Mile High Club

The loving smile on Artorias' face stretched wider while he hummed in agreement to Briar's statement of looking forward to the day she moved to the Hallows. "Me too, Briar." He leaned himself into her nuzzle, happily accepting all of her signs of affection as she freely gave them. It was so easy for him to fall back into his rhythms with Briar, as if they had never been apart. Having her with him, in his life, a part of his world, it all just felt so natural and further convinced the young wolf that they had always been meant to be together. Briar's little kisses and nibbles slowly pulled his thoughts away from his romantic ideals and into far more salacious territory however. Amber eyes drifted closed and low murrs of delight rumbled in the dire brute's chest while she kissed and nibbled along his neck, leaving pleasant little tingles wherever her lips and teeth delicately touched his skin. It felt lovely, and Artorias was gradually melting for her more and more.

That is, until he felt the silky swish of Briar's tail pass over his thighs, and then between them to find some less than soft parts of him. A gasp came as a sharp inhale of air from the sudden touch, Artorias' body tensing as if he'd just been zapped by electricity. Those golden eyes flicked open just in time to catch her leaning into him again from his peripheral vision, her seductive purr making his pulse quicken in his veins while warm lips began trailing kisses down his throat. The Aegis' breath hitched, catching in the throat her lips were kissing down and gentle fangs grooming through fur to graze the skin on his neck. Tingles of electricity raced across his nerve endings, sending small tremors of delight throughout his entire body from ears to tail, which was now lazily wagging behind him.

Artorias didn't resist, offering the most vulnerable part of himself to her, so great was his trust and love in her. Briar rewarded him by bringing her muzzle up to once again catch his mouth with her own, kissing him with a deep passion and desire. The Carpathian brute responded in kind, eyes vanishing behind obsidian lids as a soft sigh escaped him. He kissed Briar back as deeply and lovingly, letting the fire that burned eternally within his body and soul for her consume him in an unstoppable inferno of lust and love. Once more, Briar's tail began its bewitching teasing of his most sensitive parts, making the young brute quiver with need while he gently parted her lips with his own to slip his tongue into her maw, tasting the familiar flavor of Briar with a muffled groan. Time seemed to stop for them—or perhaps it was going faster now that it meant nothing since he had her with him. It might not have been for forever just yet, but that wasn't going to stop Artorias from loving her as if it was.

When their mouths did finally part, Artorias gasped for breath as well, only now realizing that his lungs had been aching for air, just as the intimate parts of him had begun aching from the teasing stimulation she'd been providing him throughout their kissing. Fire-toned eyes opened to see the most beautiful pair of turquoise eyes in the universe gazing at him with a needy, lustful look that said all that needed to be said. A grin matching hers split Artorias' face from ear to ear, and he pushed his snout against hers in a nuzzle when she asked him to give her a taste of what was going to be hers forever. "It would be my pleasure, beautiful," he replied in rumbling baritone lyrics. Keeping his muzzle lost in Briar's fur, Artorias began the slow drag of his snout down Briar's body, starting at her neck and working his way leisurely down her slender, supple body. He followed every subtle and obvious curve to her feminine shape, pausing only long enough to nibble at her skin as he went until he reached where her tail met her body and he found exactly what he'd been seeking, letting his tongue slip out to sweep across Briar's lowest reaches a couple of times just for fun and to tease her a little more.

With a sly gleam in his eyes and a Cheshire Cat grin on his lips, Artorias shot Briar a smoldering look while he mounted her, careful not to cause any discomfort while he shifted his weight atop of her so they were both comfortable and to make sure he wasn't getting poked in the face by her antlers. He hooked strong forelegs around her hips and leaned his muzzle down to brush his cheek against the side of hers from behind, a roguish smirk playing on his lips while he lifted his muzzle to nip and tease her ear. "I love you, Briar," he spoke in his rough, husky whisper. Then he pressed his hips to hers and sank into her, making their bodies as one once more. The gasp that slipped from Artorias' lips was primal and euphoric while they built a smooth rhythm of practiced, needy motions of their bodies, bathed in the sunlight that had been absent from the world for too long and surrounded by the breathtaking views of Auster that she loved.

"Artorias Carpathius"