Fancy meeting you here

His smile didn't last long, it pulled into a frown when he found out that she was a slave. Ah, but that was the name of the game. She had always been one, for her whole life. She knew nothing else, she hadn't been able to expand from it. When he was asked what kept him here, she ended up blinking up at him, finding herself having to bite back the tears that threatened to build in her eyes. Damn emotions. Stupid Winter. But she had never been wanted before, not in this way. To actually be wanted and craved, now that was something new. He stepped closer to her, his form towering over her. Instead of shying away like she usually did, her nose sought comfort in his bulky chest. He was bigger now, more filled out. He was hardly the boy she had met all those nights ago, now he was becoming a man.

She could feel the hunger in his eyes, and being used to being the slave and willing one she nuzzled deeper into his fur, placing a soft nip there. She felt that she was able to be more bold with Colten, to come out of her shell more and play a bit of the sexual roll. She never thought that she was much to look at, but she had more experience over Colten. Well, kinda. Being with him was only the third time she had ever been joined by another. The first two had been with the man she thought loved her, and that is when her babies were born, and shortly murdered. After that she was kind of sworn off of it, hiding herself away from everyone during winter. But in Alacritia, it was different. She found Sibelle, who had given her a home. Then she found Colten, and now here she was in the pack that he called home. Letting out a soft sigh she felt her body yearn for him again, none of the anger and hostility there that had been there during their first meeting. Now she was more than willing, almost expecting of it. For such a young man he had an awful lot of angst.

Picking up a single dainty paw she rested it lightly on his own, a whine of pure need slipping from her mouth. She craved his touch again, and was even looking forward to see if he would be rough again. That bite he held on her scruff last time still ran through her mind, the very place tingling now at the thought. She may be getting hold, but she still had a paw-full of years left. She hadn't given up hope, there were still years of fight left within her.