Never Meant To Hurt You

Had Haiku voiced that he believed Artorias was stronger and better, Bowen would have shot it down instantly. Haiku was strong and good and sweet and all of the things that a normal woman would love in a man. ...But Bowen wasn't a normal woman. From the very first time that the captain and his brother had taken her virginity on the ship, Bowen's soul had been tarnished. She would never possess what one might call a normal sexual appetite. She was lusty and lascivious and this would never change in her. The rougher and the more taboo the act, the better and more aroused the small woman became. The sheer fact that Bowen was having a sexual relationship with her own brother was a heady thing. It was messed up. She was messed up.

Without a word, Haiku rose and snatched her up, bringing a little thrill to zing through Bowen's body. She clung to the big, chocolate brute as he carried her to a nearby den. The pair ducked within and Haiku deposited her on the ground. Bowen had to fight to control her libido. Now wasn't the time or the place. It was difficult though.

Haiku curled his big body around hers and Bowen molded herself into him as she always did. Her body shifted just a bit so that she could hold tightly to him, placing her with her belly against his side. Forelegs wrapped around the big man and she placed soft little kisses across his soaked fur. Bowen would be content to stay with him until morning, then she would find something and make him eat.

"Bowen & Haiku"