Stick 'em with the pointy end

She couldn't expect anything less than lustful eagerness from her husband as she admitted defeat and watched him immediately begin advancing on her. There hadn't been a single time in her memory where they hadn't ended a spar without immediately falling into one another and she knew already this wouldn't be any different–especially not when her husband finally secured a win against her. She returned his sly grin as he approached her, chuckling at his comment about all of the times that she had gotten him onto his back with her victories. She did certainly enjoy her moments of being in control of her big, dire wolf husband, but that didn't stop her from absolutely loving when he was in control as well. She chuckled as he lightly booped his muzzle against hers, his contagious energy and grin making her own grin widen in response. She adored that he still after all of these years was always just as excited and eager at the prospect of getting to ravage her. It never failed to make her feel like the most beautiful and desired fae in all of Auster and Boreas. "I believe you do, Blue Boy," she purred in reply, giving the end of his nose a teasing lick. "So now the only question is how do you want to claim your prize?"

"Artorias & Briar Carpathius"