Hideaway Strath you were never meant to be a tragedy

Vein’s body thrummed with desire he could almost feel his skin vibrate where her body brushed against his. Her delicious words made him weak in his bones. He wanted nothing more then to take her and make her his. Despite his bravado and his easy confidence he truly was trying to fake until he could make it.

No male would admit, even to themselves, that they were not an experienced lover. And no matter how much he wanted to be, The truth was, though he could and would appreciate the warm curves of another wolf, he had never taken another, had never found someone that would accept him as he was. This had never bothered him before, he only ever needed the gods. This little spirit before him though, sang to his soul and swam through his veins.

His body slid over hers, the warm water rippling away from their bodies the sound becoming a song admits the echoing chamber. His muzzle searched through her rich damp white pelt for any sweet spot and when she twitched or shivered beneath his touch he’d deliver tender kisses and the gentlest of nips, he intended on driving her to madness as he explored her body slowly like the goddess she was. His auds perked to collect any sound she might offer him in guidance toward any particular sweet spot as he worshipped her body with the same reverence he showed the gods.


He went only as far as she’d let him go without pushing her for anymore.

did you want to end it here? or skip over the scene and continue. We can always make a new thread to ;) we need more of these two