To The Victor, The Spoils

Irilyth surprised him when she rolled to press herself into him again, the feeling of her muzzle running up through the fur on his neck making a little, delighted shiver run down his spine. He glanced down at her with curiosity and confusion as she spoke with enticing, purred words once again while he enjoyed the feeling of her nibbling lightly at his skin. Her offer to be his teacher felt too good to be true, but then she topped it off with her tail tracing over his hip and side as she got up to come around and face him, his golden eyes following the sway of her hips as if he was entranced. It took a lot to fully break down the act he tended to play, but she had found a way to catch him so off guard that there was no way for him to put any sort of wall back in place. It seemed like temptation of lust was his kryptonite and his baser desires over rode pretty much anything else.

His gaze was broken away from her hips when a pale paw cupped his chin, turning his eyes up to meet hers. Again he was dumbfounded how what he had done was considered sweet and gentle enough to be noteworthy as she informed him that because he had been so nice she was going to give him a hands on lesson for everything he would ever need to know. If things like asking her name, asking what she liked, and just holding her gently had gotten him all of this then how terribly had she been treated by males before? His face flushed a bit as her magenta gaze trailed down over his form and he wondered to himself how he stacked up to all of the other brutes she had seen before. He had never really had a reason to think about his looks before, but he was suddenly being confronted with a lot of things that he had never had to consider or think about before all at once.

His face flushed even hotter as Irilyth asked him if he had even been kissed. "No, I haven't..." he admitted somewhat reluctantly. He honestly wasn't even sure what age wolves started doing those sorts of things. He hadn't grown up with a mother, his father had never been around, he had mostly raised himself and by the time his father's pack fell and he moved to Auster and landed in Fenmyre he had been over a year old and probably more mature than most. It seemed that Irilyth was going to waste no time at all in getting their lessons started though since no sooner than he had answered her did she hold his head between her delicate paws and guide his muzzle to hers.

He made a soft noise of surprise as she kissed him for the first time, but by the third or fourth gentle kiss he had acclimated to the rush of warmth through his system and that feeling of a spring being wound in his core and was able to return those soft, experimental kisses with some of his own. Those softer kisses quickly escalated as Irilyth pressed a deeper, firmer kiss to his lips, making his eyes drift closed as he sank into that feeling, his heart beating harder in his chest while he followed her lead and allowed his lips to be parted by hers and tasting her tongue against his for the first time. A quiet groan escaped him while his tongue tested the waters a bit and stroked back across hers. Without really thinking about it and following his instincts, Ciná's paw lifted to rest on the back of her head, keeping her from pulling back as he continued to make out with her.

Cináed