Dawnlark Plains It isn't what it seems

that's fine! i'm a rusty af at writing sex posts though, as a fair warning, lmao.

there was a very grey area that existed between the moralities of right and wrong for wintersbane and that'd always been the area of life he'd chosen to operate in. that murky grey area where morals were fast and loose and changed depending on the situation, the day or even his mood. rules were meant to be broken and new ones forged — as the sotaherra of a foundling pack, well, making the rules was a freedom he'd have trouble surrendering.

each rock of his hips against her's in the steady rhythm he'd found draws satisfied after satisfied whine from her and it is music to his ears, each whine an encouragement heard even over the steady thrum of the war drum that is his heart. is that all you got? she teases him and his grip upon her scruff tightens in response. he reminds himself that he doesn't have to be as gentle with her as he had with relmyna; and hopes that with a some experience under his belt that he'll last longer this time than he had the first couple of times with his dark priestess lover.

wintersbane's grip tightens upon elixir's hips and his pace quickens, breath spilling between his lips in quick and shallow pants.