Never Meant To Hurt You

Haiku reciprocated those familiar, warm feelings of lust and love and Bowen gave herself to him completely. As far as she was concerned, he could have her however, wherever and as many times as he needed. She would be what he needed and the big brute could bury his pain within her. It was the least that Bowen could do for him.

Lips fed hungrily at one another further fueling Bowen's fire. He needed her, but she needed him as well. The small fae repositioned them both gently, lifting one big foreleg and wiggling under her lover. On her back below him, Bowen placed them chest to chest. Once comfortable, the small fae wrapped sable arms around the man's neck, pulling his mouth back down to her own once more. Bowen released a soft, breathy moan into that kiss as Haiku's paws pressed into her. Back bowing, she pressed the length of herself up against him in turn.

Breaking away so that she could take a much needed breath, Bowen pressed her cheek against Haiku's, her arms still around his thickly furred neck. If this was to be their last time together for a while, she would try to make it memorable for him. "However you want me," she purred into his ear, letting him take the lead so that they could both attain the highest plateaus of pleasure.

Like Haiku, Bowen didn't think of the past, she didn't think of the future. She only thought of the here and now. What could she do to him? What could he do to her? Bowen wanted nothing more in this moment than to be the vessel that would hold the pain that he carried so that he didn't have to. She would take his pain so that Haiku could experience joy and bliss before the weight of the real world inevitably claimed them once more.

"Bowen & Haiku"