Don't Live By The Old Laws

Erys wouldn’t have wanted her to do any of this solely for him, he wanted any kind of closeness or hint of intimacy to come from her personal desire. Not any feeling of expectation. The way she touched him, the way her eyes lit up as they drew more near, told him she was feeding her own desires as much as his own. They both knew a life of use and abuse, but that also leant to knowledge within. They had enough experience to know what they liked and very much what they did not. Erys didn’t want to feel felt forced ever again, and he didn’t want that for Reila either.

He led her into his home, finding the room empty as he followed her inside. She took in the cozy atmosphere as he leaned into her, welcoming her. As he nuzzled into her soft fur Reila leaned back against him, pressing their bodies together. He liked the feeling of her being so close, the warmth of her as she brushed against his form. He took in a deep breath, inhaling her scent and whining softly as she departed from him and made her way towards the bed that took up much of the space within the bungalow.

He watched her for a long moment, realizing they didn’t need to know each other to get to know each other. Reila reclined back into the soft furs and invited him there with her. There were no words spoken, but none were needed in that quiet place. She lifted her paw for him to hold onto her and Erys didn’t hesitate anymore. He swiftly joined her there on the bed, naturally lifting himself over her. He rolled her gently so her belly was exposed, it was easy to lean down to accept and return her kisses.

There was a building heat in those gentle affections, but as the moments continued he felt the passion really ignite and he sank deeper and deeper into her lips. He didn’t keep their bodies apart for much longer, as he lowered his belly to hers. His paws were on either side of her shoulders and his hips lowered against her own, fitting himself snugly against her thighs. "I’ll stop, if you need.” Erys whispered against her lips when he finally released her for a deep breath. She was intoxicating, urging him on in all the right ways.

"Erystotle Atlas"