Redsand Canyon [MATURE] I was in my highest, I was in my high
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Setting: Evening — 1843.
Weather: Clear skies, light breeze.
Location: Healer’s Pass.
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Kynareth doesn’t have a lot of time to think on the most recent events. Too little time truly. He wonders what will come of the Ursus alliance, it doesn’t sit well with him. They only want to play by their own rules. The kids isn’t dead, they knew Nyra was a member of an allied pack, yet they almost killed her. They would’ve if she hadn’t gotten away. They call her a coward for running back tot he canyon instead of fighting. She’s not a coward — if anything she’d be a dumbass for staying to fight. That alliance is as good as over to the brindled king. The Saints follow no code but their own. 

He’s swamped by many thoughts of the like as he pads through the field of wild flowers. What an eventful week.
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Everything he once stood for was behind him. Now there was only one that kept him going and that was his promise to Hydra. Things had developed in ways he never expected coming to the mountains but once more he burned with the inner fire of a warlord, the seething rage he felt toward the ally of the saints was only tempered by the fact that he felt unsure about Donovan. He made his way through the canyon and into the fields of cacti and flowers spotting the stripped form on the man he'd been seeking out and gave a quick chuff to grab the man's attention so he could figure out how to make his move a slow smirk forming on his maw as he swept his eyes over the large mixed blood. It was easy enough to find him attractive but he had no idea how to sweet talk anyone or how to go about the entire matter he was hoping to use to get the Leader's interest. Keeping the smirk in play he lifted silver eyes to gold and crept closer with a friendly wag of his tail "Are you headed somewhere?" 
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Kynareth, mind so melted into his thoughts, didn’t even hear the steps approaching him. Shame on him. That could’ve been Astara. Close on his tail and ready to strike. Yet it is not. For this wolf has a much lighter coat, one of mixed browns and greys, peppered with blacks and white — Valour. 

His handsome face is upturned and he looks upon the brindled devil in an interesting manner. One Don can not help but smirk at as he gives the agouti male a once over as well, fitting raised brows on the end. Then a peculiar way of his tail — yellow eyes following the motions then finally stop on the silver of the others own twin orbs.

“I’m not. Need something, peaches?” He asks in a purr, daring to inch ever closer to the other.
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As expected the man turned eyes that swept over him in a much more schooled manner. He wasn't a stranger to those looks but rarely did it rouse any interest. The quickening of his heart and a fleeting warmth in his groin was selcouth he froze to process the sensations. This was meant to be his game, the best performance of manipulation he could manage mad yet his body was rebelling. His pupils expanded just a touch and he sucked in a quick breath as Donovan inched closer the warmth burning hotter between his legs "Yeah" Was all he could muster the pubescent mid-deepened voice coming out in a rough gravel showing how flustered he was before he moved in. His eyes never leaving Donovan's face he pressed his ears to his head to display his lack of threat and slowly leaned in to whisper against the fur of the large man's neck remembering the slight shiver it had caused when Praimfaya had some so  "You have a reputation for seduction" he prayed that the hint would be enough and pulled back his heart hammering in his chest for while he was trying to play it smooth he had never had sex and he was scared. With rounded eyes and aspectabund viridity time seemed to slow around him as he lost focus on why exactly he was doing this and more on the fact that he didn't care about his body and what he did to it now that Clay was gone. If sex was good then why should he not have it? 
Vocab note for self: Selcouth means a sensation that is unfamiliar yet marvelous. Viridity is innocence. Aspectabund means letting emotion show visibly through the face or eyes.
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The great brindled king is taken back by Valour’s rather obvious interest in the Grandmaster. His teasing smile grows as he sees almost shy, timidity to the young wolf. The flattening of ears on his crown and then the press of a nose on his neck. He whispers the most suggestive thing — you have a reputation for seduction. This is true, he cannot deny it.

Yet even with the fact that Valour, a rather fine male specimen, is asking for something Donovan would have no problem giving him. He can help but think it’s suspicious, an attempt at a quick promotion perhaps. Or maybe he’s plotting something and gathering the Grandmaster’s favor through the pleasure of the flesh. Or perhaps he’s genuine in his desires like the brindle mutt himself. Either way, he will watch him closely. Just as he watches every new member of his pack. 

What he will do, is give Valour what he wants. For it is something that he desires as well. And out here in the middle of their territory? How exciting. 

The pleasure of the other pressed close and the hum of Valium’s voice in his neck cause an exhale of breath to free itself from his maw. A gleam of intense lust rushes into the golden pools of his eyes, heavy lidded and side eyeing him flirtatiously. A bubble of low rumbling laughter passes his lips and his unusual black tongue laps over his whiskers. “I do, darling. You looking to get a piece of it?” He hums
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It was purely instinct now.
The rush of breath had him draw his face away to glimpse the hungry, heavy lidded expression he was being given. A lump rose in his throat but not caused by sadness, this time it was as he watched the man lick his lips. The purring tone was very different from the snake-like tone he'd caught in Vengeance and Abaddon, this time it sounded genuine. The knowledge that he (a virgin) had wound up such a strong warrior brought that slow burning warmth to a simmering fire and he gave a soft growl meeting the lustful gaze for a moment before pushing closer and sliding around the side his body slowly rubbing against his so that the both of them could feel the muscles along the other "The one I wanted to give myself to is dead. I'm pent up, untouched and you're my leader who is experienced" while his words were dark and factual, not the sexiest he finished by nuzzling at the base of Donovan's spine just above his tail before quickly slipping around toward the front not wanting to appear as if he was taking control. Standing mere inches away and holding his muzzle close to Donovan's cheek he nodded "Please. Show me what it's like. If it's your thing we can talk more afterward" he shifted uncomfortably feeling himself growing between his legs and embarrassed at the fact. 
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They lock eyes when Valour retracts himself from his neck and he’s following his movements like a hawk. Canary hues tantalizing and intense, swimming with lust for the agouti male. He watches, and feels, him slither down his body. The words that meet his his auds has him smirking. It’s a blunt, sad statement. Donovan has been there before. Perhaps he’ll make this the best experience he’s ever had in his life. Make him want to come back.

Lower and lower, touching the base of his spine. The feeling doesn’t make him shy away, rather he almost curls his tail higher at the touch. Yet he remains quiet until he’s creeping next to his face and purring those sweet words in his ear. He inhales the scent of the other, feeling his member pulse with hardness beneath him. It seems like Valour is making it hard for him to say no. Like he would anyway. 

Kynareth hums our a deep sound, pulling back to instead slot himself next to the others ear. “Well,” he hums teasingly. “since you asked so nicely, darling. Why would I say no?” 

A blackened tongue flicks out to lick along the lobe of the agouti male. Traveling further south nipping and licking the whole way down. A nip from Donovan’s teeth on his hindquarters and he’s easily nosing aside his tail and softly begins licking him all over.
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"you're mine"

the whisper of the prince's voice was just a fleeting thought in his brain that slipped away the second the hummed agreement was uttered and Kynareth's tongue found it's way to the shell of his ear eliciting a small gasp . As the striped brute lapped and nibbled down his body the touches created a feeling unlike anything he'd experienced and he found himself without control over the way his muscles quivered beneath Kynareth's fangs and tongue. Turning to watch partially to learn from this and because he found the sight of the most powerful man in the pack with his mouth upon him to be arousing, a low rumble of encouragement audible though he shifted his hind legs apart with a stiffness hinting at the remaining nervousness.
Then the grandmaster pushed his muzzle under his tail the sensations unexpectedly delightful which caused a sharp whine to leave his maw. For the touch starved virgin the experienced tongue work had him losing his senses already his eye drooping half shut trying to find something to say that would provoke the man further. Deep in the throes of a new pleasure the only thing that slipped out was a thick, gravelly uttered "oh shit"  as he found himself wriggling back against the man forgetting ninety percent of the reason he'd started this. 
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The view from this end is just as beautiful from the front. The view of the males agouti pattern appealing and wriggling back against his maw even more so. Donovan is encouraged further, his black tongue skillfully lapping at the others entrance. Shameless in his desire to make Valour feel like he’s never felt before. 

Then a thought drifts through his mind. He’s a fucking virgin. This is both good and bad. Good because he has the opportunity to take the others v card and give him the ride of a lifetime — attention from any other wolf afterwards will be nothing compared to the Grandmaster’s administrations. Bad because he can’t just completely destroy him. He likes to be rough, but it seems he’s going to have to be a good boy today.

So he loosens him up, nice and slow — will be enjoyable for Valour and Donovan is willing to work hard to ensure it is. Preparation is key anyhow. 

After a fair minute of that, he finally moves on. Small, teasing bite to his hips and he even slinks around a hind leg and laps at the member hanging beneath him. Pulling back, he licks at his chops like he’s the best thing he’s tasted. If Valour dares to look back, Donovan will have no shame keeping up the heated eye contact. 

Foreplay lasts much longer then Valour probably expects it to, but finally — he’s mounting him gently. Lapping at his shoulders and wrapping thick forearms around his waist. “You ready, darling?” He asks in a purr, voice rolling right beside his ear. “I’ll be gentle,” A short, teasing pause. “until you tell me not to be.” 
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Blown.

That was the word he would use to describe the way he felt having no word to fit the description of glorious sensation. His breath grew shallow and though he was good at hiding that the rapid rise and fall of his sides would betray him enough to the powerful man devouring a place Valour wouldn't have imagined being worth interest. "Dona-" the request to give him just a moment to process was cut short by something warm and wet and he almost yelped the sensation that caused a bucking of his hips and a cry that he wouldn't be surprised echoed through the canyons. Struck dumb he stood frozen and catching his breath his ears flattened back and his muscles tensed back up at the mounting.

Pupils blown to discs with arousal it was then that Valour turned his lips twitching up instinctively, the feeling of someone on top of him registering as a threat but as silver met gold he was held trapped by the way Donovan looked at him. Nobody had ever looked at him with that much desire before all he could do was nod and fall into the role that suited his inexperience widening his stance under the large man "Ready..please" the plea was tossed in both due to the craving for more of the overwhelming sensations and the fact that he still remembered he was supposed to butter Donovan up, only now he wanted it to keep that strange, hungry look in the striped brute's hawkish gaze. 
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The other male is heating up due to his administrations, he’s absolutely obsessed with it. Obsessed with the way he writhes beneath him. Obsessed with the way he says his name. Obsessed with the gorgeous, yet dangerous wolf that allows him such passage. A former leader of a once strong and prevalent pack — beneath him. He wants more of him. Donovan is greedy. He wants all of him.

To he will take him — all of him. 

And take him he does. Soon enough he’s pushing into the puckered entrance. Slowly, allowing him to adjust as needed. Donovan let’s loose a sultry groan, surely their cries of passion will echo throughout the canyon walls. For they surely aren’t being too secretive fucking in a field of flowers when there’s enough light still out to clearly see what’s happening. He doesn’t give a fuck — let them watch. Let them watch as he claims this extraordinary creature all for himself. He’s greedy after all.

So finally he bottoms out. He thrusts now, more intently. Not too tough but at a faster, yet steady pace. Snapping his hips in every direction in an attempt to find his sweet spot he knows is there. Whispering sweet nothings him his ear, his voice is deep and rolling, smooth and sultry with his words. He will claim all of him.
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The first push and he felt Donovan inside of him, the sensation not exactly comfortable but drawing a sound that was breathy enough for Valour to feel a wave of embarrassment. It was the way Donovan groaned behind him, the sound...the man was completely losing himself in a pleasure Valour's body brought. It was a powerful sensation and though his heart hammered he allowed the shiver that ran down his spine to rock him back against the man just as he pushed forth. Choking on a hoarse moan his silver eyes stared wide ahead of him as the discomfort gave way to something indescribable. Arching his spine to press closer to the magnificent beast on top of him he turner his cheek in what was a mindless moment, nuzzling into the fur of Donovan's neck as the man whispered words that nobody had ever said to him. This was absolute Nirvana, for not only had Valour never been fucked by kind words were rare to come by much less sweet little murmurings for his ear only. Then with one tilt of his hips the right way Donovan struck something within him that brought a cry definitely heard around the canyon. Throwing his hips back with a wild rock an almost feral growl left his maw "Please Donovan again"  his voice had dropped about five octaves and sounded wrecked, the pleading words something he'd cringe at when remembering but for now he wanted that explosion of mind rocking pleasure again...and again. 
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Donovan can’t help but moan in reply to the tight heat around him. Especially the wolf below him — god, valour truly is an enigma, in a beautiful way or some shit. All he knows is that he wants to get him obsessed. What’s anything after this to not even be comparable.

So they make love into the night. Hot, passionate cries onto the setting sky. He can’t help it, he knots him easily. Breeds him as if he were a female wolf and he has a chance at pups. When finally it’s over, they catch their breath, Donovan offers licks to Valour’s face and a playful headbut, they’re off to finish out the rest of their day — together. (●´ω`●)