Will You Accept My Love Again?

The sounds of a she-wolf panting were all that Bane heard, never mind his own heavy breaths. Nothing about him didn't matter after they were done. Knowing that her toes were flexing and her body quaking in the afterglow of climax was all that he wanted besides coaxing the rising burn during their actions into a peak. Bane fought his way to that shared point with caresses of his forelegs along her hips and the kneading of his teeth in the scruff of her neck alongside the obvious stimulation. Simultaneous enjoyment was what Bane strived for each time they mated to symbolize their union. Tahlia could say for him to go do something after all was said and done and he would simply go do it. It was a treat to do what Tahlia's said after letting him take her up the mountain. Like their time by the river before Ebony. She had wanted him that morning. And four times he'd been more than pleased to send their hearts racing with the peak of physical union between lovers as they had stolen the dawn away together. Because she had wanted it so. Away from any responsibility other than to satisfy one another. Bane felt that this was one of those times after what had happened between them.

His one good eye gave a slow blink when she licked him. New purpose in its milky gaze. A paw was reached over and touched her right shoulder, both of their eyes free of the freshly kneaded and churned dirt to stare at one another, the sky at the corner of his eye through the shielding tree branches. And they would block them from the world for a little longer, Bane's intention probably realized by Tahlia with the continuous growl that suddenly bubbled up naught but a few moments after recovering and gathering themselves up again. The male's intention was clear, and he wasn't hiding it. The resting forepaw of the male skewed and dug into the fur if her shoulder, worn limbs bringing him over her. Claws and teeth would urge that she quickly lay upon her back, Bane taking a step back to firmly grip her throat as he adjusted his hips and shuffled forward to began. Jaws left her throat, the tip of his muzzle tilting as he pressed himself against her, tongue intruding past her fangs as he squeezed his eyes shut.

The lustful actions were a little more rough and urgent than before. Time was precious for the two pack wolves. But it had been enough time without anyone stumbling across them the first time, and that was more than reason enough for Bane to assume their luck would hold for the second. With skill, his muzzle pressing as firmly as his hips, kept her quiet from whatever noises she was trying to voluntary or involuntary vocalize. The more sound she made the more firmly Bane preformed, muzzle tilted against hers to press his tongue into his mate's maw. Tahlia would lose this battle she warred with his body. The grey wolf trailed his muzzle against her cheek and neck, continuously rumbling to keep her all the more quiet from his actions. And after another moment of continuous and unbridled movement he made them share a flow of ecstasy, leaving another burn in her belly as they stayed in the union of one flesh. Bane's limbs shook and he collapsed, waiting the moments with tense anticipation before their bodies finally freed up. They were muzzle to muzzle, the male drawing back, rapid, heated breathes washing over his mate's face. Words... he didn't have any words. Beyond speechless by the satisfied lust that hazed his mind.

The pale wolf adjusted himself atop Tahlia, forepaws roaming under the she-wolfs neck to tilt her head back, exhausted nibbles and licks being traced up her throat. "Mhmm... Tell me how that was for an apology and reconciliation." With an agonizingly slow roll Bane eased himself off and slumped onto his Talutah scarred side, just trying to catch his breath. "..... when's your bleeding season again? Might want to set aside a few days for your needs when the time comes for the ripe days to conceive young." The paling grey wolf raggedly breathed into an ear. Such a fire they had revived with the physical side of their relationship with what had happened, and neither wind nor rain nor fire itself would ever put it out. His tongue lapped at the side of her jaw. "If you wanna gave a go at me like you first wanted I won't complain." Bane was... exhausted at this point. But if Tahlia wanted a more he'd be more than willing to let her perform.