Ravensblood Forest We appreciate power

As they’re hugged by the icy, crystalline water, they bask in each other’s presence. He continues his administrations on her body and she pulls back enough for her fiery orange eyes, which remind of him of the leaves in fall, to gaze back to his own. Her words rush through him and leave an excited vibration running down his spine somewhere less mentionable. Though her words then confuse him when she takes action to playfully nip at him then pound off into the water with naught a look back. 

When Simmik lifts her beautiful form out of the water, his coin gold hues follow the line of her back as her fur slicks to her skin. Water drips from her long, silky fur and he decides he can’t even take his eyes off of her. Then as she stands there in all her glory, practically looking like a goddess, her gaze finally meets his. A black tongue flicks out unconsciously and he exhales a breath at the obvious want in her expression, practically pulling him forth with her eyes. In almost no time she continues grooming herself teasingly, that’s his cue.

Obediently following in her paw steps, he takes the same path traveled. Eyes practically glowing and hooded, a pleasurable smile is rolling onto his handsome face. 

Finally his paws hit the air and his own body is sopping wet and dripping rivulets of water behind him as he makes his way towards the pale wolf. Craning his head closer to be level with her back, he allows his body so slide along her body as his nose follows the line of her spine. Reaching her neck he licks and bites once more and his breathe breathes hot against her ear as he speaks.

“Tell me what you want, darling.” He hums in a sultry tune in her ear. Then bravely he lifts his right paw to settle it on her back just behind her shoulders. All the while he teases the skin along her neck and jaw.

Her ears flicked in his direction as she heard him move through the water. She couldn't help but steal a glance at him once he was out; she knew she would find him soaked, his fur clinging to his muscles in the exact way she liked. She shamelessly watched his muscles bunch and relax as he walked towards her, her stomach tightening as he came up to her side. By now, her overwhelming need had made her skin more sensitive than ever, so when she felt his warm tongue on her neck, followed by the pleasurable sting of his teeth, she released a quiet, shuddering breath as her eyes closed. 

She felt him at her ear again, each warm breath sending tendrils of need down to her chest and stomach where they added to the burning. It was almost more than she could bear. So when he hummed his question against her ear, she shivered again. And then she felt the weight of his paw on her shoulders, her heart slamming against the sides of her chest in response as her breathing picked up again. She turned to look at him over her shoulder, her gaze hazy with need. I want you, was her response, the words just above a whisper. There was a vulnerability in her expression as the playfulness fell away with her admission. She didn't want to play anymore, not in the way they usually did; she wanted him in a way she had never wanted anyone else. Nothing else had progressed further than playful flirting. He had snuck in under her defenses somehow, and right now, she really didn't care. She just hoped he gave her what she so desperately wanted.

So idk if you’re okay with it but imma put detail into it unless you tell me not to haha ;D

The powerful words Simmik lets breeze past her lips, surely with much thought, hold no room to play in them. She’s deathly serious and his own heart beats wildly at what’s to come. He knows what she wants now and he has her full attention. He has her blessings to go forth with the pleasures of the flesh. And boy does he plan on it.

With a last devilish smile mixed with the heated fire that burns on his own eyes, he allows the heavy paw that perched behind her shoulder blades to fall to the ground. Perhaps she expected him just to mount her straight away, but no, he’s man of greater talents. Or he’s at least more than a quick fuck — something he doubts anyone enjoys.

So he disappears behind her point of view, of course unless she were to bravely look back to him. Tracing his nose down along her spine he gives a few tantalizing licks to her smooth, white fur. As he reaches her haunches he offers tiny bites, he bites all the way down her left hind let until he reaches the bend of her ankle. Relenting in that area, he picks his head up and shamelessly noses aside the beautiful plume of her full tail. Revealing her womanhood to him, he doesn’t give it a second thought before gliding a dangerous tongue over the area. Taking his time to loosen her up physically and mentally, (oh god I’m sorry haha) he wants her to feel pleasured under the wicked administrations of his tongue.

He continues this oral torture for about a minute more, eating her booty like it’s groceries. Just before he relents, his throat hums with a solid groan of his own. Eyes opening to appreciate her beautiful body, he can’t help but hum in appreciation against her at the sight she provides him. Then finally he relents, slurping his tongue back into his maw and licking his chops horribly, Donovan’s need throbs beneath him and he’s itching to put it to use. 

His glowing orbs settle on her form and he almost growls at the intensity he feels inside him. Biting up to her shoulder, again, he drops a paw onto her back with his nose buried in her scruff to inhale her intoxicating scent. The rest of his body follows and soon enough he’s resting on top on her. She’s small enough for him to not have to put all his weight on her, so with one paw tiptoeing on the ground and the other grabbing her firmly, the male lines up his shot. With a few aimless thrusts that could be considered grinding, his member is sheathing inside of her and his jaw opens up into a deep moan before he stifles himself by grabbing a mouthful of her pale fur. All he wants to do is please.

Her heart sunk when his paw dropped to the ground. He was giving her that look, even if there was heat swimming inside his gaze, and she worried he was going to toy with her again after she had so boldly told him exactly what she wanted. But then she felt his nose against her back as he made his way down. And then he was at her thigh, and she couldn't help but watch him over her shoulder. Her expression held open curiosity as he made his way down her leg. It didn't feel bad—honestly her entire body was one big nerve ending by now, so anywhere he touched sent jabs of heat to her stomach and lower. She was too taken by the feeling to really think much more and then he was making his way back up, dangerously close to the place where all the heat in her body seemed to be rushing towards. 

She was aware of every shift of his body and every inch he drew closer to the top of her thigh, so when he pushed aside her tail, her breaths came quicker and her throat was suddenly dry, causing her to swallow as anticipation began to build and flutter in he stomach. She wasn't expecting to feel the soft, warmth of his tongue against such a sensitive area. It was almost too much. She had never felt anything like it, and a soft huff of air moved from her chest, followed by a quiet, needy sound she had never made before. And like with all the other teasing, he continued the swiping of his tongue until she could hardly bear how much she wanted more from him, only this time, she was so consumed by him and the moment that she couldn't muster up any reaction other than complete acquiescence, even if she was burning up from the inside out. And then, as if she wasn't already close to exploding, she felt the hum of his groan against her. Surely, he could tell by now how much she wanted him.

There was a slight pause between the audible lick of his lips and his teeth against the skin of her back as he made his way up to her shoulders. Then his paw rested on her back again, and this time, she felt the rest of him on top of her soon after. His muzzle was buried in her scruff as his strong paw held her in place against him, and she felt him rock against her a few times before she felt him finally enter her. She met his entry with an audibly sharp intake of breath and a widening of her eyes. Everything else had felt so good, and this hurt. She could feel herself stretch and it burned in a very different way. She held her breath for a few moments, hoping he would give her time to adjust. Already, the discomfort was fading, leaving the familiar need in its wake, but she needed just a few more seconds. She was too shocked to say anything, so she focused on his firm hold on her scruff. And when the burning did eventually dissipate to a more tolerable level, she released a long breath and moved against him, urging him to continue.

When he had slid inside, she goes still and small pained noises escape her. He puts his own pleasure on the back burner, waiting for her to adjust to his formidable size. His own form is tense as he wills himself to slowly inch into her. The pace is torturous but soon enough it’s Simmik that moves her hips against him, that’s when he knows she’s ready.

With the insistent movement of her hips a running, masculine moan escapes him once more. The male is unafraid to make such noises and even allows many more to come as he picks up the pace. His hips are gentle yet firm as they slap against her own, setting a fair pace, but after some time his thrusts become more fervent, more persistent. Every so often he stops and grinds in a circular motion that he knew would drive her crazy but continuing a brutal pace.

A good amount of time later he feels the rest of him begin to swell and he goes for deeper, harder thrusts now. Until they’re securely connected together and the heat of her body driving up the wall. He whispers sweet words in her ear, voice husky. He only stays on top of her for a few seconds, slicking her ears with wet kisses and trying to smooth down the wet fur of her scruff.

Eventually he turns his body to the side with another throaty grunt. He will remain inside of her until his knot subsides. Until then he pants at the constant sensation that’s pulsing through him. Giving an experimental pull with a step forward and smiling teasingly over to the female. Really the smile takes too much effort and he’s trying not to moan like a bitch right now. Especially with the tight, suffocating heat pulsating around his member.

She decided that she like the sound he made as she moved back to meet his thrust; she liked how much he seemed to enjoy something she did. She appreciated his restraint as she adjusted to everything, and now that the sting had faded some, she wanted to make sure he enjoyed himself. 

Her own sounds were soft and needy as his pace grew faster and every now and then, she would repeat the movement of her hips back to meet him, wishing she could boldly hold his gaze as she did so. At least until his pace got impossibly faster and intense. The soreness was underlying, and a much different feeling began to build low in her stomach; it took over all her senses and rendered her completely at his mercy, the feeling only intensifying every time he stopped just long enough to rotate his hips while still thrusting into her. 

She felt the stinging increase some after a little while but it was easily ignored as he offered tender words and his warm breath against her ear.  It was then that something exploded inside her, pulling her head back and forcing an ardent cry from her lips. She saw stars for a few seconds, coming to just as he groomed the disheveled fur of her scruff. 

His weight left her, but they still remained connected, something she might have spent more time thinking was odd if she wasn't so distracted by trying to remain standing on her jelly legs. She was sore and sensitive, so she winced at his movement and met his gaze just as he offered a playful smile that didn't hold its usual enthusiasm. She wondered if he was just as sensitive as she was and reached over as best she could to nibble and kiss his jaw.

The absolutely sultry moans that bubble past the snowy wolf’s lips make his legs weak. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her when she released such a pleasurable howl of ecstasy. The heat that he was buried inside clamping down around him and he knew she reached her own climax. Hell, if she didn’t he’d take it upon himself to try his best at giving her release any other way. 

So as they settle and she offers him sweet, tantalizing kisses, he can’t help but give some back. His large, flat tongue swipes along her nose and lips. Then finally after a solid fifteen to twenty minutes, he’s able to slip himself out of her. He could feel the entirety of her body shaking earlier so he knows she must be dead tired. Probably sore too.

He can’t help himself. As he slips himself back into his sheath, he’s eagerly nosing himself into her most private areas once more. His tongue laps at the swollen area, only giving her a few more licks before playfully nipping one of her butt cheeks. Sidling you’re beside her and roughly rubbing his massive head into her neck and shoulder. Basically spreading his scent all over her if it already wasn’t. Licking her ears affectionately and then moving onto her face and muzzle, he presses against her. The curl of his tails lowering to scoop her own tail up in his.

Then he pulls back. “You must be tired, dear. Stay the night? We can sleep by the waterfall and you can head back in the morning. Or maybe we could grab some breakfast before you leave?” He offers, voice soft and low as he hums to her. “I could walk you back if you’d like?”

She closed her eyes at his return affection, her heart slowing from its sporadic pulsing in her chest and her breathing slowing some too the longer they stood there. When he was finally able to pull himself from her, she winced at the movement against her sore and highly sensitive flesh. His administrations helped soothed the area some and the nip to her hind end made her eyes flick open as she dealt him a playful glare. He was at her side next, pushing himself into absolutely every bit of her space as he rubbed his head against her neck and shoulders. She knew what he was doing—ensuring she wore his scent—and she decided she didn't really mind that much. Possessive? she remarked, clearly teasing and not showing any signs that it bothered her. But she couldn't resist calling him out on it. 

Donovan's tail encompassed her own as he offered her more affection, which she gratefully accepted; she was an affectionate wolf with those she trusted, but she felt even more so right now. She nodded when he commented on her being tired—she was, actually, especially now that he had brought the feeling to the forefront of her mind. As her high began to slowly dissipate, her soreness and sleepiness became more noticeable and so she had no problem agreeing to his suggestion that she stay the night. Simmik nodded. I'd like that, she answered to all of it—staying the night, hunting in the morning, and then him walking her home. She nuzzled her head against his shoulder, gently implying that he could lead the way whenever he was ready. 

i'll get the morning thread up soon!

When he rubs himself upon her, obviously spreading his scent, the word the falls from her lips and enters his ears moderately surprises him. Though he can help but hum suggestively and go in for a quick lick on her nose. “Maybe.” Then answering her next sentence with a low but cheery ”Good. I’m looking forward to it. Let’s go to sleep, darling, I’m fucking tired.” He chuckles nuzzling into her once more. 

He’s finally falling away from her to slowly edge himself to leave the cave, awaiting for Simmik to take her spot by his side. After making their way out of the cave they settle underneath a tree with a beautiful view of the rushing waterfall. Curled up around each other, he sleeps peacefully for the first time in two months.