third times the charm

All of Stolas' life he had struggled to find the place where he felt he belonged. In Ashen, he had felt like an outcast, left alone to his own devices and studies. With Fiametta, he had been abandoned and treated as nothing but a toy for her to use and discard when she was done with him. On his own, he was a nobody—a fallen prince with no home to go to and no family to find solace in. But with Widow... he felt like he was finally whole. He was who he was meant to be; where he was meant to be. He felt like he was home. She was the only one who had seen him for who he was and wants him for himself and not his family name or his bloodline. Gazing into those molten pools of silver, Stolas could feel the gnawing hunger in his belly, a carnal ache of primal instincts that demanded to be slaked and to sate her heat. He wanted her. He really wanted her. And it seemed she desired the same thing.

Stolas watched with as Widow rolled onto her back, presenting all of herself to him. His lecherous eyes roamed unabashedly down her svelte body, devouring her with his gaze as it lingered on the most intimate parts of his Queen. An eager grin slowly made itself at home on his muzzle, his bushy tail beginning a reflexive wag of excitement while she coaxed him in with that innocent, vulnerable look, giving all of herself over to him. She told him he'd better get started, and he couldn't have agreed more! Shifting his body so he could climb atop of her, Stolas positioned himself and settled his hips in between her thighs with a little wiggle, hind paws braced and forepaws resting on either side of Widow's body, pinning her with a possessive lust beneath him. His hips shifted forward, pushing her hind legs up around his waist as he began grinding his arousal against hers ever so slowly to tease and tempt her with what was coming. He loved winding her up in the bedroom and seeing the growing need in her eyes. He wouldn't keep her waiting long though; Stolas needed this as badly as she did.

Holding her gaze with his so he could watch those glorious expressions of hers as he claimed her, Stolas pressed himself into her, and with a heated gasp the Goetia prince and the Nightwing queen were conjoined. "Widow...!" Stolas' mouth hung open in breathy groans as he sank into his wife's heated core, feeling her surround his every inch, smoldering gray eyes rolling as the pleasure washed over him. Gods, Widow was amazing in bed...! And somehow, knowing that this mating would be a breeding as well somehow made the act all the hotter for the dire brute. There was something especially primal and carnal knowing he was going to fill his wife with his children tonight. Stolas' body quivered, his muscles flexing and tensing as he slowly filled Widow, his movements beginning slow and steady, yet with even strength to push her body back and forth across the blankets, making love to his queen until she asked for more from him—then he'd let his beast loose for her.

"Stolas"