My Pirate Treasure

Despite the feral, frantic states both he and Bowen were in, Artorias remained cognizant throughout the entire act of mating his sister like they were wild animals. Every impassioned cry he was able to pull from her was met with an equally urgent response from the dire brute, whose groans and grunts and snarls of pleasure and lust blended with hers in the stillness of the empty ship. Their call and response of passion to one another became a lustful chorus that echoed around the captain's chambers and no doubt the rest of the cavern beyond. He didn't care though. Artorias wanted the world to hear him as he fucked Bowen absolutely silly. He wanted everyone to hear him claim her and know that Bowen Carpathius belonged to him. He didn't care about her other lover, the one she claimed as her first in her heart. Haiku would never have her the way he had her. He was the alpha male here, and Bowen was his for all time.

During their frenetic coupling, Bowen had challenged him to prove that she belonged to him. Artorias responded by squeezing his jaws tighter around the back of Bowen's neck. His little caramel and cream sister then became the first wolf to be subjected to his mutated teeth and jaws, the sharper points breaking through tender skin easily as stronger jaws squeezed the flesh and fur in his mouth. Had his weight not been pinning Bowen to the table, the force of his pistoning hips surely would have slid her back and forth. Art's claws tore up the old map and scratched deep grooves into the wooden table, forever marking it in their lecherous fit. His other paw around her waist and hip did the same, raking through silky fur to grab and grope at whatever parts of her he could reach, leaving trailing marks around her body wherever he gripped his lover. Artorias had never fully let himself go on anyone before, far too afraid to hurt them, but Bowen had pushed him past the point of no return. The leash had been taken off, and now he was that frenzied wolf that had nearly killed a fae back on Fenmyre. There was no doubt that if he had followed Chimera's suggestion and fucked the slave that night in the autumn, this would have been what he was like. Now Bowen got to endure and enjoy everything the Carpathian alpha had to release on her.

With Bowen being so small, it was easy for him to smother her with his massive frame, leaving no parts of her untouched—inside and out. He paid close attention to the movements and actions that got the best sounds and reactions from her, which tricks pushed her over the edge and made her come undone with screams of ecstasy, committing them to memory and focusing on them as he virtually used Bowen for his own pleasure. At some point she began to tell him all the sordid tales of debased acts that her captain and his brother had done to her when she had been their slave. The stories pricked the dark brute's obsidian ears, pupils shrinking to pinpricks while he snarled in response—not in anger, but in competitive lust. He knew of Bowen's time with the pirates. She'd told him bits and pieces of what she'd endured, but never in such detail like this. It incensed the brute and made him want to outperform those wolves that had left the lasting memories in his sister's mind. He wanted her to remember him every time she thought of a ship and the captain's quarters, and he would work hard to make it so.

Bowen's heated words poured gasoline onto the fire in his belly, and Artorias responded by shifting his jaws to grasp the little russet fae by the base of her skull, right where her neck and head met. He forced her head down to the table, pinning her solidly while he had his way with her. Pink tongue rolled slowly against her flesh in his jaws, savoring the taste of her skin while amber eyes glazed over and rolled back into his head, deep, muffled groans slipping from the alpha's mouth as he pushed himself over the edge with Bowen clutched tight in his grasp. When he hit his peak for the first time that night, Artorias wrapped his free foreleg around Bowen's chest, digging his claws into her while he clutched her around her front and by her waist, keeping her body pulled tight as his body roiled and quivered in the highest form of pleasure and passion. Growls and groans of pleasure and satisfaction were muffled by her scruff in his maw, but it did little to stop the enraptured brute from releasing them for his audibly fixated lover.

When the moment had passed and Artorias began to recover, he gradually released Bowen's neck from his grasp, breathing hard and panting for breath. He was far from done with her thought. The room still flooded with her pheromone-laced scent and the primal needs still clenching hard in his gut, Art slid himself off of Bowen's back—and then snatched her featherweight body by the back of her neck and dragged her off of the table, carrying her the way a parent would carry a naughty pup with legs dangling and dragging on the wooden floors. He carried Bowen over to the canopy bed and threw her across the mattress, barely giving her body a chance to settle before he was climbing up onto the bed with her. The dire brute stalked her like a predator, ravenous eyes devouring Bowen's form and everything he'd done to it so far. Oh, but he was far, far from finished with her... Climbing over top of his svelte sister, Artorias rolled Bowen easily to her back and pressed a large paw to her slender throat, holding her down to the mattress like that while he ate up the sight of her beneath him. He growled and bared his teeth, pearly fangs spattered red with stains of her blood where he'd bitten her.

Artorias squeezed his paw, his pads wrapped around Bowen's windpipe to restrict her breathing while sharp claws dug into her throat with dangerous pricks, not enough to cut off her lovely sounds of lustful words, but definitely enough to make it more difficult to breathe. When he'd brutalized the slave on Fenmyre, one of the things he'd done was choke her to the point of passing out, watching her squirm and fight when he lost control, and now he wanted to see Bowen do it for him too. His other paw pressed to her chest, then slid slowly down every curve of her body, trailing her feminine form with claws dragging along her delicate skin. This was all his. She was all his. Every inch of warm skin, lean muscle, and soft fur he touched was his. And he wanted to feel her wrapped around all of him again. He thought back on those pirates again, what they did to her, and what he was going to do to her now. "However they had you before, it'll be nothing compared to what I'm about to do to you," Artorias growled down at Bowen, fiery eyes ablaze with a manic fire of untempered raw passion and desire. He grinned as he watched her, squeezing his paw tighter around her throat while the other drifted lower until he reached his destination between her thighs. He was feeling over every part of her, claiming her with his touch. "No wolf will ever compare again. Not your captain. Not his brother. Not Haiku." Artorias craned his neck down to roll his tongue in a languid lick from beneath Bowen's chin up over her lips and nose, whispering in husky breaths against her mouth, "Imi apartii, Little Bird..."

The dire brute released his grip around the diminutive fae's neck just enough for her to swallow a few breaths while he repositioned his hips behind hers, sliding his paw away from between her legs to hook around one shapely hip. With claws biting into the cushy flesh of her rump, Artorias slammed himself within her with a strong buck of his hips. Hisses of pleasure slipped from between gritted fangs, interwoven between snarls of feral lust. "Tell me what they did. Call me what you would call them." He began to pull Bowen into his motions, working her body against his rolling hips as he manhandled her. He was not gentle with her. He was not careful with her. All the brute could think of was pounding his Bowen silly and outperforming the pirates that had turned her into such a ravenous and skilled lover. He would secure himself as the best lover she had ever had, and they wouldn't be leaving this ship until he was sure he had done just that.

"Artorias" | "Carpathian"