What We’ve Dreamed Of

Of course, Artorias already knew exactly how he was going to show Briar his gratitude for not only finding his long-lost sword, but for improving it beyond even his wildest dreams. Lascivious fantasies played in his mind of everything he'd do to show her just how thankful he was for all she'd done for him and to give her a proper welcome to her new home and her new role as queen. He'd intentionally made sure that Briar would be the first and only wolf he brought into the alphas' bedchambers. This was their space, their sanctuary, meant for their love and passions alone. Briar gave a teasing hum while she pretended to think of ways he could thank her, grinning with that lustful smile all the while. She told him she was sure he could think of many ways to thank her, and sure enough, he was already on it. The seductive purr in her lyrics made Artorias' core clench with need, her heat scent driving him wild and practically making him salivate over her. Briar smelled delicious and positively intoxicating, inviting him in while her pheromones triggered primal parts of his brain previously untapped before. Now that they were both of age, it had become a simple equation of an in-season fae tempting a mature brute to breed with her, and that was exactly what Art intended to do.

Artorias received Briar's deep, passionate kiss with a sharp inhale, pressing back with the same heated need as their mouths crushed together and he tasted her on his tongue once more. This kiss didn't last as long as the previous one had however, both wolves far too eager and ready to move on to the actual mating. Artorias took a soft gasp of breath when their lips parted again, feeling the fire rising within his belly and groin while he gazed into Briar's heavy-lidded bedroom eyes with a lustful look all his own. Briar shot him a wicked, smoldering look before turning towards the large bed they'd share together for the rest of their lives, heading towards it—but suddenly pausing after a few strides to remove the ribbon that held her braided tail up. Artorias gave a curious tilt of his head, then felt his eyes go wide when he saw the luxurious cascade of silky fur that Briar's tail had become tumble out of the braid and across the floor. The young alpha's mouth hung open as he gazed at the change his beautiful queen had gone through, admiring her tail from where he stood in stupefied awe. Briar shook it out, amber eyes watching the way that soft fur tousled about while she let her tail down, revealing all of herself to him for the first time since her tail had grown out. Briar had always been the most beautiful wolf he'd ever laid eyes on, but with this strange yet incredible evolution, she looked even more like a living, breathing goddess come to their world.

Once Briar had finished combing out all of her silken tail fur, Artorias watched while she sauntered over to the bed, hypnotized by the way her hips swayed to and fro with exaggerated sultry movements, her waterfall of a tail flowing like the rarest of fabrics behind her. It took Artorias several long moments before his brain clicked back into action, the aroused and stunned brute regaining control of himself while he stumbled his way over to the bed after her like an eager puppy. With one strong leap, Artorias joined Briar on their bed, plush mattress and soft silks and linens shifting about beneath his paws while he climbed over her. The Aegis devoured his queen with his eyes, his lust-burning gaze gliding down her nubile form and over every subtle dip and distinct curve of her feminine shape. She truly was the sexiest wolf alive and he was the luckiest brute to be able to call her his. With his body over top of hers, Briar's heat scent was surrounding him like a heady perfume, making parts of him tense and an urgent need clench in his belly in ways he'd never felt before. He'd had sex with Briar often enough now that the sensations were pretty recognizable, but this was something wholly different. The need Artorias felt for the Fatalis queen was so much stronger and impossible to ignore, like it was a part of his very being, coded in his own DNA. He had to have her!

"Your tail..." he began, his words spoken in husky whispers beneath hot breaths. A large azure paw slid down to caress her silken fur, marveling at how soft and long it was! "It's amazing. Gods, you're so beautiful, Briar." Dipping his muzzle down to hers once more, Artorias kissed Briar deeply, slipping his tongue into her maw to let her taste the desperate need he was craving to satisfy with her. While they made out, Artorias' paw slipped leisurely through her draping tail until he found her hip, roaming it slowly over her hip and down her thigh until he felt the part of her he'd been seeking. Artorias only broke their kissing when he felt Briar cry out against his lips, drawing back just enough to watch those first traces of pleasure dance over her expression. "I'm gonna show you just how much I love you and how thankful I am for you..." His words were spoken with a husky growl to them, and with a flash of a sly grin, Artorias lowered his muzzle to kiss and nibble at the side of Briar's neck. If she showed him no resistance, he would proceed across her throat, moving slowly down her lithe, supple body, covering every inch of her with his mouth in either kisses, licks, or nibbles, arriving at her chest moments later. All the while his paw continued to work her over, bringing her constant pleasure to keep her making those sounds he loved and squirming on the bed beneath him.

"Artorias Carpathius"