Dawnlark Plains It isn't what it seems

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i wasn't sure about your comfort level with mature themes ama so i tried to keep it vague. writing mature themes doesn't bother me but i'm cool with simply fading to black too. :-)

elixir's body language does not give him any signs of hesitation now. if wintersbane were a man of many morals he might've felt bad about this — about wanting the wolfdog, of taking what she offers him when he had no right to. however, he liked to operate in that very grey area where morals were a suggestion as opposed to a strict guide. the part of his brain that is still able to cognitively think considers that he'd very much like to be a father and that if he ever aided in bringing kids into the world he'd like to have the chance to be a father. a chance he'd denied arturo. he'd never had a father figure and what he remembered of arturo is ...vague at best. he'd been closer to lotte, after all —

— she taunts him back and presses her rump against his chest and those thoughts were abruptly severed. who fuckin' cared? maybe it would lead to cubs and maybe it wouldn't. maybe that was the chance they were both willing to take. she wanted him and he wanted her so bad that he ached. he was sotaherra and he could do whatever the fuck he wanted.

he wanted her.

he rises onto his hind legs and draws her back into his embrace, forelegs hooking around her hips to press her into the cradle of his own, teeth seeking and grasping her scruff with a rapacious growl rumbling in his chest. for the moment he's a bit like prince paris of troy and she is his helen of sparta and she is not his wife, not even his lover but is stolen to his bed all the same.

thus far wintersbane has to admit that stolen things are the best because of that intoxicating and addicting taste of forbidden that lingers.