Pound the steel

Artorias had been so focused on his work that he hadn't noticed his beloved wife watching him from the open doorway with attentive desire. It was only once the click of her claws on the stone floor were heard did Artorias show acknowledgement, one dark ear flicking back and his head turning to meet his wife's cool turquoise eyes with his own fiery amber ones as she slid her side against his. Touch was his love language and he loved any physical contact with her, but during the Austral winters that seemed even more true. Having spend almost all his life with Briar, his body was attuned to hers and he instinctively recognized when the natural desires and urges rose within her. As if to prove that, Art could already smell Briar's heat scent above the lingering smells of coal and fire in the forge. That natural perfume of concentrated pheromones that turned his brain toward one thing and one thing alone—and it seemed that Briar's mind was on the same thing.

The Lord of Cinder gladly leaned his muscled form back against Briar's side so she could lean into him, a shiver of delight running down his back and making his fur bristle in the most delightful way from the brush and press of her slender side into his. Her warm skin, her soft fur mingling with his, it left tingles spreading wherever they touched. He chuckled under his breath and gave Briar a lopsided smirk when she remarked on his smithing, leaning into her kiss to his jaw with an appreciative murr. "You have to be forceful yet delicate with Carpathian steel," he remarked, turning to catch her lips with his own before she could pull back, letting his muzzle linger on hers in a slow, simmering kiss before he continued in husky tones, "Something I'm very familiar with."

The playful gleam of desire in his eyes as he grinned at Briar, planting another kiss on the end of her nose before he reluctantly parted from her side to retrieve the steel from the forge, now glowing red hot once more. He placed the billet on the anvil and picked up his hammer again, shooting Briar a sultry and inviting look as he grinned around the haft of the hammer. She liked watching him at work, so he'd let her enjoy the show a little more, just to turn her on. With several strong swings of the hammer, Artorias pounded out the superheated steel, stretching out the billet longer and thinner with each blow. Deep masculine grunts came from the dire brute with the effort he put into his smithing, the musical clang of Carpathian steel being struck echoing around the forge. Artorias put a bit more intention into his work, showing off his rippling muscles as he worked for Briar to enjoy while she undoubtedly eye fucked him.

Once the steel began to cool and lose its glow, he once more shoved the billet into the forge and pressed the billows to repeat the process, setting the hammer aside before turning back to his wife with a knowing grin. "This one's going to be for you. For our anniversary," he told her, his tail beginning a slow wag behind him as his eyes unabashedly roved over Briar's beautiful, svelte form, eating her up with his wanton gaze. He always wanted his wife, but never more than when she was in heat and wanting him just as bad if not more.

"Artorias & Briar Carpathius" | "Carpathian"