I Swear to Drunk I'm Not God

Oh, if only Artorias had known burning alive could feel so good! The pleasure and passion and love the two Carpathian wolves shared between themselves was so incredibly powerful and raw, unlocking all new sensations to the young brute wrapped up in the arms and legs of his lover. Bowen was incredible! Her sounds, her taste, her scent, the way she wrapped her long limber forelegs around his neck, those adorable faces she made while the two of them rode mountainous highs of ecstasy toward inevitable peaks and plateaus... it was almost all too much for him to handle! Dark seas of azure and obsidian brushed and mingled over fields of ivory and auburn with every roll of hips and slide of bodies against one another. Their breathy sounds and cries the only other noises in the room besides the snapping of burning wood. In the dying firelight, Bowen seemed to glow, emerald eyes alight with verdant flames. No matter how muddled his mind may have been, Artorias would never forget the way Bowen looked tonight, the vision of her beneath him in the deepest throes of pleasure forever seared into his memory.

Knowing how much of an auditory creature she was, Artorias held nothing back. Thanks to the wine removing any inhibitions and sense of modesty, the Aegis was free with his cries and moans, frequently burying his muzzle into the crook of Bowen's neck to drink in her scent and muffle some growls and grunts, then nuzzling up to her ear as he panted and gasped. Bowen was so good to him, he wanted to be as good back to her and make sure he was giving her all the pleasure he possibly could. When the two lovers did eventually reach their climaxes, Artorias saw stars, vision swimming from the sudden head rush of dopamine mixed with the residual effects of the alcohol while he moaned out his lover's name from between clenched jaws. He had to grit his teeth to keep from howling and waking up the entire castle, instead biting down on the pillows beside Bowen's head to muffle the series of noises that followed.

Artorias collapsed to his side with Bowen still wound up in his arms, not ready to let her go from his embrace just yet. He panted hard for air, eyes closed behind heavy lids and a wide, pleasure-dumb grin on his face. For a while he just lay there with Bowen, holding her close, an idle paw running slowly up and down along her back, listening to their labored breathing. When Artorias did blink open hazy amber eyes, he immediately found Bowen's, seeing the true depths of her love contained within those precious gemstones. His heart skipped beats like it never needed them. Their lovemaking had been... Artorias didn't have the words to describe it. He felt a whole new connection to Bowen, stronger than ever before. The two Carpathians had opened their hearts and souls and bore them to one another as they united their bodies. The experience had been like none he'd ever felt before. It was devastatingly amazing, invigorating, intoxicating, addicting. It was perfect—just as she was.

Perhaps it was the wine keeping his worries at bay, and perhaps that was for the best. Artorias was blissfully unaware of the inner turmoil secretly brewing in Bowen's mind. To him, all he could think about was how to love her wholly, completely, to unravel her mind with all the bliss and ecstasy she deserved and how damn good it felt. He thankfully hadn't felt too drunk to perform, and even now he just felt energized from his sister's presence. Silently, the dire brute hoped she didn't plan to go back to her room now. He wanted her to stay, wanted to keep her held close and continue to love her silly through the rest of the night. Amber eyes shown with a searing love so strong it was nearly painful. A large blue paw snaked its way lazily up Bowen's side and neck to cup her cheek with rough paw pads, admiring her like one would admire a masterful piece of art.

"Te iubesc, Bowen," Artorias whispered between happy, satisfied sighs, reciting the words that had become a mantra to him. Never would he tire of uttering those words. "You're so incredible." A small crooked smile crept across his dopey, deeply pleasured expression, simply basking in the afterglow of their love and lust with her.

"Artorias" | "Carpathian"