Everything he once stood for was behind him. Now there was only one that kept him going and that was his promise to Hydra. Things had developed in ways he never expected coming to the mountains but once more he burned with the inner fire of a warlord, the seething rage he felt toward the ally of the saints was only tempered by the fact that he felt unsure about Donovan. He made his way through the canyon and into the fields of cacti and flowers spotting the stripped form on the man he'd been seeking out and gave a quick chuff to grab the man's attention so he could figure out how to make his move a slow smirk forming on his maw as he swept his eyes over the large mixed blood. It was easy enough to find him attractive but he had no idea how to sweet talk anyone or how to go about the entire matter he was hoping to use to get the Leader's interest. Keeping the smirk in play he lifted silver eyes to gold and crept closer with a friendly wag of his tail "Are you headed somewhere?" 

As expected the man turned eyes that swept over him in a much more schooled manner. He wasn't a stranger to those looks but rarely did it rouse any interest. The quickening of his heart and a fleeting warmth in his groin was selcouth he froze to process the sensations. This was meant to be his game, the best performance of manipulation he could manage mad yet his body was rebelling. His pupils expanded just a touch and he sucked in a quick breath as Donovan inched closer the warmth burning hotter between his legs "Yeah" Was all he could muster the pubescent mid-deepened voice coming out in a rough gravel showing how flustered he was before he moved in. His eyes never leaving Donovan's face he pressed his ears to his head to display his lack of threat and slowly leaned in to whisper against the fur of the large man's neck remembering the slight shiver it had caused when Praimfaya had some so  "You have a reputation for seduction" he prayed that the hint would be enough and pulled back his heart hammering in his chest for while he was trying to play it smooth he had never had sex and he was scared. With rounded eyes and aspectabund viridity time seemed to slow around him as he lost focus on why exactly he was doing this and more on the fact that he didn't care about his body and what he did to it now that Clay was gone. If sex was good then why should he not have it? 

It was purely instinct now.
The rush of breath had him draw his face away to glimpse the hungry, heavy lidded expression he was being given. A lump rose in his throat but not caused by sadness, this time it was as he watched the man lick his lips. The purring tone was very different from the snake-like tone he'd caught in Vengeance and Abaddon, this time it sounded genuine. The knowledge that he (a virgin) had wound up such a strong warrior brought that slow burning warmth to a simmering fire and he gave a soft growl meeting the lustful gaze for a moment before pushing closer and sliding around the side his body slowly rubbing against his so that the both of them could feel the muscles along the other "The one I wanted to give myself to is dead. I'm pent up, untouched and you're my leader who is experienced" while his words were dark and factual, not the sexiest he finished by nuzzling at the base of Donovan's spine just above his tail before quickly slipping around toward the front not wanting to appear as if he was taking control. Standing mere inches away and holding his muzzle close to Donovan's cheek he nodded "Please. Show me what it's like. If it's your thing we can talk more afterward" he shifted uncomfortably feeling himself growing between his legs and embarrassed at the fact. 

"you're mine"

the whisper of the prince's voice was just a fleeting thought in his brain that slipped away the second the hummed agreement was uttered and Kynareth's tongue found it's way to the shell of his ear eliciting a small gasp . As the striped brute lapped and nibbled down his body the touches created a feeling unlike anything he'd experienced and he found himself without control over the way his muscles quivered beneath Kynareth's fangs and tongue. Turning to watch partially to learn from this and because he found the sight of the most powerful man in the pack with his mouth upon him to be arousing, a low rumble of encouragement audible though he shifted his hind legs apart with a stiffness hinting at the remaining nervousness.
Then the grandmaster pushed his muzzle under his tail the sensations unexpectedly delightful which caused a sharp whine to leave his maw. For the touch starved virgin the experienced tongue work had him losing his senses already his eye drooping half shut trying to find something to say that would provoke the man further. Deep in the throes of a new pleasure the only thing that slipped out was a thick, gravelly uttered "oh shit"  as he found himself wriggling back against the man forgetting ninety percent of the reason he'd started this. 

Blown.

That was the word he would use to describe the way he felt having no word to fit the description of glorious sensation. His breath grew shallow and though he was good at hiding that the rapid rise and fall of his sides would betray him enough to the powerful man devouring a place Valour wouldn't have imagined being worth interest. "Dona-" the request to give him just a moment to process was cut short by something warm and wet and he almost yelped the sensation that caused a bucking of his hips and a cry that he wouldn't be surprised echoed through the canyons. Struck dumb he stood frozen and catching his breath his ears flattened back and his muscles tensed back up at the mounting.

Pupils blown to discs with arousal it was then that Valour turned his lips twitching up instinctively, the feeling of someone on top of him registering as a threat but as silver met gold he was held trapped by the way Donovan looked at him. Nobody had ever looked at him with that much desire before all he could do was nod and fall into the role that suited his inexperience widening his stance under the large man "Ready..please" the plea was tossed in both due to the craving for more of the overwhelming sensations and the fact that he still remembered he was supposed to butter Donovan up, only now he wanted it to keep that strange, hungry look in the striped brute's hawkish gaze. 

The first push and he felt Donovan inside of him, the sensation not exactly comfortable but drawing a sound that was breathy enough for Valour to feel a wave of embarrassment. It was the way Donovan groaned behind him, the sound...the man was completely losing himself in a pleasure Valour's body brought. It was a powerful sensation and though his heart hammered he allowed the shiver that ran down his spine to rock him back against the man just as he pushed forth. Choking on a hoarse moan his silver eyes stared wide ahead of him as the discomfort gave way to something indescribable. Arching his spine to press closer to the magnificent beast on top of him he turner his cheek in what was a mindless moment, nuzzling into the fur of Donovan's neck as the man whispered words that nobody had ever said to him. This was absolute Nirvana, for not only had Valour never been fucked by kind words were rare to come by much less sweet little murmurings for his ear only. Then with one tilt of his hips the right way Donovan struck something within him that brought a cry definitely heard around the canyon. Throwing his hips back with a wild rock an almost feral growl left his maw "Please Donovan again"  his voice had dropped about five octaves and sounded wrecked, the pleading words something he'd cringe at when remembering but for now he wanted that explosion of mind rocking pleasure again...and again.