Swiftcurrent Creek [m] Atlantic

The Sveijarn wife allowed herself to be mounted by Njal without objection, body more than willing perpetuate their sensuality. She became breathless as he slipped nearer, well wrought arms hugging her lissome sides with vigor and purpose. Again, they assumed the position of intoxicated lovers. Attraction and desire netted their embrace as they became drunk, steeped in effervescent pleasures wracking their more tender parts. Njal's barrel-chested front slung across her back and withers as he rocked frenetically, her body nearly too short to support the mountain-esque northerner. Though, she knew he would not complain... for his raucous voice made it clear he was infatuated.

Tuwawi's ears cupped backwards to listen to his heated sounds, her body shuddering with each rhythmic pulse. Never did she think this act would be so wonderfully intimate... an honor reserved for those faithful and devout. Her sooty tail brushed against his haunch as Njal's muscles tensed with his high, body becoming rigid in bliss. Shortly after, the pair became welded together by nature's design, and Tuwawi wiggled free from her husband's arms. Yet, as she had already experienced, they remained tied at the rear as time demanded many minutes to confirm Njal's seed was the only sown.

The ember's heavy breathing calmed itself, a quiet serenity enveloping both wolves. Every now and then she'd turn to him, but not completely, as her mind wove wonderful things. It was difficult to not imagine tiny Palestrikes and Proudhearts dozing in their den, or playing wildly in the shallow sections of the creek. For now these images remained only dreams, soon to be fulfilled. Eventually, Tuwawi and Njal would be granted separation and the southern wife, now spent, would demand breakfast.

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