Love Like Wildfire

There were so many aspects about their relationship that Artorias adored. He loved their candid comfort and lighthearted banter. He loved how easy it was for him to relax and just be himself around Briar. But most of all, he loved how well they meshed together in all ways to make this sort of relationship possible from the start. He loved everything about Briar, from her mannerisms and personality, to her beauty and charm, and oh so much more. Right now, he was especially loving these reactions he was able to pull from her, coaxing pleased murrs, breathy gasps, and little tremors running through her body from head to tail. He loved knowing he had the ability to make his love react in such a way with just the barest of touches or the simplest actions. It made him feel powerful, masculine, sexy, desirable to her. Briar shot him a sly grin that did nothing to hide the lecherous intentions she held behind those gorgeous turquoise eyes, making Art's heart miss a beat and other parts of his anatomy respond in kind.

Briar responded that she'd like nothing more than for him to take her right here in these woods, enticing Artorias further with his queen's newfound kink of taking advantage of isolated yet open areas. The naughtiness of it thrilled the young brute, and he loved indulging in anything that Briar enjoyed and got her off. He didn't get to respond, however, as Briar quickly followed up her sultry words with another heated kiss of her own, pressing her mouth deeper into his until he tasted her tongue against his with a low murr of delight. Artorias kissed Briar back with all the fervent passion she gave him, amber eyes disappearing behind obsidian lids for a brief period until their mouths parted again, leaving Artorias slightly breathless and with that aching heat tightening in his core and a tensing growing between his legs. Between Briar's actions, words, and natural perfume, Artorias was very quickly losing himself to the lust threatening to overwhelm him and just take Briar and have his way with her.

Artorias gazed at the love of his life through heavy-lidded eyes, a dopey, lustful grin plastered on his face while he lost himself in her smoldering eyes. With their muzzles as close as they were, he could feel her every breath washing over his cheek while she brushed her lips teasingly against his, then moved her soft lips over his jaw and cheek. Artorias listened to her every heavy, hot breath with a growing arousal, his own breathing deepening as his body tensed and quivered with barely contained need. Briar spoke in those salacious tones again, asking what he would do to her to make her fill this forest with her cries of passion. "Mmm I can think of a few things. I could show you how well I know where your sensitive spots are, or I could give you even more kisses aaaaall over your body, or I could fuck you to the point I'd have to carry you back home," Artorias replied, his voice practically a purr of rumbling, heated baritones as he brushed his own lips along Briar's cheek, moving up towards her ear to graze the delicate flesh with sharp teeth. And indeed he could; a slew of lusty, naughty, some taboo activities they could get involved in played in his mind. But Artorias had a curiosity that wanted to be satisfied before his other needs. "But I'm curious to know what my queen wants her king to do make her fill the forest with her song. What do you want, my sexy queen?"

"Artorias Carpathius"