I'm gonna burn for you

There's something about Erik that has always drawn Ember to him. A calamitous sense of genuinity that was very much him, true and beautiful. He was a thunderstorm at night, a volcanic eruption given flesh and bone. Ember never wanted to stop seeing how incredible he was. The pair, wine-drunk and giggling as they raced each other down the halls, collide into an aggressive kiss, one that flares the fire in her belly for this wonderful viking bastard like stepping on a forge's billows too hard. She would burn for him all day, every day. She kissed him back, fierce and eager, like the fire she was named after, paws gripping at the thick fur on his chest while their lips remained connected. Fuck, he was so hot.

Ember couldn't help the sultry smirk on her lips when she turned from locking the door to see Erik sprawled out across her bed, looking the picture of comfort. She loved how good he looked lying there, like he was always meant to be there. A tall, chiseled viking model all to herself, looking like a pornstar in her bed. The bed that had always felt a little too big on her own. She doubted it would feel that way now. He questioned how anyone got privacy around the castle and Em giggled as she approached the bed, a knowing grin on her muzzle. If her parents could fuck each other silly and not alert half the castle, they had nothing to worry about. "The walls and floors are thick, and the stone dampens out a lot of sound. That, and door locks, and we're pretty much in our own world here. So, while you probably shouldn't make me scream too loud, you don't have to worry about holding back either," she explained, her own oceanic eyes shimmering with naughtiness, moving with languid strides and a sway to her hips, knowing how he's looking at her—loving how he's looking at her. She never felt more beautiful than when she was with Erik.

He beckoned her closer and Ember was quick to obey, moving along the side of the bed and turning her rump towards him with an intentional little shake. He took her request seriously, but Em was absolutely teasing and playing with him in the meantime. His touch is gentle yet insistent, working out the braids of long silken fur and almost reverentially removing the beads and accessories from her tail and begins brushing out her tail. It's soothing letting him do this, intimate and borderline erotic for the princess as well. She relishes in his touch, giving no cares that he takes as long as he liked. She was enjoying every second thoroughly, as the little smile on her face showed, the occasional soft sigh of delight slipping from her. "You're a maestro with that brush," she purred to her viking brute, showing him just how much she enjoyed his work on her. Erik's compliment makes her blush, Em's cheeks warming and her smile widening. "You think so?" she asked, looking over her shoulder to meet his smile with hers. "It's a very beautiful way of braiding. I'm glad you like it too. Guess that means I should wear it more often." Everything to catch the eye of her bastard prince. She liked showing off for Erik.

As the last braid falls loose and Ember's tail cascades in a waterfall of midnight black fur, Em gathered up the beads he'd collected and chained for her, setting them aside on the nightstand. She felt his lips on the side of her neck before she could turn back to him, coaxing a soft gasping breath from her as his lips left tingles of fire against her skin. Em sighed happily, her smile shifting into an amorous grin as a dainty paw lifts to caress his cheek before he can retreat. "The bonfire is very special to us. It's our biggest celebration, and we always go all out for it," she replied, leaning over to press her side closer to him. Half-lidded eyes glazed with desire and the wine looked into his smoldering fiery ones as she added, "You'll have to show me how your people party now." Still grinning with wanton need, Em happily leans herself into Erik's grasp, letting him pull her up onto the bed to join him, giggling all the while. Had Ember ever been as happy as she was when she was with Erik? Maybe it was the wine, but she couldn't recall any time.

On the bed with her hulking viking prince, Ember shifted herself around to lie with her belly pressed to him, facing him so she can bring her paws up to stroke over his broad chest, claws delicately tracing the lines of his muscles beneath his coat, gliding up to caress his jaw and cheeks. Em lost herself in Erik's eyes, unable to keep the big silly smile off her face while she leaned in to plant a slow, deep kiss to his lips, passion simmering as her mouth moved tenderly against his. Quiet needy whines escaped her, and Em's body pressed closer into his, yearning to be even closer still. Gods, she wanted him so badly! Parting their lips for just long enough to speak, the Carpathian princess whispered against his muzzle, "Don't you dare hold back." A simple request. Ember wanted all of Erik—all of him, exactly as he was. She still had more things she wanted to talk to him about, and something extremely important to give him, but more than anything she wanted her viking right now.


"Ember & Erik"