Hideaway Strath [M] How loud are the drums of war

Kyn eyes her down shamelessly and smirks as she presses her body close to him. Mingling their scents and rubbing against him in a way that seems oh so teasing. She’s definitely one of the most beautiful wolves he’s met; dark fur and those white-blue eyes. The other most beautiful wolf is Simmik of course, but they’re both so drastically different he can’t help but be mesmerized by her. 

When he’d grabbed her scruff in his mouth roughly, teasingly, he can feel her body shiver like a leaf in pure ecstasy. She’s so absolutely hungry for him all the time it’s mind baffling and he can’t find it in himself to complain. Even as she tilts her head up and snatches up his own nape in those sharp, pearly-white teeth of hers. It makes lust spark all throughout his body and he growls into her neck. He can feel her fangs piercing his skin and blood seeping from the wound. He tightens his own hold on her momentarily as she does so before releasing her when her tongue laps over the puncture holes. Without him knowing also covering her own leathery nose in his blood to smell it more throughly.

The roughness that their coupling has always held makes Kynareth hungry for her, anticipating that possessive, breath taking feeling he has when he takes her. So as she whispers in his ear, they thick cartilage shifts in her direction. He smirks devilishly and shifts his head to bite and nip at her own nape, trailing up to her ear. 

“It seems you’re not the only one, princess.” He purrs to her. “You’re absolutely intoxicating. I can hardly hold myself back.” 

As he says it, he punctuates it by showing her just what he means. His upper lip snarls slightly as he snatches her scruff up once more and moves into position. Slotting his massive body on top of her much smaller one as he prepares to take her. Their coupling would be rough and frantic. Needy and hot as they both got what they wanted from another.