Just look my way

Widow bent before his will easily, and it was such a rush of indescribable feelings to feel her svelte body buckle beneath his. Seeing her on the flat of her back again awakened both memory and instinct. Flashes of visions of her, younger, sprawled out across the crypt floor. His body remembered this moment as if it were fresh in his mind. It knew exactly what to do and what he wanted to do. Widow's paw clasped his own, and then she was pulling him down closer, every part of their chests and bellies pressing close while she whispered those heated, salacious words to him. Stolas' body gave a quiver, his anatomy betraying his arousal as it pressed to her soft underbelly. There was no hiding his desire, no downplaying exactly how he felt in this moment or how much he wanted her. How much of it was repressed emotions and how much of it was her heat pheromones wreaking havoc on his brain? He'd never be able to tell, but in this moment, it didn't matter to the brute. All that mattered was the fae beneath him, and claiming her until they exhausted themselves or until the sun rose.

Widow's words enticed him in, coaxing him to go further, and Stolas would oblige. He did not reply with words, but with action as he closed the space between their lips until their mouths crushed together in a heated kiss, pouring forth all the longing and passion he'd held in his heart waiting for her. She clung to him, her arms around his neck, and his paws found their way around her sides, stroking slow, savoring movements down the planes of her slender body until those powerful forelegs were wrapped around her hips. Stolas gave a little wiggle of his body, positioning himself between Widow's thighs and sliding his hips back until he felt the warmth of her most intimate parts meet his. The dire brute moaned into their kiss, lips parting hers with a gentle pressure to slip his tongue into Widow's maw to taste her. The first time they'd had sex had been the clumsy, urgent rumblings of adolescents discovering their bodies for the first time. This time, their coupling would be the joining of two refined adults, ready to melt one another in their heat.

Stolas wasted no time teasing her, aligning their parts and bracing his paws on the ground so he could thrust back forward and sink into her. That first joining of their bodies shut his brain down with a shudder of lust, another groan slipping from the brute while he took Widow as his own. Giant paws flexed over her hips, claws finding purchase in the soft flesh of her thighs while he pressed deeper, moving slow to allow their bodies to adjust to one another. They were of similar size, but it had been years since they'd been together. He wanted to savor this as much as he wanted to make it perfect as well.

"Stolas"