A Thousand Rainy Days

Talyssa directed his lips against her own with gentle paws and a pleased rumble reverberated through his chest. He liked that she was getting comfortable enough to take the initiative. As his mouth fed at her own, he continued to soothe her periodically with gentle strokes at the back of her neck. He needed her calm and relaxed... because he was going to start moving his hips quite a bit harder very soon.

The moment that she released the first breathy moan of pleasure, a tingle of delight set Quill's fur on end. His marbled coat bristled and lightning coursed along his skin. Now. It had to be now! Bracing Talyssa's body with one thick foreleg next to her head, claws digging into the earth below, Quill began to thrust. Again and again and again his hips rolled plunging forward and pulling away like the ebb and flow of the tide. Never in all of his life had he needed something more than he needed the woman beneath him.

Within his core, he could feel his body tensing, a tight spring winding more and more, threatening to undo him. The feral beast within him roared, urging him fill her with his pups. He almost listened, pulling his hips back for one hard, rough thrust that would get the deed done. At the last moment, Quill looked down, blue and pink eyes meeting the lust filled eyes of the woman beneath him. He couldn't do it. Talyssa wanted to explore. She wanted adventure. She couldn't do that with a belly full of pups.

With a snarl, Quill thrust a few more times, savoring the velveteen feel of the golden woman, then, at the last moment, he did a selfless thing. Quill pulled out, a moaning growl emanating from clenched teeth as he left his deposit upon her pale belly instead of within her. If she didn't reach her climax with him, then he would finish her off after he caught his breath.

Stars exploded within Quill's eyes and he panted hard, his gaze never leaving that of the prone fae on the bed of moss. "Per...fection..." he panted, complimenting Talyssa with a rumble. They would need a bath after this and he would carefully wash every inch of her. "Are you alright?" Concern etched his handsome features. He'd lost himself a bit at the end.

"Quill Klein"