I Swear to Drunk I'm Not God

Just as Bowen was ravenous for him, Artorias was wholly enthralled for the little caramel and cream fae stretched languidly across his torso, every inch of their bodies pressed tight, sparing not even a gap of space between them. Artorias' heart pounded against his chest so strong he was certain Bowen could feel it when her paws stroked and pet over his skin, leaving trails of fire in their wake. The emotions that burned in his heart and soul for Bowen still amazed and stupefied him. It was a fiery and intense connection he felt for Bowen. He felt inseparable from any of his siblings, but the bond he'd forged with the smallest of their litter transcended even that. If ropes held him to his family, then chains kept him tethered to Bowen. They fit together as if they had been made for one another, in body, mind, and spirit. Fate wasn't exactly something Artorias was sure he believed in, but it was impossible for him to refute the way it felt like this relationship he and Bowen shared was meant to be. From the day she'd gone missing, Artorias had felt like a piece of himself had been ripped away permanently. Now that she was back, holding her in his arms, tangled up with her in the throes of passion, he once more felt whole.

The lingering doubt in the back of his mind nagged at his heart though, just as it unknowingly did for her. They had found their matching pieces within one another and it felt wonderful and incredible—but the future was an uncertain maelstrom of time. It had proven once before that they could be separated, and as life moved on, would it try to separate them again? As Briar and Haiku became permanent fixtures in their lives, would it create a divide they couldn't bridge? He knew he would marry Briar, he would have a family with Briar, and she likely would follow the same path with Haiku. It might have been too late for them to be each other's one and only, but was this the future they were doomed for? Would their moments of love-drunk smiles and breathless sighs between heated kisses eventually fade into mournful glances of longing as they were forced to watch the other take a divergent path? The thought drove a dagger through Artorias' heart, threatening to fracture it irreparably. Large paws gripped to the fur on Bowen's back, clinging to her like he might lose her forever if he dared loosen his hold.

Fortunately, Bowen separated her lips from his just enough to bring his inebriated mind out of the shadows it was starting to slip towards and back into the fire where he wanted to be. He tasted her tongue when it flicked over his lip, massive paws following the curve of her slender body down to her hips while she purred delicious honeyed words in their mother tongue to him. Her heated coaxing was somehow even hotter in Carpathian and it sent a delightful shiver down the dire brute's spine that settled between his thighs. She wrapped herself around him, rust-colored forelegs entwining around his neck while she asked him to pretend they were the only ones in the world. A salacious grin crept across Artorias' lips. He didn't need to pretend. Bowen was the only one in his world. No other thought occupied his mind. She was the air in his lungs, the blood in his veins, the fire in his eyes. He gazed into those viridian jewels, enamored and entranced. The vulnerability he saw made his heart miss a beat, reminding him of the way she'd looked at him when they were pups and she asked him to go on adventures. This was their adventure now—navigating the uncharted world they had discovered together. "The only ones," he whispered back, voice husky and heavy with lustful love.

Though he didn't want to, Artorias' paws released their hold on Bowen when the petite fae pushed herself up and off of him. A low whine of need slipped from the young brute, though it didn't last long when he saw what she was up to. Bowen spread herself out across the plush mattress and silken sheets to present herself to his starving gaze like a wanton tribute. Gods damn, was she a gorgeous stunner of a fae! Artorias couldn't resist staring her over like a predator about to attack his prey, especially not when she reached to him with open arms and pleading words begging for him. She egged him on, goading that primal part in his brain that wanted to ravage her again and again and again, all through the Long Night until the world crumbled around them or the sun rose on their exhausted and spent forms. Artorias was already rolling to his belly and crawling across the bed until he rose above Bowen, covering her with his much larger form. She fit so neatly and snugly beneath him, like it was always meant to be her there. Fiery eyes burned and flickered with a love and life only two wolves had ever seen. Breaths coming out in shallow, ragged panting, Artorias hooked a strong foreleg around Bowen's hip, tugging her body tighter to his while he lost himself in those eyes no other wolf came close to matching.

"I don't need to pretend with you, Bo," he said with a husky growl beneath his tones. Then he crushed his mouth to Bowen's once more, kissing her deeply, tongue darting into her maw to taste her flavor for one more blissful moment. Artorias lifted and guided Bowen's hips, paw grabbing at her rump while he positioned himself over her. He wanted to watch every moment of euphoria painted on her face, every trace of ecstasy glistening in those green eyes he loved. They would have plenty of time through the night to enjoy each other in every way they wanted, but for this first time, Artorias would give her all of the love and passion he could, every bit she deserved. Craning his neck down, Artorias gently booped his snout against Bowen's, a crooked grin on his face while he whispered to her, "Mea Bowen... Pentru totdeauna Bowen al meu..." Then he pushed his hips forward and slowly sank home, teeth gritting and groaning gasps falling from parted lips as he dove into the inferno with his Bowen and gave them both what they needed.

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"Artorias" | "Carpathian"