What's a few more?

The way Briar looked at him with endless lust and desire after their lips had parted set Artorias' blood aflame in his veins, his core burning like an inferno and clenching with ravenous hunger for his gorgeous mate. The Carpathians were a highly sexually active couple to begin with, but during this time of year, it was like their natural libido had been amplified tenfold. Artorias loved Briar so, so much, and knowing that his Queen wanted him as badly as he wanted her was the greatest turn on to the Aegis. The teasing kisses and nips she expertly placed along the edge of his ear had Artorias trembling for her, little shivers of lust running like electricity through every neuron and synapse in his body. Art gave Briar an unapologetic grin when she made a comment about his eagerness to shut and lock the door, amber eyes smoldering with desire for his beautiful, sultry wife. He watched the way her long flowing tail whipped about behind her, showing off just how excited she was for this, and his own bushy tail couldn't help but begin wagging along with hers. Her mood and enthusiasm was infectious, and Artorias was highly attuned to Briar's moods by now. He knew exactly what she wanted and he was more than happy to give her what her body craved.

As Briar began to move away from him, Artorias gave a soft whine of disappointment—only for his confused look to change into an expression of rapt attentiveness as Briar shot him a lecherous look and began making her way towards his chair at the council table. With graceful movements, the Queen climbed onto his seat and then stepped up onto the expansive stone table, spreading her body out across the surface of the map carved into the table like she were presenting herself as a feast for him. And a feast she may as well have been to the starving lusts of her dire brute. Burning amber eyes roved with unabashed carnal hunger over the curves and planes of her body, drinking in her every feminine roll and dip to her form like she were his last meal. Briar rolled to her back, leaving nothing hidden from his lecherous gaze as it followed her flowing tail that hung off the edge of the table up to her shapely rump and hips, between her supple thighs, and then up the smooth taut muscles of her body until his gaze met those smoldering turquoise pools that fixed him with the hottest come hither look he'd ever seen. Her purred out words spoken in Carpathian tempting him to come get her were the icing and cherry on top of this cake, and Artorias was more than ready to have it and eat it too.

Without a beat of hesitation, the dire brute stalked his way closer to her, a low, lustful rumble building in his chest the closer he got to her. With one strong hind leg, Artorias kicked the chair away from the table to give himself as much room to help himself to his Briar, ignoring the clatter as it fell backwards somewhere in the room. The azure and obsidian male lifted his giant forepaws and pressed them down onto the table on either side of Briar's body, hoisting himself up to stand on hind legs above his scrumptious-looking mate. A wide, delighted grin pulled across his lips as he savored the sight of her beneath him, eyes still roaming and taking her in in all of her beauty and sexual splendor. Briar was so beautiful to him always, but when she was like this, she was like some sort of carnal goddess. And goddesses deserved to be worshipped. Leaning down, Artorias brought his muzzle to the base of Briar's neck, snuffling through her short fur to nip and kiss at her soft skin, ever so slowly working his way up her throat inch by inch while he brought his hips closer to hers. With his nose pressed to her skin, Art drank in the scent of her pheromones and her heat surrounding him, intoxicating him, filling his brain with primal desires to fill her with his puppies and keep expanding their family.

By the time his lips reached the underside of her jaw, Artorias was settled between Briar's thighs, intimate flesh pressing into her with tantalizing closeness. That same growl vibrating in his throat, Artorias lifted his muzzle to nip at Briar's ear, whispering in low, husky tones to her, "Să mai facem niște prinți și prințese, pereche mea." Giving her ear a bit of a firmer nip, Artorias held himself above Briar and gazed down at her as he pressed his hips forward and joined their bodies together with a grunt and a groan, starting his oh so pleasant work alleviating his mate's heat and creating new additions to the large family they both so greatly desired.

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"Artorias Carpathius" | "Carpathian"