Working together

Albion was young and youthful and however much he believed he knew everything and the way of the world his whole future seemed like it was up in the air. He could still turn tail and flee, escape this strange cacophony of emotions and social labyrinths to navigate. He might have the previous night, thankfully he was never really alone when he went back to the den. Albi and his siblings shared a space, so it wasn’t so obvious his fiance was not at his side. Now though, as he felt her in his paws and manipulated her form, the thought seemed impossible. He didn’t want to be anywhere but here with her like this.

Tasting her on his tongue, feeling her heartbeat against his own hammering in his chest. The young prince didn’t really know what he was doing, but his instincts were strong. As he moved against the Princess he expected some resistance, but like she could read his mind Avacyn allowed him to lower her into the grass beneath him. Each breath came a little more rugged than the last as her tongue traced his serrated ivory teeth. His skin pricked and sent shivers up his spine as her sharp claws traced through his alabaster fur.

Though he held her tight, his large white paws gently roved the curve of her waist and savored the slope of her hip. He might have laid there with her the rest of the day, getting to know her form and the taste of her tongue, but eventually she pulled from him with a breathy gasp. He blinked open his own gaze, mostly stupefied at the new ways she could make him feel. His blue white eyes met her dark colored irises as she spoke to him in husky whispered tones.

Albion’s brows raised at the question, not really surprised by the question, and not at all uncertain what she meant. He returned with a deep chuckle, the obvious answer being yes. "Of course I do.” She didn’t even really have to ask, "But shouldn’t we wait until we’re wed?” The Prince was partially teasing, but also partially serious. He was first a prince and a gentleman after all.

"Albion Klein"