When The Party's Over

It was quite humorous to Artorias to watch Duchess paddling about while his own long legs were still touching the soft silty floor of the pool. Eventually, he waded deep enough that he had to swim after her, using smooth strong strokes of his powerful body to keep after her, moving almost like he were born for the water. Swimming had always been one of his favorite activities and it showed in his practiced movements. Artorias followed Duchess behind the falls, the water cascading over his head and drenching him for a moment before he emerged in the hidden grotto behind the falls. Powerful forelimbs hoisted himself out of the calmer waters and he shook himself mostly dry with vigorous shimmies and shakes of his form. He saw Duchess' half-lidded gaze and smile while she led him into the secret cave, following behind her with curiosity in his eyes.

Once more, Artorias was struck by the sheer seclusion the cave offered. Other than the gentle whooshing of the waterfall behind them and their own breathing, it was totally silent. He'd been to the sugar caves here with Bowen before, and he wondered if this cave held the same properties that one did. As if she were reading his mind, Duchess brought his attention to the point stalagmites rising from the cavern floor, explaining how they were sweet like sugar. Artorias watched with rapt attention while Duchess then leaned in to run her tongue and mouth over the tapered tip of the stalagmite, his breathing catching and eyes widening while he observed the suggestive display. For a brief moment, Artorias wondered if perhaps he'd given Duchess far too much benefit of the doubt, until his mind was wiped blank by the little purple fae hooking her foreleg around his to bring him down to her and guide his muzzle to her own.

Artorias gave a muffled sound of surprise when Duchess' mouth claimed his. Gold-flecked eyes went huge with shock and his whole body tensed like he'd been electrocuted, but the young brute was too stunned to do anything. Not pull away, not resist, not try to stop her. His mind was still reeling with trying to grasp that this wolf he'd met only a few hours ago was allowing him to taste the sugary sweet water on her lips—along with her own flavor. A tension grew in his belly, an instinctive and natural reaction to the sultry fae's advances, but in the back of his mind he knew he should have been resisting. He should have been calling her name to get her to stop. He should have been letting Duchess down as gently as he could, but he was too shellshocked to do much else besides let her guide his mouth against hers, his body responding instinctively to her.

"Artorias Carpathius" | "Carpathian" | "Corbin" | "Argent"