Variety is the Spice of Life

Hearing Manea’s lyrical laughter when he teased her and joked with her helped to lift Kavik’s dismal mood. Ever a lover and a ladies’ man, being able to delight his faes never failed to bring a grin to the hopeless romantic’s face. Manea did not shy away from his offer to come join him, showing off that sexy confidence she carried so well as an alphess. The white brute never minded being eye candy for the Matriarch, especially when she looked at him with those hungry appreciative eyes roving over his form, but knowing that he was stealing her attentions and desires away from her husband made the notion even more scandalous and delicious to him. Manea was choosing him in this moment, and that brought a healthy dose of ego to the brute. Watching her saunter over to join him on his expansive bedding, Kavik fixed her with gleaming come hither eyes, following her movements every step of the way until she had settled in beside and behind him. The addition of her body pressing against his and the soft warmth of her coat mingling with his own electrified his nerves and sent delightful tingles rippling over his skin wherever their bodies touched.

His playful question drew a sultry grin and chuckle from the Mendacium queen, and her response drew an intrigued and aroused hum from her paramour. He felt her tail swat playfully back at his hip, making the arctic brute grin back and chuckle in reply, leaning back to press more of his body against hers and giving a deliberate stretch of his limbs so she could feel the ripple of his broad planes of muscle against her side. Manea's overtly sexual and salacious suggestions on what she could do for him made Kavik's core clench hard with a carnal need. Manea was his only steady and regular outlet for release, and with her being so preoccupied with her calamitous husband, it had been a bit since he'd gotten any relief from the violet goddess. If she was feeling in a particularly frisky mood today, then the brute was definitely going to take advantage of her libido as long as he could. While Manea mused over ways she could either punish or reward him, Kavik found himself murring at both possible outcomes. Both ways sounded equally fun, but which kind of Manea did he feel like having all over him tonight? Both? Was both an option?

Before he could make a choice, the violet fae was already moving to position herself over him, urging him to lie on his belly so she could help work out some of the tension and soreness from his muscles. "Well how could I refuse an offer that tempting?" he remarked with a playful growl in his husky tones. Allowing Manea to manipulate his body as she desired, Kavik settled into the bed more while those giant soft leonine paws began to knead over his aching muscles, melting them beneath her experienced touch. A throaty groan slipped from the arctic brute's throat as he spread out beneath her, his head resting on crossed forepaws while he succumbed to Manea's sultry touch. "I think I might deserve a bit of both rewarding and punishing, sexy," he said with a cheeky smirk on his lips. "I'll let you decide how to punish me, but for the rewarding part... this massage and those licks you mentioned sound like a good place to start." Really, Kavik would've taken anything he could get with the sexy Mendacium lady. But it would be much more fun to let her decide what she wanted to do with him—although he was keen to experience those pleasures her paws and tongue promised.

"Kävik av Fjellen"