Northstar Vale the path to paradise begins in hell

how does it always seem to come to this? this crescendo of unchained lusts? perhaps their fate sealed that night they shared with each other or perhaps it was some red string of fate that kept bringing them back and to here; and yet he cannot bring himself to care that this is by and far the unruliest initiation he's ever had at borders, nor that any of her wolves could stumble across them at any given time.

let them see.

decorum, clearly, wasn't apart of how he oft operated.

let them see the seduction of the fey queen, let them see the dismantling of the tundrian as she undoes him — as she has always done.

she moves from him and the chill rushes to press against where the warmth of her lingers. as if bound to her by invisible chain, wintersbane ghosts towards her. oh, i will certainly beg, wintersbane rumbles; black, leathery nostrils flaring to take in the intoxicating scent of arousal. her's, his. it doesn't matter. but only to hear my name coaxed from you. in the most delicious of sounds and ways.