We're the grown ups now

Saracyn truly lived to make Avacyn happy. Hearing that happy purr come from her when he detailed their new bedding together made his heart flutter and an eager, proud grin make itself at home on his muzzle. Ava’s thinly veiled promise of giving their new bed a quality test later made the young brute chuckle, a gentle shiver of delight quivering it’s way down his spine when his twin’s silky tail gave a teasing brush slowly up the back of his thigh. Avacyn was quickly showing how she was a pro at teasing him and showing how familiar and in tune she was with his body, and he loved every second of it. Avacyn spoke to his heart, mind, and soul in ways nobody else ever could. More and more every day he found himself falling head over paws for her, and Sara’s belief that Ava was meant to be his soulmate was made more adamant. "Oh, I think we’ll be doing some very thorough quality testing tonight," he replied in low, husky tones whispered into his twin’s ear, giving the delicate appendage a gentle nibble to tease her back. In her hormone-addled state, Sara knew how easy it would be to rile Ava up, and he planned on taking advantage of her heat as much as he could.

As if showing that their lecherous escapades together were also the primary thought in her head, Avacyn casually remarked that the only thing she wanted her “big, strong brother” to move was her. Saracyn was practically giddy with barely contained excitement and it took all of his self control to not just scoop up Ava then and there and carry her off to their bedroom to have his way with her and give them both some much needed relief and satisfaction. As tempting as that thought was, Sara made himself behave at least for a little while longer. At least that’s what he intended to do, until Avacyn began to lead him off into her workshop with a flick of her tail beneath his chin to tempt him after her. "I’d love to come see what your brilliant mind has done, gorgeous." Saracyn’s smile widened, flashing his teeth in a playful, sly grin as he breathed in the scent of her heat that simple tail flick released throughout the den. With a roguish gleam in his bright blue eyes, the Mendacium prince trotted briskly after his princess sister and nipped at her rump, his tail wagging like a fan excitedly behind him as he followed like a love struck pup right behind her.

The space Avacyn had set up as her workshop had really come together well! Saracyn let out an impressed whistle as his gaze swept over the neatly stocked and organized shelves, and the expansive and sturdy work table that had been set up in the middle of the sizable room. "It's definitely a nice upgrade from your old workshop," he commented when she asked what he thought of it, a proud smirk dressing his lips. Cerulean eyes turned a loving look down to his sister, looking at her in very much the same manner their father would look at their mother. "Not that I expected any less. Everything you do turns out perfect." But then a more important question rose in the brute's mind, and as he held Avacyn's obsidian gaze with his own, he asked, "Is this everything you hoped it would be?"

"Saracyn Mendacium"