*Set before the pack challenge*

With the sharing of a den, and their lives, Haydée has been growing much closer to Eltrys. Her day starts and ends with him and she really wouldn’t have it any other way. As they grow closer, the small woman finds herself wishing to explore the more intimate aspects of their budding relationship and, while El has never pushed her into anything (which Hay is extremely grateful for) she finds that her body is hungering to know him in a more biblical sense. But, with him showing no intent of moving on that front, she knows that she will need to be the one to initiate it.

Keeping that in mind, she had carefully cleaned their den when he went out to deal with pack duties and then set about making the atmosphere cozier. Candles dot the walls, casting a soft glow in their den and she had carefully gathered some herbs from the healers to place in different spots around the room. It fills the air with a sweet floral scent while also being mixed with calming herbs because, if she was being absolutely honest, she is nervous. While this might be a natural act, the next step in the progression of their relationship, she has never laid with another wolf in a romantic way.

Fluffing up the furs that make up their bed, Haydée drapes her small form over them in a hopefully alluring way and waits for Eltrys appear, her heart beating painfully against her ribs as the minutes tick by.

"Haydée Kedieo"

Speech // thought

The days had grown... Strange, Beautiful, Wonderous? Eltrys walked the borders, patrolling and renewing his claim over their land. He found himself lingering over the stream, watching the water coil and twist and bubble. He loved her. Every time he thought of her he would think his heart might burst. Every night now, every night since the raid by the Hallows, they had shared the den. While she recovered, he would remain by her side more often than not. He no longer lingered outside to share the news, now he would lay closely next to her and listen to her breathe.

Her sweet demeanor and tenacious attitude had been the initial spark that had won him. Even in her darkest days, he knew that tenacious and sweet woman was still in there. There had been many a time as they started to coil together in sleep that he had felt himself want more. He would imagine running his claws gently through her fur just for the feel of it. His self-control was far too tightly held for him to lose control or force himself on her. No. If she was so inclined he would need her to make the first move. But by the gods and the winds he wanted her.

After a few more check-ins on various projects, he heads back to the den. The calming herbal scents give him pause as the smells waft from the doorway. He didn't remember those there before... He pushed the doorway in and to his surprise discovered the room softly lit with a myriad of candles and the herbal decor the reason the olfactory sensors had been piqued.

His gaze takes in the room with surprise, but as they finally find the orchestrator of this endeavor his lips softly part in awe. Carefully lain over the bed her petite body is strewn alluringly. His heart thrums against his chest as he stands somewhat dumbfounded in the doorway.

"What's all... this about?" He asked softly, not daring to assume but... hoping all the same.

Heart thunders in her breast as she lays drapped across the furs, waiting for the familiar sound of his pawsteps on the tunnel floor. When she hears him approaching, Haydée’s heart flutters and her stomach leaps up into her throat but all the fear melts away when his earthen form appears. He stands in the doorway taking her and the romantic atmosphere in and her smile quirks into something more humorous as she calmly awaits him.

When he finally speaks, a laugh, light and musical, fills the air and she stands, making her way over to the stone statue that is Eltrys. One small paw lifts, reaching up to cup his cheek and pull his maw down to her so that she can capture his lips with her own and her eyes slide close. Passion burns in the deep kiss and she parts her lips to allow her tongue to slide out and attempt to pry open his own maw so she might dance it along the inside of his mouth.

Heat floods her body, heightening her senses and fills Haydée with the raw lust she had so carefully stowed away for so long. As her mouth works, that small paw on his cheek moves, gently chasing the lines of his muscles on the side of his neck down to his shoulder and leg. Only when they separate to breathe does she open her eyes and chuckle warmly, softly saying, “I love you Eltrys and I want to share the rest of my life with you. But right now, I want to share myself with you.”

Hoping that he finally understands, Hay slowly guides him toward the furs, ready to explore his body more fully and much more slowly.


"Haydée Kedieo"

Her laugh is infectious, a smile breaks over his maw as he is enthralled. His glacial eyes watch her every step toward him. His breath gathers in his chest as she comes closer. He softly leans into her cupped paw on his cheek and lets her gather him in to kiss. He is surprised by the thrum and electricity that courses through him as she parts his lips with her tongue. He feels her against his teeth and he can't help the low pleasant rumble escape his throat as he presses into this new sensation. His lips grasp at hers as he attempts to return that playful tongue over her teeth.

His skin shivers under her delicate touch, tracing lines down his neck like rivers over the side of a mountain. His opposite paw comes up to gently clasp against her cheek, deepening the kiss and losing his breath in her. A fire he had so carefully tended engulfed him with elated prickles along every point of contact between them. He never knew his body would respond so quickly and fervently to her attentions.

He pants as she pulls away, everything in him is pushing him forward to envelope her, to run headlong into their foray. Her spring green eyes meet his and Eltrys would swear his heart skipped a beat.

She leaves nothing to chance, and her mood and intentions become abundantly clear as she softly expresses how she wants to share herself with him. He catches his heated breath as he allows her to gently lead him to the bed.

He descends onto the furs, letting her pull him down to meet her. He lifts one paw to brush along her soft cheek. Hope in every fiber of his being as he nervously asks her,

"You're absolutely certain? Haydee, I -" He slides his paws down her shoulders and to her waist, his words lost in the sight of her, "- I have... waited so long..." He gently pulled her paw up and pressed his lips to it, "So long for a place to worship..." He pulled her closer to him, a paw pressed gently against the small of her back as his nose became buried in her neck. He draws in the scent of her, "Haydee... I never craved attention until I tasted yours." He whispers into her fur, his eyes closed.


"Speech!"

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Her laugh brings a smile to his face and it feels like the sun breaking the horizon after a cold night. The kiss is deep and their tongues dance inside each other’s mouths, searching playing, melding their breathes until they are one being. Breaking the kiss, Haydée gasps for air as if she was drowning man just breaking the surface of water and heat floods every fiber of her. Every nerve is a light, the gentlest brush of his fur against her sending shivers of anticipation racing down her spine.

With a soft, yet firm, conviction she tells him what she wants, guiding him to their bed and melting down onto the furs so that he is positioned on top of her. His words pull that gentle laugh from her again and she slides those small paws gently over his board chest, her abdomen tightening as heat fills her groin as the building need stays barely contained. Yet she is gentle, reaching up to frame his face with her paws as she softly says, “El, I have never been more certain of anything in my life. Now stop being polite and show me your love.”

That musical laugh falls from her lips again and she pulls him toward her, gently placing kisses like butterflies along his chest as she goes. Laying on her back, full exposed for him, Haydée begins to gently administer to his needs, small paws finding his tightening abdomen as she traces her claws gently along the tender skin. Eyes bright with desire, she works.


"Haydée Kedieo"

Speech // thought

She encourages him over her. Her every tender touch a droplet of holy water running through his fur. A tightening of need blooms deep within him, fervently wanting to bring them together as a storm meets the waves of the sea. Her scent envelopes him.

She demands! Her musical laugh was the key to the doors of his wanting. Every fluttering kiss upon his broad chest sends his throat to rumbling low. His nose dives to hold it against her crown. To inhale her very essence. His growing need responds to her intimate work. His forelegs begin to tremble with the effort of holding himself back from diving too soon.

Show her... his love A paw meanders down her heated belly. To blindly tease and gently work her in return. He shivers.

His paws grasp her hips with a burgeoning grip. His claws were delicate as if she were enshrouded in the finest of silk. He plunged with the fiery urge to show her. Show her how much he needed her, show her how much he loved her, show her with every fiber of his being that there was no one else but her in his world. He melded them together, intent on bringing them to the edge of themselves. Losing himself in the rhythm. He welcomed her indelible mark upon his soul. Marked forever as hers.