O Bucată Din Inima Mea

Artorias didn't care if someone might see them and Bowen didn't either. Let them watch. Already she knew that it was going to be glorious. The copper and cream woman was a stellar lover and Artorias was loving, devoted, powerful. Together they would shake the very foundation of the castle. Of this, Bowen had no doubt. Her brother wasted no time in following her to the furs before the crackling fire. Artorias handled her, positioning her as he wished, which Bowen allowed. He wanted her on her back and the choice of position was pleasing. She would be able to watch him the entire time so that she didn't have to wonder if it was all real. More than once she'd been lost in the fantasy of Artorias taking her, but this time... it would be real.

The warmth of the fire was frigid compared to the heat that bounced between the bodies of the two wolves. As the black and blue brute touched her hip with his paw, Bowen prepared herself, her body practically vibrating with anticipation. Already she could feel her body preparing itself for the man above her. She was ready and that hot need burned like green fire in Bowen's eyes. At this moment, never had she wanted or needed anything more than Artorias.

Sweet words poured into Bowen's ears but she could do little more than release a shuddering moan as Artorias sank home moments later. Consumed by fire, Bowen wrapped her forelegs around her lovers neck, holding him close until he was hilted within her. The small fae panted and groaned, her cheek pressed against her brother's. "Please," was all that she managed to whisper before she released her hold of his neck. Dropping back to the furs, Bowen rolled her hips upwards, showing exactly what she wanted.

-----Fade and stuff------

"Bowen & Artorias"