I Swear to Drunk I'm Not God

If Bowen was fire, then Artorias was her accelerant. Every look, every breath, ever ghosting touch and hard caress sent the woman higher and higher until she feared that she would climax just from foreplay alone. Bowen was wound so tightly that she feared tears might spring to her viridian eyes before Artorias had even touched her again. There was no greater need in the world than her need for him at that very moment. She wanted bodies and hearts to meld and never be parted for as long as they were able to manage. For today, for eternity, for always.

Artorias had promised not once, but twice that they were the only ones and that he didn't have to pretend. For now it was just them. That would change, but for now it was the purest truth. Let the rest of the world burn while they were locked away in one another's embrace. Artorias was all that mattered here and now and she wanted to show him in every way that she could just how much he meant to her. It wasn't just because they were blood. It was because Artorias was her heart.

As she lay back on the bed, his pained whine of longing met her ears, nearly driving her into a frenzy. Audibly focused, every whine, every breath, every growl and moan and purr was a symphony composed for her alone. Artorias wasted no time in coming to her, sliding his well muscled form across her lean frame. Instinctively, her body shifted, making room where it was needed while her forelegs instantly wrapped around his neck. Their lips crashed together and Bowen cried out into that kiss, belaying the fierce need within her, the hole that only he could fill, the fire that only he could quench. Claws raked through her lover's fur with an urgent need and she slid her lower body against his, letting him know exactly what she wanted and that she wanted it now.

Strong paws hooked beneath the russet and fawn woman's rump and she released a breathy moan into her lover's maw. Her eyes were filled with green fire as he drew back and... tapped her nose with his own. The unexpected shift in mood drew a sudden laugh from Bowen, her eyes crinkling in the corners as tears filled their depths. Gods... how she loved this man. His sweet words met russet ears and she leaned her forehead against his. "I love you too," she swore. And then he made them one, just like they both wanted and needed.

Together, the pair achieved new heights of pleasure, opening their bodies and hearts up to one another in a manner that they never had before. It was exhilarating. It was breathtaking. It was dangerous. Dangerous to know that he was the best lover that she'd ever had. It was heartbreaking in the same respect. She tried not to think about that, however. This time was for them and not for the ghosts that would undoubtedly haunt her tomorrow.

"Bowen" | "Carpathian"