My Pirate Treasure

Times like these when it was just the two of them, those were the times that Bowen looked forward to. As they made their way to the cavern, the woman stole little affections here and there. More than once she was ready to just throw Artorias down in the grass and have her way with him. She refrained, however, opting to hold off until they reached their destination. It was a little habit of theirs to christen the places that they explored together in one way or another. She definitely planned to christen their next destination.

Artorias had chosen the place that they would explore and Bowen didn't argue. She was more than happy to follow him anywhere. The place that he spoke of was some great ship and Bo wondered how it would compare to the ship that she served on not all that long ago. It still amazed her just how much had happened in her short life. I the grand scheme of things, she hadn't been back in the world that long. That made her time with Artorias all the more precious to the russet and cream woman.

When they arrived at the cavern, the scent of pack was in the air, but it wasn't thick and it wasn't fresh. Bowen wondered if anyone actually lived there at all. Art's words made her think differently, however. She gave a small hmm and stepped close, sliding her cheek across his shoulder. "If they are, they should learn a thing or two about border marking." With that, both of the continued into the cave, being quiet, lest they be discovered. An easy feat for Bowen. Not as easy for a big lug like Artorias, but he did well.

Art's words met caramel ears which instantly slicked backwards a bit. It was a simple enough question outright, but she knew what lay underneath. The real question. "I've been getting by," she spoke softly. Many days and nights were spent pressed beneath Haiku's big, chocolate form. His stamina couldn't keep up with her heated libido, however. No ones could. There was always that itch just beneath her skin and being in heat only made it worse. It was difficult to even leave her room. She was the one that had to deal with her problems. No one else could even understand them. How could she make someone understand that, some days her heat was so bad, that she was ready to sleep with anyone that crossed her path? The woman had experienced lecherous thoughts about all manner of Hallows wolves. Sota, Briar, Kane, Emile... Then she just hightailed it back to her room before her hormones talked her into seducing them.

Heat filled Bowen's cheeks and stomach as the thoughts of ravaging her packmates entered her mind once again. Biting her tender lower lip, she shook her head and pushed the thoughts away. As she fought to focus on anything else other than her thoughts, she noticed the glowing crystals that had begun to form on the walls. An ear swiveled towards Art as he spoke, her eyes still on the crystals. "Let's keep going then." Pulling away from him, the little explorer moved ahead into the cave. The crystals became more prevalent with each step.

"Bowen" | "Carpathian"