Hello, Artorias Here

Artorias gave his friend a bashful grin, eyes alive with a fire of life, but ears pulled back in a sheepish display. Though he was becoming more and more comfortable with his own sexuality and embracing the sensual side of the world Chimera had introduced him to, he was still a different stock than the Fenmyrian king was. Openly discussing his escapades was something he hadn't done other than with Briar, so it would take some getting used to, but he was far and away a different and more mature young man than he was when he first assumed the mantle of Aegis. Chimera's silent assumption that he had been a catalyst in his blooming wouldn't have been incorrect to state. Were it not for the Klein wolf, he likely never would have identified or acted upon any of the emotions he'd felt. In short, Chimera had been a large reason as to why Artorias was getting laid so often now.

Artorias' compliment of Chimera's meticulously crafted kingdom was met with pensive thought as his host sipped his wine and explained all the challenges he faced leading Fenmyre. He explained how he didn't use the slaves for anything but slaking his hunger for violence and how he only mated with the wolves closest to him. Artorias quirked a brow in surprise, sipping at his wine while he listened intently. Despite being the overseer of his own fantasy island, Chimera didn't indulge as he would allow his patrons to. He was much more composed than the Aegis had realized, maintaining himself in the face of an endless buffet of temptation. It was admirable to a degree; it showed that Chimera was a man of principles and boundaries. He supposed that in the split-toned man's unique line of work, mixing business and pleasure too much would be less than ideal.

A moment of quiet passed between the two alpha brutes with Chimera dispelling his dour thoughts and Artorias sipping down more wine as if it were water. Despite his growing familiarity with the alcoholic beverage, Art never seemed to learn to pace himself. Already he'd drunk down one bowl, refilled, and was halfway through his second and feeling the warm buzz in his body as he became more and more inebriated. Chimera looked to him and Artorias returned his friend's easy smile. Then the King said he'd make an exception for him, and it took the tipsy Aegis a moment to realize what he was referring to. A confused crease of his brow gave way to widening amber eyes and a stunned expression. "O-Oh! Uh..." Artorias paused to glance back over his shoulder in the direction the slave pens were before looking back to his companion, his face a bit flushed from the wine and his flustered state. "The feasting and fucking does sound really good. But I'd feel bad roughing up your slaves like that." He wore a crooked grin on his face to try and mask how the thought of rutting another wolf with Chimera had made heat pool under his cheeks. The notion was thrilling and taboo, but he didn't know if he could do that to a wolf in good conscience—slave or not.

"Artorias" | "Carpathian" | "Corbin" | "Argent"