, their blatant desire. Haiku assured her that he needed her as well and Bowen melted in his grasp. Lustful speaking was a massive turn on for the young fae. She had always liked hearing that she was desirable, or being told what to do, or any other number of simple little bedroom phrases. Haiku's voice, his sounds of pleasure, it was all music to her auburn ears.

The brute followed her lead, standing so that she could fit herself beneath him. He needed no prompting yet again and his instincts told him what needed to be done. His muzzle slid along her neck and Bowen rolled her head to the side to give him more room to play. One of her paws rose to grasp at his thigh as Haiku finally sank within her, giving her exactly what she needed. Pure fire consumed Bowen as she and her oldest friend took up a rhythm together. The pressure within her built and built and built. By the end, she was calling out for her Hero.

---------Fade and time skip and stuff--------------

The pair had fallen asleep wrapped up in one another's limbs. Bowen, satiated, had pressed her chest against Haiku's, nestled in his strong embrace. She had fallen asleep with the top of her head pressed beneath his chin. Honestly, Bowen couldn't remember ever having slept so well. Having sex was one thing, but it seemed that having sex with someone that you lived was entirely different. Did she say love? Yeah... Part of her had always loved Haiku. From the very first moment when he'd saved her from that killer woodchuck, she had loved him.

"Bowen"