O Bucată Din Inima Mea

The aftermath of their love was all breathy sighs and warm affections. Separated, the pair continued to stay close, Bowen nestled in the loving arms of Artorias. The young woman's eyes closed as his paws continued to roam over her body. She didn't feel self conscious of his touches in the slightest. She was his and he could touch every square inch of her if he wished it. Tonight, they had given themselves to one another and they would be forever tied to one another in whatever limited capacity they were able to eke out.

When her brother's pads, rough from all of the training and hard work, slid over her lower lip, Bowen's maw parted for him. Her tongue lashed out, swiping over one of those pads and the claw attached. A sensuous gesture from a sensuous woman. They were spent, but she was by no means done with him. Caramel lids lifted, the sultry green glow of Bowen's eyes finding Art's face. The hard lust and love within her gaze spoke volumes of promises for many more sessions of carnal pleasures. He could have her in whatever way he wished, whenever he wished as long as their primary relationships would allow.

Unlike Artorias, Bowen had no doubts or concerns about revealing their relationship to both Briar and Haiku. This felt so right, being here in his arms. She craved Artorias. Needed him. How could that be wrong? Briar had accepted the feeling that Artorias had for his sister and had given her blessing, in a sense. Now that their relationship had turned into this heated, beautiful thing, Bowen would tell Haiku the truth. She loved her brother beyond the bounds of sibling affection. She would sleep with him for as long as they both wished for it. If the chocolate man had an issue with it, they would part ways, though Bowen would always want to remain friends. This lustful, loving whirlwind between herself and Artorias... she wouldn't give it up. Even if it meant playing second fiddle to Briar all of her days.

Arts voice met her ears, pulling Bowen from her mental musings. The woman's viridian gaze focused on his face and she smiled even as he kissed her. Their tongues danced and the dainty fae released a soft moan into her lovers mouth. She would never tire of the taste of him. The tri-colored brute asked if he could keep her for the night and Bowen purred, moving to slide her tongue along his lower lip. "You can keep me for always." She meant it. He could have her always. She belonged to him as much as their relationships would allow. Once again the thought entered her mind as to what might have happened had they grown up with these feelings. Would they have been mated? Would they have been each other's one and only? It wasn't worth dwelling on.

Gently, Bowen extracted herself from her brother's embrace. He asked if he could have her for the night and he had suggested the guest rooms, but that wasn't what Bowen wanted. Standing, one porcelain paw extended towards the prone man. "All night," she promised, "But not here." Once Artorias was on his paws, she led him to the door of the castle. She wanted to have him under the stars, a soft blanket of grass or sand beneath her back or under her belly. "Out here," she purred. "Out here where the entire world can witness my love for you."

"Bowen & Artorias"