Make yourself useful

Keelin reacted so exquisitely to his touches. Maybe that was another reason that he kept her around. Her body acted as though his touch was the only touch that it would ever want. Perhaps the woman was just a good actress, but he liked to believe that he actually brought her pleasure, though her pleasure mattered much less than his own. Her soft little gasps and groans had always been music to his ears. She gave him what he wanted even when he knew that she didn't want it. Such a good girl, his Keelin.

As his paw continued to stroke and caress the most heated parts of her, the woman leaned in to tell him just what she wanted, lips and teeth pulling along the line of his jaw. Merrick gave a low, dark chuckle his paw pulling from its former resting place. One slick digit ran over the woman's lower lip before he purred in return, "As my mate wishes." And mates they would be. Keelin would grow and bear his children. In Mendacium eyes, this made them mates. It bound them together. Merrick wasn't exactly a follower of the ways, but he would play along for his sister's benefit.

Merrick knew that Keelin's tastes ran to rougher, darker things, much like his own tastes. Whether she had grown to like them or those kinks had been there to begin with, he didn't know. What he did know was that he could be rough with her. He could choke her, throw her about, pound her hard into the furs, the grass or the stone floor and she wouldn't make a peep of complaint. Another reason. There were many reasons to like Keelin. Many reasons why she had to be the fae chosen to produce his offspring.

Blackened lips found those of the brindled woman and Merrick thoroughly kissed her, his tongue infiltrating her maw to dance with her own. He wasn't a kisser, or at least he hadn't been before Keelin. This was another way to dominate the woman and prove to her again and again that she belonged to him, and so he'd become accustomed to it, but only with her. He'd bedded others, of course, but he didn't kiss. It just wasn't his thing. If the woman knew, she should feel special for that at least. He'd never told her, however, so that little tidbit was lost on her.

An old fashioned gent, Merrick liked doing things the traditional way. Occasionally they would fuck belly to belly, but nothing got him going more than having a woman pinned beneath him like a bitch in heat. The kiss was broken and with one big paw, he flipped the fae onto her stomach. That paw then wrapped around the fae's tail, jerking her back across the bed towards him. He tasted her first, a nice little gesture of preparation before he rose, settling his big body over hers. As she asked, his paw settled over her hip, talons digging into flesh just lightly to begin with. A bit or pressure and a roll of his hips sent their bodies to joining. Strong hips continued to roll and a deep growl emanated from the brute. Keelin was like molten silk beneath him and, knowing that he would soon deposit puppies within her fueled that fire. The pair moved together as one until Merrick's breath became ragged and uneven. Only then did his paw slip away and lock around the fae's slender throat, pulling her head up and back, squeezing tightly enough to cut off her air supply and prick her flesh with his claws while he growled the heights of his pleasure against her cheek.

"Merrick Mendacium"