Moonspear prodigy

Heat thread #1. March 29th. @Alaric

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The Star Queen awoke restless that day. She couldn't understand why. All was as well as could be on the great mountain. Sialuk and her newborns seemed to be doing fine. She checked in on her lover and the little ones frequently. Bringing her lover food, water or fresh furs. Anything she needed to keep herself and the trio comfortable. Even when she needed a break, Elentari happily stepped in to watch over and dote on the tiny bundles.

It was after just one such call of babysitting, that as she exited Sialuk's ulaq, that she found her thoughts with more children of her own. Of Alaric. Of Maggak and Acrux. Less so, Argent, who had gone his own way. She felt a tinge of nervousness, unlike last year. Their lives would be shaped differently, this time. And the unknown made her slightly edgy.

The reason for her odd flux of emotions showed itself later in the day. She was bent low, counting the stocks of her herbs, when she felt warm. Like a sudden blanket of white hot heat pulling over entire body. The cool air of her mountain home did nothing to ease the flame. Pinpricks under her skin. 

As if under a spell, she abandoned her careful sorting and turned away. Her mind went elsewhere. To Alaric. The man she shared her deepest feelings towards, and his with her. There was nothing they kept secret from each other. All she could think of was him. His strong embrace and his devilish charm as she tracked him down.

Alaric's thought were often on recent days. Conversations spoken and embraces shared. Today though he had abandoned these thoughts for a time to dig into his garden. Akin to a man with his sleeves rolled up doing manual labor in the yard.

Dirt covered paws and legs. Small patches of dirt upon his muzzle and near a brow.  Voice slung low in song as he worked.

But he was removed from his current peaceful experience by the scent of nature's nectar on the breeze. Dark head snapped up and green eyes searched, seered, finally landing on Elentari as she came nearer.

He stood breathing heavy from his toil, but her presence and her scent made it no easier. A small smile and a raise of wolfish brow. Though he did spare a glance downwards. He was filthy.

He should probably offer to take a bath. He approached her on quiet paws. Landing a searing kiss to her temple. A small husky chuckle.

I should probably find a stream.

He was easy to find, as always. At his garden, where they had met not long ago. As she came upon him, she hung back only a step away to admire him. His large, athletic dark form. Muscles rippling, his pelt splattered with earth. The soil only added to the scent of herbs. If he were human, Elentari would have pictured him as a very handsome, rugged gardener. 

Happily, overcome with desire, she all but ran into his embrace. Her tail was flagging high over her hips, fanning her scent into the air all around them. She rumbled softly, quietly, indulging and returning the fearsome kiss he greeted her with. Only hers, was right on the lips. She was anything but shy with him since their first passionate night.

"Mmn, there is one close by. Come. Let me help wash you off." She winked coyly at him. Her smile full of mischief. Slowly she pulled away, deliberately rubbing the length of her spine against his dirt specked side. Teasing him. Tempting him with an inviting wag of her tail and a sway of her hips as she began to lead the way.

She had watched him a beat of a minute before he had caught her gaze. He hadn't planned on anything, but his garden today. But he could easily enough put such thoughts aside.

He wasn't expecting her to race to him. And he tightened up his spine and shoulders, bracing to catch if he needed too. Her scent all around them. He was slightly dizzy and had to catch his breath. Though a deep exhale brought the teasing scent further into his space.

A deep rumble of appreciation as she rubbed against him. He nipped at the juncture of her hip. And made a soft noise of protest as she moved away. He followed like a dying man after water. Heat slowly stoking to a burn deep in his belly. A soft shudder of anticipation.

She could sense how badly he wanted to have her. She knew the pleasure it was to lay with Alaric. But not like this. Not when her body and soul demanded to have him close, to quench the fire burning under her skin. She had her freedom to roam and to choose. 

She chose him first, above all others. Testament to her devotion, to depth of the meaning towards her feelings to him. She wanted this future with him. With children of his blood.

The glimmer of the secluded stream came into view. The scent of it's cool waters refreshing. The gentle trickle of fresh flowing water an invite of itself, playing a melody in her ears. Light footed, she whirled around to place a tender nip on his ear, before leaping just out of reach.

Water splashed, droplets clinging to her fur as she took the first plunge, ankle deep. Her breath hitched at the refreshing cold on her skin. The heat though, was just as intense as ever. This was something without a doubt, that no amount of water could fix. Her sharp blue eyes searched for Alaric, beckoning him closer suggestively.

Alaric was a male of many facets. He sought pleasure where pleasure was and had learned that sometimes the anticipation was the perfect intro to anything. And it was so now. Her scent all sround them. Here on the mountain, rushing water. It was perfect.

Elentari had come to him before anyone else. Indeed a great honor. And thus far she was proving what she had said in the darkness of his Ulaq to be true. He also knew that she'd seek others. Which filled his blood and thoughts with a fierce feeling of competitiveness.

A soft gasp of surprise as she caught his ear. Followed with a grin of mischief. The water clung to every curve and line of the beautiful woman in front of him. 

He followed behind her, making sure to drag legs and chest through the water. Dipping muzzle and head down and back up, water steaming down head and neck. He sought her out and invaded her space. Searching her face. Blue eyes aglow with droplets of water lining her lashes. 

He peppered kisses down one side of her face and neck into the other. Paying close attention to a spots he knew he could ring a reaction out of her.

She knew she had yet to win his heart. And if she were to, that it would take time. A challenge that she readily accepted. But no matter what became of them, the Archer was completely and utterly smitten with him. For so many reasons, beyond just his good looks. She couldn't deny that she often wondered, what their children would look like.

He joined her in the water, which flowed and wound it's way around the lines of their bodies. Her heart was in her throat as he dunked his head under, then resurfaced. His fur oil like with the watery sheen. She was mesmerized by him. Enraptured.

The world fell away, dimming around her. It was just her and him, as he closed in. Captivating green eyes staring into her blue ones, so close. He kissed her again, to which she received his affections with a tilt of her head. Down her neck. Teeth clenching, she lurched to wrap her arms around his shoulders, nuzzling into the dark fur of his nape. In his ear, she let out her voice so only he may hear.

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.

Her voice quieted, still coming in ragged breaths. "Yeah, I like it when you make me feel these things." A grin was in her voice. She clipped her teeth down the line of his neck. Finding all the right buttons to make him tick. "Now, let's see if I can make you scream, too."

She did not intend to disappoint. 

Moving with him, she slowly edged her way to slightly deeper waters. The warmth of his body was a stark, searing contrast to the cold. And she knew which she preferred. Her whole body ached all over. She couldn't contain herself anymore. They both perfectly well knew what she wanted.

Peppering his face with adoring kisses, she turned and tucked herself in under his chest. An adoring smile and a ferocious glint set deep in her starlit gaze. It said it all. Together, with him, she was ready to begin their future anew.

A slow unfurling of heat centered outward. Her words trickling into his minds eye. Mischievous glint deepening. 

He had no doubt she could make noises of all kinds dance from his throat. He followed where she led. This was her dance after all.

She tucked herself into hix chest. And firmly he pulled her tighter. Twisting their bodies in even deeper ways. Following age old instincts. A groan left him. When he finally joined with her.

Fade to black.