Teenagers scare the living shit out of me

Of all the great joys and blessings he had received in his life, Briar had to be his greatest. His true love, his best friend, the mother of his children. The greatest supporter and confidant he could have ever hoped for. Ever since they met as little balls of fluff barely out of the den on the old plains of the Armada, it had been Briar. She had found him time and time again when he needed her the most, given him unconditional support and guidance when he felt overwhelmed or lost, stood by his side in his triumphs and his defeats. She'd seen him at his lowest and at his highs, and through it all she never stopped loving him. Briar was his constant—his queen, his goddess, his Deer Girl. She made his life complete and rich.

Briar giggled under the gentle touches of his affections and responded to him with her own words of love spoken in the Carpathian tongue, even earning a husky chuckle from Artorias when she used that affectionate nickname she had given him when they were just pups. Briar's paws looped around his neck as his own large azure paws came up to rest on Briar's waist, stroking slowly above her hips while he relished the sensations of her body underneath his touch. Artorias could have easily spent his whole life loving Briar absolutely silly, and he intended to do so as often as he could. Briar shifted in his embrace to press her body closer to his and Artorias welcomed her closer by tightening his forelegs around her waist, pressing their chests and bellies together. He could never be close enough to his perfect mate.

She teased him with sultry words in Carpathian that sent a ripple of fiery lust coursing down his body to settle between his thighs and Artorias gave a low, horny rumble in reply as he met her heavy-lidded turquoise gaze with a sly grin. Briar knew exactly how to push his buttons and get him in the mood for some loving at any given moment. The wonderful sensation of her feline claws combing through his thick scruff drew delighted murrs and rumbles from the dire brute, his eyelids fluttering over fire opal eyes as he quivered gently under his wife's touch, melting for her in a heartbeat. "Pare o idee perfectă, iubitul meu." Not wasting any time, Artorias slowly brought his muzzle closer to Briar's, moving in as if to kiss her lips—only to quickly slide his larger body underneath hers and hoist her up across his back.

With a playful grin on his muzzle, Art carried Briar over to their bed and deposited her onto the plush mattress with a little toss. He then climbed up onto the bed with her and grabbed Briar by her hips, easily manhandling her to slide and roll her onto her back beneath him. Artorias grinned down at his wife, admiring how beautiful and amazing she was for a moment before slowly bringing his muzzle back down to place a slow, teasing lick along the underside of Briar's jaw where her throat began. "O să te iubesc fără sens, Briar al meu," the Lord of Cinder promised his Lady in low, lustful growls against her neck, teasing her soft skin with gentle fangs and warm tongue, savoring the foreplay while he worshipped Briar's body like she were his own personal goddess.

"Artorias & Briar Carpathius" | "Carpathian"