The Worst Is Over

Reila moaned, panted and moved beneath him, doing her own part to build the pleasure between them. She was very much an active participant and Chimera stopped more than once to simply absorb the feeling of the small fae sliding herself against him. He loved it and he let her know so by the deep growls and purrs that reverberated through his chest. The pair had built an emotional connection during the time that they'd been hunting together and now they were building a physical connection to add to it. He didn't know if he would ever be able to let her go after this. They'd spent time and effort building whatever this was between them and Chimera was possessive, if anything. Reila was slowly becoming his.

The paw upon the fae's hip tightened, claws digging into her flesh as he pulled her body roughly against his own. He'd been gentle to a degree while her body became acclimated to him, but now he would take some of what he wanted. Chimera's pace and the intensity of his thrusts increased both physically and audibly. It was a good thing that they were in the middle of nowhere, really. Each undulation of hips had their bodies pressed tightly together, ripping growls and snarls from Chimera as he reveled in the fact that he was finally having his way with the bob tailed woman. Again and again, harder, rougher, the friction setting his body aflame. If he kept this pace he would soon come undone. And why not? The night was young and so were the pair of wolves. They would have enough stamina for many sessions of play.

"Reila..." Chimera purred out the woman's name, his neck curling so that he could drag his tongue over her cheek and ear. His bracing foreleg shifted, paw settling on the ground just above the fae's shoulder, effectively holding her in place for what was to come. The paw on her hip shifted for just a moment, moving up the side of Reila's heaving ribcage as she panted beneath him. That paw found the fae's chin, tilting her muzzle upwards so that Chimera could claim her lips with his own. He fed hungrily at her mouth like a starved beast, using lips, teeth and tongue to invade every part of her.

The paw that had brought their lips together made its way back to the woman's hip, helping to angle and anchor for the barrage of thrusts that were to come. Chimera's hips pistoned hard and he growled into their joined mouths as he used all of his power to make their bodies repeatedly collide. The white hot tension was rising within him, the coil of pleasure ready to snap. He broke their kiss then, needing as much air as he could pull into lungs that were already working overtime. Again and again he moved, all manner of sounds ripping from the brute's throat. Chimera's pale pink eye watched the writhing woman beneath him as the last vestiges of his control were scattered to the wind. As he found his pleasure, hilted within the delicate woman below him, the King of Fenmyre snarled, teeth clenched tightly together. Reila was his. She belonged to him.

"Chimera"