Bearclaw Valley [M] Ursa Major

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Dawn broke, bathing the valley in a soft, golden glow and when Ameline awakened, she felt as if she herself shimmered as well. Alongside her slept her mate, and when she gazed at his sleep-softened visage, she felt an urge she’d felt before- except now, it was much stronger. 

Almost aggressively she burrowed her muzzle into the crook of his neck, lifting his head with little bumps of her nose. She grumbled urgently, murmuring his name quietly at first- but decided immediately that she was being too gentle. 

”@Ancelin!” She barked suddenly.

the hunter's legs twitched, for in his dreams he chased a great black wolf through the primordial forest of bearclaw.
the beast turned sharply, raking at ancelin with sharp teeth and hard claws; white flashed, but it was not the harshness of pain, only a deep and thundering thrill —
"— huh!? what!?" he mumbled in alarm, on his feet with hackles bristling before he was even able to fully open his eyes. he stared off in all directions, blinking rapidly with a steady growl growing in his chest.

His bewilderment merited a smug smile from her. She felt only the tiniest bit bad for waking him from whatever dream he’d been having, and for causing him alarm- but she knew she had good reason. 

”I need you awake,” She said, her heart racing. ”An’ I’m gonna keep you awake for…Ath long ath it taketh,” She purred, pressing her shoulder into his chest. 

She had wondered how differently she might feel- or if there was a chance she might completely miss it altogether- but now, she knew; she burned.

there was something different about her eyes, some changed sheen, some heated core. whatever it was, ancelin was highly suggestible, already being one-track-minded when it came to ameline anyway.
"oh yeah?" he growled, nipping possessively at her throat and letting their legs twine together. his indigo eyes smouldered into that of her own, with a marrow-deep love as well as a conflagration of building desire.
"best two out of three?" he joked, laughing in spite of himself while, maybe in truth, a lewd sense of competition brewed inside his veins.

She desired the challenge in his tone, savoured it, and nurtured it like loosing lighter fluid into a flame. Like two vines they twined together, ankle over ankle, chest into shoulder, growing stronger with every twist and turn of the stem.

 ”Betht theven out of ten,” She said, baring her teeth in a wolfish grin that threatened to devour him should he not immediately devour her.

seven out of ten? ancelin's groin ignited and his mind fell quite helplessly away; he grabbed for her. if she darted, he would keep upon her trail, obsessed, until he found her again.
when they both could wait no longer, he sweetened their embrace with a connecting heat that drove a primal sound deep from his throat into the waiting trees.
ravens rose, cawing.

A feral growl bubbled up from her throat as he clasped her with his strong, grappling arms, and she writhed against him only to find that rather than feeling the need to bolt, she simply couldn’t get close enough to him. Tongue flicked across bared gums as she jockeyed for their position and when they came together, she echoed his cry with a gasp. 

No birds remained within earshot by the time she slumped to the ground, smiling and chuckling with what little breath she had left.

ameline's pretty nape was ruffled by ancelin's own warm panting. he lay next to her, tucking himself close, an arm over her waist.
these acts of loving desire were familiar by now in a way that only made him marvel at the fact there was more to experience with her.
kinda-sorta aware of what was going on, but too completely consumed by ameline to do more than anything she wanted for as long as she wanted, ancelin licked the back of her ear in contented silence.

Her nerves buzzed: awakened, satisfied, and needy. She mouthed at him and resisted the incessant, insane urge to bite him harder. She uttered a faint whine as he licked her ear, her lips pulled taught in an stress-smile as she tilted her head back to peer at him, whale-eyed.

”I dunno if it feelth any diffuhrent to you, but,” Her eyes rolled back as they slid shut. The corners of her lips relaxed and her brow smoothed. A shudder shook her, and she elbowed her way closer to his chest with a greedy chuckle. ”It’th like…Nothin’ I evuh felt before,” She said- proud of them both for discovering such ecstasy.

"yes. it's more intense." and there were probably a hundred other synonyms, but he chose not to use any of them. intense was it; for the feeling under his skin, for the way his heart thudded when he wrapped her closer, for the way his body responded to hers with an awesome quickness.
"i love you," ancelin finally chose to say, nosing along the back of her nape, where he did bite her, a controlled nip that conveyed maybe just a bit of his own heavy sentiment.

It pleased her to know that it felt even better for him as well. There was certainly a different hunger in his eyes and vigour in his movements now that she was able to conceive. How long it would last, she didn’t know- but greedily she would savour every moment of it. 

”I love you too,” She said, pulling him close. She would lean into his fur, preen it gently for a little while, before whispering heated prompts to him again- and so they would spend the next few days, rarely apart, constantly reaching for one another as young lovers will.