The Gift

Every way she reacted was driven wholly from born instinct and everything he had given her. She was this way because of him but it was also because she could feel so open and free with him. She felt relieved to be with him like this because it was like every weight was lifted off of her shoulders. There was no judgment, there was no holding back. She was truly his, and her own Relm.

Feeling just the presence over her was intense, but she wasn't scared of him. She never would be. She'd always be just his, any way he wanted in her or his own will. Her lungs let out a near silent exhale as he pressed down between her shoulder blades and she moved gently as he motioned her down. Not fighting him, but keeping that tension between them still while she bent to him. Her cheek laid down on the furs as she glanced back at him, but soon closed her eyes as he trailed along the scars that were his. Her dark anticipation grew through her deep breaths, a quiet sigh, both from their moments before and reminiscent of what led them here today. She didn't need to be reminded, but she was for everything he had done for her and how much she cared for him. It made these moments so much stronger. She couldn't fool herself into thinking this was all just for the physical pleasure.

As he pulled her up against him, she let out another one of those sharp, demanding huffs, a lusted eye looking back to him with a quiet smile only he would be familiar with. The internal igniting she felt as he pressed against her making her desperate for him. Something that she had felt before with only him but felt completely new surrounding her more experienced heat season. Right now in these moments with him she could feel beautiful, and confident, and her best self. She could feel it, and they may have meant more to him than she knew.

Finally connecting them he'd be met with probably the best sounds of relief and enjoyment. Her paws dug down into the furs of her bed and he'd still get the view of her pleasurable, responsive faces if he chose to. She was quick to move into rhythm with him, still begging him when he gave her everything she asked for and more. Brutally grabbing her at her scruff was exactly what she wanted and he wouldn't receive any resistance back from her. Her body still worked in everyway to make this the best time of his life, at least with her. And he was right, she would be screaming for him. Only for him. Every drop of her soul never wanted this to end. But she craved to give him that final release after all the building they had done together, admiring him in that afterglow was the most satisfying for her. He'd make all the marks, and she'd be his most willing and grateful participant.

"Relm"