Pound the steel

A pleased smile sat lopsided on Artorias' muzzle while he enjoyed the look of surprised delight on Briar's face. He adored showering his wife with love and affection and gifts, and he knew how partial she was to the unique rippling steel his family had adopted. It only made sense to give her more things that showed her deep rooted place within their family. She was as much a Carpathian as she was a Fatalis. While he stared lovingly at her, Briar got to her paws from where she'd been enjoying his display of raw masculinity and began to make her way towards him, moving with such grace and overt sexuality. Artorias' smile slipped a little as he got lost in the hypnotic sway of her shapely hips with every step she took, her braided tail swishing like a metronome behind her, like a flag beckoning him to her rump. Then her lips were on his again and they were kissing, Art's eyes slowly closing as he enjoyed the lingering kiss until Briar withdrew once more, much too soon for his liking.

Briar said she'd need his help crafting her gift for him, leaving not-so-subtle hints as to what she had in mind with her reference to his forceful yet delicate hammering. Artorias' lips curled up into a sly grin as their gazes met, lecherous amber smoldering into heavily-lidded heated turquoise. He knew exactly what Briar was implying and it surprised him somewhat. After their second litter, Briar had decided to go back on her birth control regiment just to ensure they didn't accidentally conceive another litter. Artorias would have been more than happy with her staying off the contraceptives and accepting whatever came of their impassioned love, but he understood that would have meant a castle overflowing with puppies year round, and while that idea made the coil inside his belly tighten, he knew that wouldn't have been practical. But now it sounded like Briar was ready to be a mother again and intended for this heat to result in another litter.

"Oh really? A gift that needs my help? Hmmm, I wonder what it could be..." Artorias' grin widened as he teased Briar, lifting a powerful foreleg to wrap around his wife's side and gently yet insistently pull her body closer to his until their chests pressed together. A low rumble of delight vibrated in the dire brute's barrel, his muzzle coming down to claim Briar's mouth with his own. Eyes closed and lips parted hers as he slowly dipped his tongue into her maw to taste her own, murring under his breath while he made out with his perfect mate. After several long delightfully arousing moments, Artorias slowly broke their lips apart, pulling back just enough to get lost in her beautiful bedroom eyes again. "Sounds like you want your husband to put out your heat this year," he teased her some more, pressing his nose into the side of her neck to breathe in her pheromone-laden scent with a hungry growl. "Mmmm you smell good enough to eat, Deer Girl..."

"Artorias & Briar Carpathius" | "Carpathian"