Deepwood Weald Moon, you want to be a mother [M]

This wasn't a practice run. This was the real deal. She could finally become pregnant by his seed, spawn the heirs they desired, the souls they would shape. And all while being the king and queen of their small but powerful kingdom. She trusted their members, trusted they would put the pack before their own just like their leading pair would. Survive, strive, become a force to be reckoned with. All the doors were open and there was no going back.

She felt him enter her and saw stars dance across the inside of her lids, his crescent moon eyes giving her the feeling she was being watched. She wanted to be seen by him like this, wanted all of his attention on her for the coming week. One time was a gamble after all, the more they'd do it, the higher the chance would be that she would really become pregnant. The young Nyx would become a mother. perhaps even a grandmother someday. She moaned the pleasures of both their interaction and her thoughts away, burying herself into his soft fur and feeling like jelly for him to play with. She nibbled on his skin, pressed kisses when her teeth became tired, squirmed and made sure he knew she was enjoying it all.