Swiftcurrent Creek [m] Atlantic

Njal's hips rolled with a heightening frequency, becoming more and more aggressive as he claimed his wife in the way only a husband could. Beneath the carnal desires laid a foundation of love, a partnership that had endured more than a third of Tuwawi 's life. She didn't think of it now, too distracted by the passion fire and mountain factured, but it was this love that allowed their desires to see fruition, and would walk them through a prosperous spring and summer if Njal's blessing was to take hold in her womb.

However, any consequences from their union was a thought far off. Njal's fangs pressed hard into his ember's skin as hot air seethed between his fangs. A wanton groan eeked from Tuwawi's throat, pressure continuing to build. Their cadence became more rapid and violent as they moved in tandem with one another. Eventually, Njal's grip loosed on her scruff, his body refocusing, as his limbs clasped her waist with a tightening urgency. His thrusts became shorter and more rapid as his muscles tensed. A gruff noise rippled from his chords before Njal called to the air when he reached capacity. Tuwawi's back dipped as the lovers pressed together for the final time, euphoria overwhelming her body and mind in ways she never knew possible. The sounds of Njal's lovemaking, and his undulating touch, was enough to send her over the edge. Like cup filled to the brim, she spilled over as a climax wracked her figure, body twitching and convulsing as she struggled to stay up on jellied legs. A satisfied sound slipped from her maw as she experienced this new thrill, heart pounding as she was possessed by it.

Slowly, they descended from the high. The two lovers remained tied at the sex as Njal draped atop her, spent. Warm puffs of air brushed against the back of her saliva-covered nape. Tuwawi's head swam as she tried to absorb exactly what just happened, a certain amount of shock mixed into the potent brew. It was not enough to dissuade the thought that she wanted more of it; addicted to this lovemaking... and it left her wondering why they had never attempted to conceive before. The want in her eyes failed to cool as her head turned 'round to regard Njal laying there, gaze telling him that they were not through just yet. During his absence her need for him, physically and emotionally, had become great; and now, as if she had found the key to the universe, she was unwilling to let him go.

They shared a look, knowing each other inside and out, and Tuwawi could tell that she was not alone in this mindset; equally desirous. A high whine warbled now, overjoyed to have been finally taken by her northern man. The red moon's glow was now more vivid than before, and the wilding she-wolf was eager to continue feeding her ravenous appetite.

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