Stroke the Furry Wall

Bowen giggled before answering his question, piquing Artorias' interest and also mildly concerning him as well. He had no fear of his sister giving him and his wife something dangerous, but memories of suddenly being stoned out of his mind as a yearling came rushing back. Was he about to go on another bad trip as a prank? Turns out, the answer was a lot more benign. Bowen had given them a kava mixture, a herb Art had never experimented with before as far as he knew (though he still didn't know what was in Sparrow's personal blend of herbs she'd given him), and one that Tej had shared with her during their travels. Artorias had all but forgotten the tiger, but now he raised a brow in silent curiosity. What the hell had that tiger been doing with his sister out in the wild lands?

Art wasn't given long to mull over that thought however, as only a few moments later, the kava began to kick in full effect. His vision began to blur faintly around the edges, swirls of the bioluminescent mushrooms around them dancing like neon lights all around. A warm sensation of euphoria began to grow deep within the brute's belly, spreading out slowly through his veins to each of his limbs, leaving tingling feelings dancing across his skin as it spread. His sense of touch began to feel heightened, as if he could feel the air moving around him, feel every fiber of fur on the blankets beneath them as he moved and shifted in place. Oh, this was lovely... Artorias stared up at the glowing mushrooms with his mouth slightly ajar, gazing wide-eyed and open-mouthed at the pretty lights all around them. Ooooooh, pretty...!

The soft sound of girly giggles at his side brought Art's attention back to the ladies, and the sight he saw twisted his lips up into a silly grin as he tried to stifle a few chuckles as well. Bowen was nuzzled up into Briar's side, rubbing her fur and commenting on how soft she was. Briar meanwhile looked caught between being overstimulated by the touching and also on the verge of her own giggle fit while she explained that all her grooming and conditioners kept her soft. Bo reached back and took his paw, and then Art was feeling the familiar softness of his mate's fur between his digits as he stroked over her side, letting his paw glide slowly over her warm skin from her chest down to her shapely hip and back up again. "Oh, they work all right!" remarked Artorias with a sly grin, reveling in the little feminine sounds of delight they were pulling from Briar. Bo asked why Briar was so soft and Art just flashed his smaller sister a toothy grin. "Looooots of grooming. She's always so soft. 'specially when you're all pressed up to her." The naughty gleam in Art's amber eyes left little to the imagination of what he was thinking about, the kava making the sensations and fantasies all the more potent in his brain and removing the filter from his mouth.

Briar commented on liking the kava while rolling towards them and smushing Bowen in between them. That first touch of Briar's paw on his side felt like fireworks exploding across his skin, coaxing a breathy gasp from the dire brute. Yeah, he was liking the kava too. Sliding himself closer to press up on Bowen's backside closer until he felt her coat mingling with the fur on his underbelly, Art gave a husky chuckle under his breath and met Briar's heavy-lidded eyes with his own sultry gaze. "Yeeeeah, I'm definitely asking Gwyn to start growing some when we get home." His large paw slid down to rest on Briar's hip, giving it a gentle squeeze while they pinned Bowen in between the two of them. His other paw lifted to press against Bowen's back, slowly trailing his claws down through her fur to gingerly glide across her skin from between her shoulder blades to just above her waist, though the temptation to keep going lower was ever present. "How're you feelin', Bo?" Art asked, glancing down at the caramel-colored fae in between them, his speech gradually becoming more relaxed as well as his body the more the kava took hold of him.

"Artorias Carpathius" | "Carpathian"