Moonspear prodigy

Alaric was a male of many facets. He sought pleasure where pleasure was and had learned that sometimes the anticipation was the perfect intro to anything. And it was so now. Her scent all sround them. Here on the mountain, rushing water. It was perfect.

Elentari had come to him before anyone else. Indeed a great honor. And thus far she was proving what she had said in the darkness of his Ulaq to be true. He also knew that she'd seek others. Which filled his blood and thoughts with a fierce feeling of competitiveness.

A soft gasp of surprise as she caught his ear. Followed with a grin of mischief. The water clung to every curve and line of the beautiful woman in front of him. 

He followed behind her, making sure to drag legs and chest through the water. Dipping muzzle and head down and back up, water steaming down head and neck. He sought her out and invaded her space. Searching her face. Blue eyes aglow with droplets of water lining her lashes. 

He peppered kisses down one side of her face and neck into the other. Paying close attention to a spots he knew he could ring a reaction out of her.