Stirring the Embers of Desire

Bane rubbed a paw along Tahlia's lower back just a bit above her tail, warmth transferring back and forth between their intimate bodies. He smiled wider when his mate dug her head into his throat snuggled up against the pale fur of his pelt, and he wrapped himself all the tighter around the she-wolf because of it. Tahlia spoke that soon she could try to come back if she didn't get caught up in pack life that had, while not entirely unjust, separated them from each other. Still, the elder wolf would miss his mate dearly, the bond he felt with her was a painful ache in his heart when she was away. Tahlia and Bane simply had to be together.

Tahlia mumbled her desire to be with him against his neck. Bane rested his chin further atop her head in a gesture of comfort. "I wish you could stay here like this with me forever. And we would never have to eat, never sleep or drink. It could just be us together alone. We could just fill up this want for each other constantly." Tahlia's forehead was licked a few times when she spoke of Seracia. Damn that pack. Damn it all. She mentioned her fishing and how he used to intrude upon her work. A smile surfaced and his mood brightened immediately. They could still remember the good times. At least they had those. Bane had bodily asked his mate a few more times to enjoy one another, and she had let him. It's all Bane knew how to deeply love his mate and he worried that maybe it was getting a bit excessive. But they hadn't been by themselves in months.

Making up for lost time now? Perhaps. Bane just didn't want Tahlia stray from him while they were separated. Lots of scents came from mating, and all the wolves in Seracia would know that he was still hers after she left. There was a saying, that good things came in threes. Bane wouldn't mind making Tahlia believe those words for today, and so he stopped the sensual licking that had been going on for the past few moments and drew back to whisper in an ear. "I'm gonna say this Tahlia, good things come in three's." The elder wolf looked down at her, the smile slowly getting wider across his muzzle.

And with that Bane brought his pale paws underneath him and stood to saunter around behind Tahlia with a playful paw rubbing against her flank to make her stand. The twice-banished brought himself up on his mates back and took ahold of her blood streaked neck scruff. Gingerly, he hooked his paws around Tahlia's hips and gave a shuffle of his hind legs. Bane fully joined with his mate physically... emotionally, and he began to move. He took it slow, steady; made it last. For if good things came in three's, he was going to make the last one go on for a long time.