Moonspear prodigy

Alaric had shared more with the Archer than most. And perhaps he wanted to repay her for listening so well or even perhaps. For trying.

A twist of his ear. The heedy scent of her overwhelming. Encompassing. He had tasted the meal and was starving still.

A husky chuckle as her voice. A twist to pull her nearer. Keeping three paws firmly in the water. It was cold, but it was stoking that ever burn. Heat and cold mixing.

Mmm. I like it when you scream.

A shift and he nibbled shoulders, chest. Ear. Pulling her closer into his center of gravity. His own noises joining hers. He could be a silent lover or a noisy one, whichever she preferred.