The mans laughter was music to her ears and she couldn't help but smile down upon him. He asked if she meant it and Isa considered for a moment, blue eyes casting to the side, head tilted slightly. "Hmm..." she murmured softly before bringing her gaze back to his. "You did say that you wanted us to be equals. What better title for a Warlord than a Lady of War?" The fae's tongue ghosted across his lips and she whispered low and hot, "You'll have to help me train for the part though."
With paws that were oh so strong, Sirius handled her, pushing Isa's body down atop his own. A gasping moan was forced from her, eyes rolling back into her skull as she savored the feeling. It had been too long. Much too long. The way that he treated her and the way that their bodies called to one another... it was as though it was meant to be.
As Sirius pushed her down, Isa rolled her hips expertly. Yes, she'd only been with one man aside from the one beneath her, but she'd been a natural even then. The trick was letting ones body take control and to not think too much into it. Gasps and pants pulled from them both until their combined efforts were rewarded. A snarl ripped from Isa with the sheer intensity of her pleasure. Claws dug into the brutes chest once again as liquid hot fire exploded within her body.
It took Isa longer to shake the pleasure filled fuzziness from her mind this time, but she was eventually able to give Sirius her full attention. As he spoke, the smaller wolf slid from atop her lover to sprawl out on the ground beside him like some satiated feline. She listened to what he had to say. It was no secret that he was proud of the Armada. She wanted to share in that pride with him. "I want to hear everything," she assured him, fitting her small frame against his side and settling in for the tale he would soon tell.
