The cardinal sin

Kavik could barely tell which direction was up or down once he and Manea finished ravaging and rocking each other's worlds. Hell, he didn't even know what time it was or how long they'd been at this for! Not that he really cared, of course; he would have spent all day tangled up in the violet fae if given the opportunity—which it seemed might be the case for today. He collapsed onto his back with a deeply satisfied sigh as Manea settled in on top of his form. The alabaster dire wolf immediately moved to wrap his lover up in his strong forearms, looping one around her back to hold her snuggled close to him while they basked in the afterglow of their impassioned fucking and the other coming up to stroke slow, soothing paths along her forehead and down the back of her neck, cradling her head on his chest while her paw roamed over his torso. Gradually his heavy breathing began to settle as well, and once they were both relaxed, Kavik could have easily drifted off to sleep with Manea in his arms.

The violet woman's murmured words perked his ears atop his head, and Kavik slowly peeked his eyes open to peer down at her while his digits slid up to caress Manea's cheek, tracing slowly over the white lines of her facial marking before moving up to playfully roll her ear between two toes. "Do you want to tell me what he did to upset you so?" he asked, looking at her while he gave her the option. While he did want to know, he also knew prying into sensitive personal matters could wind up becoming a bomb that blew up in his face instead. If Manea wanted to talk, he would listen and offer his insight and opinions. But if she just wanted him to help her forget everything, well, then he'd wipe her mind blank with as many rounds of vigorous sex as it took until she couldn't even remember her own name.

"Kävik av Fjellen"