When The Party's Over

Artorias was caught between the nagging voice in the back of his mind and that instinctual desire of a young virile brute wanting to take full advantage of the willing nubile fae coming on to him hot and heavy. With her mouth against his, the signs she'd been giving him became much more understandable to him. What he'd been dismissing as simply her behavior or being outwardly friendly turned out to be much more salacious desires on her behalf. He felt a flush of warmth cross his cheeks when he realized how silly he'd been, but it was far too late for that now. Duchess showed no hesitation in her advances, and the azure brute was left wondering what it was about him that had captured her attention, from the maze of bamboo all the way to now. How long had she been planning this? Desiring this?

The only sound in the quiet cave was their heavier breathing while they kissed, the undertones of white noise from the waterfall in the distance barely noted above their own primal sounds now. Duchess pressed deeper into him, and then Artorias tasted Duchess' tongue against his own. Fire burst in his belly and that familiar tension grew stronger. Duchess' petite paws slid languidly up around his chest and shoulders, coaxing him into her, begging him to give in to her desires. Artorias groaned quietly into her mouth, his tongue dipping into her maw while his body pressed closer into hers while he slid to his belly so their muzzles didn't break apart with their size difference. He wanted to tell her to wait, to tell her he couldn't, but his mouth was a bit occupied and his body refused to push her away. Fiery eyes screwed shut while he grappled with himself, all while unwittingly giving Duchess exactly what she wanted from him.

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