My Pirate Treasure

Bowen's verdant gaze was wild as she begged Artorias to take her to places where they'd never been together. She wanted to show him what she liked and indulge in her secretive bedroom habits. These were things that she could never ask of Haiku. The man was so sweet. A good lover, but too caring for the acts that Bowen had in mind. She doubted that he could bring her the pain that she desired, but she knew that Artorias could. She knew that he would. There was very little that Artorias would deny her, and none of those things took place in the bedroom.

After she'd bitten into him, coming away with his blood on her pale pink lips and tongue, there was a feverish look in the fae's eyes. Her actions had succeeded in riling her brother up. The sudden shift from languid lover to enraged, sexual beast was intense for both of them. The same wildness that was in Bowen's gaze had taken hold of the golden eyes of Artorias. It did things to her that Bowen hadn't felt in a long, long while. Her insides turned into molten lava and her maw parted as a shuddering gasp pulled from her. The woman was frantic with need and every second that he wasn't touching her was heightening that feeling. By the time he was stalking towards her, an involuntary whine was pulling from Bowen's throat.

Like a feather, Artorias snatched the small woman up, slamming her down on a nearby table. The giant man pressed his weight down upon her, eliciting a small whine from the caramel and cream lady before claiming her mouth with his own. Small paws shot up to quickly wrap around his neck, pulling his mouth more tightly against her own. When his paw grabbed her ass and pulled her against him, Bowen gasped into their kiss, the anticipation of their joining almost enough to make her scream. Her tail lashed back and forth between his legs and she willed him to sink home, but he denied her.

The denial incensed Bowen and she was prepared to sink her teeth into him again when he threw her onto her stomach like a ragdoll. The rust and snow fae gasped as some of the wind was knocked out of her, but she practically hissed with pleasure when his hips pressed into hers again. "Do it," she growled, helping him move her tail out of the way so he would be unobstructed. A mighty paw slammed down onto the table beside her, slicing through the old map and the wood beneath and Bowen could feel her heartbeat thrum all through her body, collecting and thumping hard in her heated lower bits. The things that he was doing to her... Did he even realize?

Artorias brought his maw close to her ear, giving her a nip. She fought to press her hips back into his, but his wide chest held her firmly against the table. She was completely at his mercy and knowing that thrilled her even more. He owned her at this moment. There was nothing that she could do unless he allowed her to do it. Artorias had complete power over her body and the pleasure that he could bring or deny. Again, Bowen was close to screaming. Being in heat made everything so much more intense and her need for him was pushing her into manic territory.

And then his teeth were lodged in her flesh while he slammed home and Bowen finally did scream, her voice breaking as the pain and pleasure melded into one. It was excruciating and exquisite all at once. The woman pressed her trapped neck against her lover's teeth, wanting every ounce of abuse that only he could give to her. Only Artorias would ever see her like this. He had spoken to her right before delivering her first taste of ecstasy and Bowen hadn't had time to process his words at that moment. Now that she had acclimated to his movements, she was able to respond, though her voice was broken as the weight atop of her pushed air out of her lungs. "Dovedește-o" she challenged him with a growl, hoping to push him to greater lengths of depravity. Tonight, she was his toy. Anything that he wanted to do to her, he was free to do. He could use her just like the slave that she had been not so long ago.

"The captain and his brother," Bowen spoke with a moan, her body trapped completely beneath his, "They used to take turns." The woman's body was on fire. Her claws dug roughly into the table beneath her and her body quivered as she came close to her first, but definitely not her last, wash of pleasure. "In the captains chamber, just like this." Bowen called out as a particularly sensitive area was given attention. "They used to call me Little Bird," she spoke through a gasp as her body passed that threshold of pleasure for the first time that evening. Telling Artorias the sordid details of the torture and abuse she'd been subject to felt so dirty, so... taboo... It felt amazing.

---Uh...Fade?---

"Bowen" | "Carpathian"