When The Party's Over

Artorias could never have any idea just what sort of things were going on inside Duchess' mind. He would never know the depths of the trauma she had experienced and suffered through, never know the intensity of her pain and longing. He would never know about the string of men that had led her to this point—one of them ironically his own sociopathic adoptive brother—nor what she had done for them or to them to feel a bit of life. All he knew was that she was hurting, and this seemed to help. He wanted to help her, his innate drive to protect and shelter keeping him from tossing her aside and leaving, but he could not bring himself to push too far and betray Briar and Bowen, no matter how difficult Duchess made it. And by the gods, did she make it difficult! Feeling the svelte fae's soft lips against his own, her voluptuous body curling into his where she clung to him, it was having a natural effect on the young brute who'd just come of age. It was pleasurable, and he let her know as such with gentle rumbling growls of delight while they kissed.

While Artorias was still grappling with combating his body's urges with his heart and mind's loyalties, he felt the gentle pressure of Duchess' lips part his own, and then he tasted her once more. Low groans escaped the massive brute when her tongue slipped into his maw, kissing her back with that heated desire. Desire that she stoked in him. Desire that he could not give in to, no matter how hard she made it—amongst other parts of himself. Duchess pulled him with her forelegs, turning their bodies so he was now above her, with his larger frame bearing down on hers. It did give him significantly more control over their actions, but it also put him in the precarious position of not being able to move much either while Duchess pushed her hips into his belly, just above where she was starting to stir his desire into physical form. A shiver made his fur bristle, her moans into his mouth almost making his will unravel there and then. A large azure forepaw moved down to cup one of Duchess' shapely hips, tickling his claws against the skin where he held her while she moved and ground herself against him in a silent warning. A little lower and she'd find exactly what she was doing to him and put them both in hot water.

Fortunately, he didn't have to think about pushing her away, as Duchess stopped her teasing one blissful and painful moment later. Their mouths broke apart, a single silvery stand of saliva still connecting them while Artorias gasped for breath, meeting Duchess' heated, lustful stare with a pained expression of his own. Did she know what she was doing to him? She had to, right? Artorias watched with bewildered eyes while Duchess expertly extracted herself from beneath him, sliding gracefully away before shooting him a smirk and heading deeper into the cave system to explore. Artorias followed her movements with his eyes, knowing that he could leave now and he'd be free to return home, to forget Duchess and likely never see her again. But that wasn't what he did. Artorias instead stood back up, trying to ignore the physical effects Duchess had on his body while he followed after her, moving deeper into the back of the cave. He didn't know if the violet fae's intentions for him were more exploring or if she had more on her mind, but there was only one way to find out now.

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