What We’ve Dreamed Of

The sounds that Briar made while they made out and he pleasured her were like a perfect chorus of ecstasy, and Artorias reveled in being able to coax those noises from her. Every moan, every gasp, every soft breathy sound that fell from her lips made his heart beat faster and faster, pumping fire and adrenaline through his veins. His nerves felt electrified, energized by their close contact and the way the pheromones spilling from her set off some instinctive chemical reaction in his brain. He needed Briar in this moment. Not wanted—needed. Needed her the way he needed air, food, water. She was a requirement for his survival, a necessity to stay alive. And every cry of pleasure she uttered made the young alpha more and more hungry for his queen. By now, the Carpathian brute was ravenous.

Artorias watched the way Briar's body writhed and danced beneath his on the bed while his paw worked her over, loving the way her hips squirmed and back arched for him, enjoying how her paws flexed and gripped at his scruff so her sharp feline claws could grab ahold of his skin. He'd never seen Briar in such a heightened state of sensitivity, but if this was what her heat season was doing to her, then he was going to have a ton of fun taking advantage of that and loving her senseless all season long. Still grinning at his own delight to her enjoyment, Artorias continued his way down her body with a constant trail of kisses, licks, and nibbles to her fur and skin. She was so soft, so warm, so perfectly Briar. Her natural scent flooded his nose; vanilla and florals took over his sense of smell. As he made his way down her slim body, Artorias felt one of Briar's paws slide up to rest on top of his head, urging him downward with gentle pressure. He shot a salacious grin back up at his girlfriend from halfway down her body, amber eyes ablaze with desire while he enjoyed how eager and needy she was for him.

Making sure she was watching, Artorias made a display of pressing his tongue flat to Briar's taut stomach and ever so slowly dragging it down through her coat and against her warm skin until he'd reached her waist—then paused just an inch or two above where she wanted him to be. Artorias took his time, letting his lips spread love across Briar's waist from hip to hip, then over the insides of her thighs, all the while making slow, precise motions with his paw against her most sensitive spots he'd come to know so well. Quiet growls and rumbles of adoration continued to escape the young brute while he loved his fae, trying to work her up into a frenzy before he gave her the relief she so desperately craved. Her scent was overwhelming him now from his position between her hind legs, and when he gazed back up at her with lust-glazed eyes, there would be no doubt that he was about to give in.

And give in he did, as Artorias leisurely withdrew his paw from Briar, then looped his forelegs around her waist and finally brought his muzzle down until he tasted her on his tongue. Artorias worked Briar over with his tongue in the ways he knew she loved, not stopping for even a moment until he was done satisfying his beloved's every single need, no matter how blissfully long it took.

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"Artorias Carpathius"