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Like a parasite it had leeched itself to her, both empowering her and draining her. It filled her with a dark rage, and it burned in her belly. She had an itch she couldn't quite scratch and though she hadn't fully worked out everything between her and Drashiel and merging their empires- she would call for him. Her summons would be loud, and powerful- and they would demand his presence. Her tail would lash behind her- she'd left Greek behind, and he hadn't really wanted to be witness to what she sought. She knew Drashiel would be able to smell her heat when he drew close, and her violet eyes darkened with lust as she waited for him. Perhaps he could ease the ache within her womb, and within her mind. She'd snap into the air- her teeth audibly closing as she impatiently waited for him. She rolled her shoulders, her claws digging into the ground. Would he give into her? Would he claim her? Would he ease the fire within her? Greek Speak -- Roman Speak

Drashiel lay stretched out across a snow drift, his lithe, muscular form stretching as he stirred from his nap.  He was still getting settled into his roll as part of the new lead pair of Regium.  In some ways it felt strange to be back in the terra he'd grown up in but on the other paw it seemed as if fate had slowly brought him to where he needed to be.  And what bliss?!  What perfection!  To be in love with a woman like Roman and to be ruler of a pack with her.  The pair of them carrying on the Armada name.  They would indeed mold this pack into a force to be awed.  And where was his Queen this luscious winter night?  The full moon burned bright and silver in the sky and his emerald eyes ravenously devoured that light.

Roman called out and Drashiel was on his feet, shaking out the snow.  The call was demanding.  Whatever his Queen needed to speak with him about it was of the utmost importance.  His pace slowed as she came into view and her scent stuck him suddenly, the heady scent of heat.  It nestled in his stomach, burning white hot.  His thighs flexed just slightly at the thought of reveling in her form, drowning in her light.  His eyes blinked slowly as he grinned.  Drashiel moved toward, his body shifting languidly as reached out to lick the right side of her neck, just underneath her jaw line.  He reached out to whisper in her ear.

"My darling, Queen.  You seem tense… let me help you ease that tension?"



"Speech"

Her claws furiously sank into the earth as she clawed at it, her heart racing in her chest. What was taking him so long... Finally, she could scent his musky scent- and she took in a deep breath, as he approached her. He moved with such grace- the trait that was known explicitly to their bloodlines.  She felt a ripple of d e s i r e flood through her, as his tongue languidly traced her jawline. His words sent shivers up her spine, and she turned her violet gaze towards him, a wry smile pulling at her jaws. Her hips leaned to rub against his- and she chuckled, her voice hoarse as she spoke. "Drashiel...." She rumbled.  She tilted her head, to nip at his neck slightly, her persistence mouth seeking his fur- his skin, she needed to taste him. Ecstasy filled her veins, and she could feel energy coiling in her belly. She leaned forward slightly, shuffling in her discomfort. She was near begging him to release the need within her. "Are you wolf enough to ease it?" She taunted, her voice saucy, though her eyes betrayed her need. She didn't want to beg him, perhaps she could turn it into a sort of dare.  Greek Speak -- Roman Speak

He breathed in her scent til he felt drunk on it.  He loved that scent, the way it caused electricity to race through is whole body, filling him with tell tale warmth.  They'd exchanged words as true as any vows, they had pledged themselves to each other so what harm was there in partaking of each others bodies?  She was ravished with heat and the King had no intention of denying her desires or his own. Surely she felt the same?  Surely he would not deny her?  The taste of her flesh on his tongue… he wanted MORE.

Her jewel-toned eyes met his as she moved to brush her hips against his and Drashiel grinned.  Oh what sweet torture was this?  He wanted to devour her right on the spot and yet he wanted to draw the moment out, make it last for eternity.  Roman's mouth found his flesh an he nearly purred in pleasure.  

Drashiel chuckled at her question.  "My Beautiful Queen…. I would move the moon if it would ease your vision of the sky.  I am more than wolf enough." He moved behind her, letting his body drag sensually against hers.  He would become the eclipse and cover her moonlight frame as the two of them flared red with passion.

-fade to black-


"Speech"

This talk and banter was torture for her- she wanted him. No she needed him. As he moved along side her- another shiver of desire rocked through her body. His words brought a coy smile to her lips and she uttered one phrase. "Prove it." As he moved behind her, she rocked herself back against him, a whine leaving her jaws as he felt him move. They had sworn their love- she had a king and she needed him to prove his king status to her- she needed him to claim her soul and most importantly in this moment- her body.  In the seconds coming- she realized that she hadn't responded to Drashiel with fear. If Faust had taught her anything- he'd taught her that when there was passion and love behind it- mating didn't have to end in pain. With a soft sigh of ecstasy, she would push against her King and let him claim her.  -fade to black-  Greek Speak -- Roman Speak