Just look my way

Every sound Widow made for him stoked the inferno burning inside his core for the midnight-hued fae pinned between him and the soft bed of summer grass. Every breath, every gasp, every moan and sigh was a serenade that encouraged him to do more and to do it more intensely. There was no doubting the lust that smoldered between them; whether from time apart, yearning hearts, or the basic primal instinct to breed Widow in her heat, Stolas couldn't tell. All he knew was that his body felt like it was being electrocuted in the best possible way, like lightning had struck his brain and every nerve was on fire. The heat that surrounded him as he sank into Widow's depths melted his brain, leaving the brute shuddering with gray eyes rolling back in his head. His paws flexed over her hips, claws sinking through plush fur to grasp at her soft flesh and hold her tight and close. She arched her back into him and Stolas rolled his hips into hers, spreading her around him as he dove deeper into their pleasure. This was not the same clumsy lovemaking he remembered them sharing as teens; this was infinitely better.

Stolas gasped for breath when their lips parted, listening to the way Widow moaned for him like she had needed him and needed this from him all her life. It made a powerful feeling rise within the fallen prince's chest; a possessiveness that demanded he claim Widow as his, mark her for all the world to know. Those primal instincts told him to rut her, so that was exactly what he was going to do. With Widow's claws in his shoulders and her thighs squeezing around his waist, Stolas began to thrust his powerful hips in steady, rolling motions, sliding their bodies back and forth across the grass. Her cries of passion were so loud, so uninhibited and raw and carnal, it drove the brute mad for her! He didn't care if the whole forest heard him fucking Widow—part of him wanted the world to know.

In her heat-induced frenzy, it seemed Widow would not be content with easier mating tonight. A buck of her hips up into his stole the dire brute's breath away in a heated gasp as he sank to the hilt within her, every inch of his member reaching every part of her depths. "Widow...!" Stolas bared his teeth in a pleasured growl, gritting them against the rush of ecstasy. He didn't want Widow to hold back, and he certainly didn't want to be gentle right now. One paw moving from her hips to brace himself on the ground, Stolas began to move with more intensity, withdrawing to press hard down into Widow again and again and again, seeking to drive himself as deep into her as he could manage. Each collision of their hips felt like a cathartic release of every emotion that had built up over four years. And soon, he would release with her in the most base way a brute and a fae could together.

"Stolas"