She followed Apollo reluctantly. After changing and about ten minutes of walking through the woodland back into town, she heard her name being called and the sound of panicked footsteps smashing into the ground.

"Tamer!" she cried.

Tamer flung his arms around her and rested his cheek on the top of her head, strong convulsions ripping through his arms as he squeezed her with a sigh of relief.

"I'm so glad," she squeaked, tears stinging in her eyes. Tamer nodded as he ran a hand over her head, frantically kissing her cheeks.

"Are you okay?"

She nodded.

"Thank you for bringing her back," Tamer gushed, casting Apollo a warm smile.

Apollo blinked, eyes shifting about before nodding.

There was a strange sort of screeching noise next to her. Both her and Tamer turned and found Lorelei, frozen as he took in the god. Eyes wide, an immediate bead of sweat trickled over his brow.

As soon as he realised they were watching him, he fainted dramatically. Apollo ran forward, catching Lorelei with his face smashed against his chest.

"Are you okay?" Apollo asked.

Face buried between two pecs, Lorelei looked up and drank in the most incredulously handsome male.

"Are you an angel because I just lost my light," he whispered.

Apollo's eye twitched.

"Yes, very good," he spat.

He helped the starstruck Lorelei to his feet. There was a pause. Lorelei clasped his hands and leaned forward expectantly. Going from irritable to just plain bewildered, Apollo began rubbing his neck awkwardly, growing more flustered the longer Lorelei stared with large, puppyish eyes.

Apollo scratched his face, eyes darting away with a mild flush.

"Should... Should I buy you a drink then?" he mumbled.

"Of course!"

Both Tamer and Winter gaped at each other. Lorelei had already successfully himself around Apollo's arm.

"W-wait, Lorelei!" Tamer cried. "Are you really going to just leave me after what's going to happen tomorrow? What if... "

"Tamer, now is not the time for your incessant jealously!" Lorelei snapped. Their eyes met and Lorelei's softened as he gave Tamer a small nod. "I want you to think about this, and I want you to think about this real hard. Do you actually want me around right now?"

Lorelei's eyes flickered to Winter then back to Tamer's as he made a circular gesture with his hand.

Tamer made an "o" shape with his mouth.

"Okay, bye, Lorelei."

Lorelei winked. "I will meet up with you two in the morning."

"Wait, what?" Apollo spluttered.

Lorelei dragged Apollo away from the pair with an urgent yank.

"Now, do you like men or do you like women? I can be flexible either way."

"I don't... I don't really have a preference."

"Great!"

"W-wait! Will Lorelei be safe with him?" Winter demanded.

Tamer gave a defeated sigh. "Winter... Lorelei doesn't fear death. Even if he was in danger, do you think I can stop this powerful force of nature either way?"

His attempt at making her smile only partially worked. Growing serious, he squeezed her hand as he noted her bottom lip curling inward.

"He's coming, Tamer," she whispered.

"Don't you worry." His tone was soothing, as he embraced her. "I won't let anyone harm you ever again."

He forced a smile, but his lip returned to being chewed on promptly after.

*****

Much to her dismay, Tamer appeared to side with Apollo on the escaping matter.

"He'll find us because of your scent, Winter," he stated. "It's lovely - just like roses - but unfortunately, deadly."

He sat behind her, shutting his eyes as he rested his head on her shoulder. Clasping his arms tightly around her waist, he eased her shakes with a squeeze. His strong arms felt so safe and secure, like a protective shield.

"Winter," he whispered. Her heart fluttered as he called her name and teased her earlobe with his lips. "All I need to be unstoppable is a reminder of what I'm fighting for."

Her heart quickened. She breathed in his scent -- a fresh, boyish smell like woodland mingling with a faint tinge of musk. Every scent, sound, action and word. She wanted to cherish it should it be the last time she'd ever experience it forever.

The last time. Biting back tears, she emitted a near storm cloud of anxiety as she realised there was no way he was going to run away as much as she wanted to.

He squeezed her hand. "We're going to be okay, right?" His gentle voice fanned her as he kissed the nape of her neck. Those soft lips of his helped ease her anxiety like an injection of a pain relief drug. "I won't let anyone hurt you. You will live your life, free and unafraid of death. That I will assure you."

He kissed her cheek.

She wondered if he was really that confident or was just being strong for her sake. Either way, he was quite convincing.

Winter's fingers curled tightly around his arm, pressing it hard against her chest.

"I believe in you," she whispered. She twisted her neck to clumsily kiss his forehead -- twice over for good measure, thinking of all he'd endured to get them this far. "You've done so well. I'm proud of you, Tamer."

She felt him smile into her shoulder. A little breath of excitement escaped him. She found herself growing more sensitive to his emotions -- it was as if she could feel his stomach leaping as tingles of love expanded from his aura into her own.

It left a feeling of great guilt as the situation with Apollo weighed at the back of her mind.

He smoothed her black ringlets off her shoulders.

"You're tense," Tamer muttered, sweeping his course hands down her neck. They seemed so large as they began to roll around the shape of her shoulders; the tension within her unwound like he was smoothing a crinkled piece of paper. It would be so easy to melt away into that touch.

"Tamer, I have a few things to tell you," she began.

"Take your time."

She told him that the dress believed to be the first Maiden's was actually Artemis' -- Apollo's wife. And that she was partially her incarnate. She had no choice but to explain the goddess was dead, even though Apollo had said not to, reasoning that, whatever happened with Apollo, she was screwed either way.

He didn't react much to Artemis' death. He was raised human after all. But a small smile escaped him at the incarnate part. The pleasantness of his kiss made warm tingles that fluttered like butterfly wings inside her stomach. She flinched in surprise, but Tamer glued her into place with a tight wind of his arms around her waist.

"Makes sense."

"Y-yes?"

"Yes," he breathed. "I've always felt there was something special about you." She felt his chuckle vibrate against her back as he pressed his body into hers, injecting gentle kisses slowly down her spine. "Didn't I always say you were my little Goddess?"

Blushing, she knocked him with her fist. "Okay, Mr. Smooth."

"It's true!" Tamer laughed. His voice lowered to just a breath. "Here, let me show you."

His kisses on her back deepened. What had started as an assuring touch was becoming distractingly sensual as he worked his way up to nibble on the tender spot between her shoulder and neck. Pleasure darted through her stomach as he stroked her with his tongue. She sighed with content.

"O-okay, this is serious though."

Tamer nodded, lying back with his fingers tracing repeatedly over her hip.

She gulped. "Tamer, I...I have some bad news. Apollo said that Artemis was his soulmate and that as such, the part of my soul that is hers still belongs to him. He wants to..."

She couldn't bring herself to say the last part. It was only in the presence of Tamer she realised how absurd it sounded.

Tamer's expression was unreadable. She shifted under the pierce of his gaze.

"Winter," he said, rising to his knees, "what are you saying?"

She forced herself to sit, suddenly tense. She couldn't bring herself to look at him.

"His words, not mine," she clarified, but she had no doubt that what Apollo said was true. She did know that there was some instinctive pull between them, but it was really nothing but that. "You don't need to worry about it though. It's nothing to do with us. He has no interest in me; in fact, I think just being around me causes him pain."

She looked at him and found hurt in his eyes -- a hurt she hadn't experienced from him before. She needed to tell him about the deal she'd made with Apollo, but even getting there was harder than she'd predicted.

Tamer bit his thumb, frowning. "I don't understand the concept of a partial soul bond. That's like saying you're married, but only half married, so it doesn't count. I don't even understand how you could be in this bond without your consent -- this sounds incredibly painful for both parties."

"Tamer," she said urgently. "Let's not talk about this anymore. I'm sorry I brought it up, I just couldn't not tell you." She gave him a quick peck on the lips. "Please. After all you've done for me, let me make ammendments by making this all about you."

She showered him in pepperish kisses over his face until he believed it. A small smile formed on his lips. He lay down on his back again, letting her rest her face on his chest. She heard his heartbeat. Her eyelids grew heavy as she immersed herself in the relaxing sound. The sound of his life, the gentle rise and fall of her head as he quietly breathed. It was like a lullaby.

Feeling another person's life so intimately like this, all too aware that it could be so quickly snatched away, was a dreadfully humbling experience. She couldn't help but get emotional, her tears wetting his chest.

A deep sadness distorted his achingly beautiful features. He sat up and wiped her eyes, kissing the trail of moisture down her cheeks.

"Hey, you." He softly laughed, but his voice came out quieter than she'd expected. "I'm not going anywhere, okay?"

She nodded as if the faster she did it, the more true it became. The two of them clung to one another; she couldn't say how long it was, but the embrace lasted until the tears stopped rolling down her cheeks.

Eventually, his lips found hers. The kiss was so light, reassuring, and warm that a sensation like magic glowed inside her. The movements of his lips were delicate as if baring mind to her fragile feeling heart. She mimicked them back, gentle, but nonetheless passionate.

Her toes curled. She never wanted this kiss to end. Steadily, his pressure increased. The speed began to rise; just the tip of his tongue traced across her lips, and she breathed shakily. Tamer gave a sharp intake inside her mouth, the gentle sighs and clicks resonating between them growing quicker and louder.

"Winter," he whispered. She could literally feel his aura ignite with heat as their souls drew closer. "I'll admit it, even if it's against both your wills, a part of you being someone elses' wasn't what I wanted to hear right now."

She opened her mouth to apologize, but Tamer placed a finger over her lips. Slowly, he trailed it down to pry them apart, eyes glowing with desire.

"It's not your fault," he assured her, rough hands sliding up her cheeks. There was a glint in his eye, voice a rugged growl yet unbelievably smooth at the same time. "I was just thinking about how I want to make all of you mine."

He grabbed her face suddenly. A quiet gasp of surprise escaped her as he slid his tongue in her mouth. The feather-light brushes of his lips enticed soft flutters of warmth inside her chest, but the tip of his tongue quickly intensified it into achingly hot surges of need.

Before she knew it, the two of them were tumbling down on the bed in a heated embrace, both his hands and lips ravaging her body like a starving animal.

She panted. He released her with a bite of her lip, golden eyes locked intensely with her own as he tugged it outward.

"I don't care if it's only the tiniest fraction of you," he growled. Her lips parted, shivering as he slid his hand up her skirt. "I would like you all to myself."

Her heart quickened. She could taste a sense of urgency as he pressed his mouth hard against her own. Something was eating at Tamer. And, spreading like a wildfire throughout her, it wasn't long in devouring her back.

His lips were so soft compared to the harshness in his voice. The touch of his tongue so gentle as it swirled around her own despite the rugged roaming of his hands. As they slipped downward to caress the shapely curve of her hips, suddenly, he pulled away, gazing in a lucrative manner as if only now reminded of the unfamiliar red dress clinging to her skin.

"What happened to your dress?" he pressed.

"I gave him her dress back," she said, attempting to catch her breath. "He made this on a whim, saying I was free to dispose of it."

She gasped as he grabbed her breasts. After an initially rough squeeze, he slowed to massage them, thumb drifting around the endogenous centre. Her breath shivered as the silky fabric repeatedly caressed the sensitive peaks. Pleasure warmed her core. Tamer bit his lip at the sight of her panting with need.

"It's beautiful. It really is. However..."

She felt his claw gently scrape her skin. A slither of her naval appeared and, curling his fingers underneath, he ripped the dress apart as easily as it was wrapping paper. The dress disintegrated, exploding to a flurry of petals on the bedsheets.

Her heart pounded. Suddenly, she lay in nothing but her underwear. She felt him press against her thigh; excitement unfurled in her stomach as she realised what was about to happen. That there was no one there to stop them.

Desire blazed in his eyes as he drank in her modest-sized breasts and the smooth flat of her stomach, hips so curvaceous that they spilled out over her thighs.

He groaned. "Somehow, you're even more beautiful like this..."

He bowed his head and kissed down her neck. He traced his tongue all around the outside of her breast before laying fast, fleeting pecks all over it. A sharp gasp escaped her as his tongue swirled slowly across her nipple; a voracious dart of pleasure surged down below.

She tilted back her head with her lips drawn open as he sucked on her breast. Tamer exhaled as he felt how soaked her underwear was. The syncronised swirls of his fingers and tongue caused her delirious sighs to mount. A tormented moan slipped from her lips; when he came back, their kiss grew so passionate she could barely breathe. A riveting pleasure like a firework drew her hips in a sudden jerk.

He was right. It was absurd to think that if a piece of her soul could belong to anyone but him.

Despite the fact she felt as if she were floating away, her head had never been more clearer.

"Die to save my life. Suffer to save my sanity."

Whatever the hell it was next -- there was always some man saying she should sacrifice herself for the sake of others.

Since the start of this journey, it appeared to be that there were several men claiming both her body and soul in their name. She didn't know how necessary it was for the sacrifice, but Tamer's father had even strictly forebode them from being psychical should it interfere with her slaughter.

Just the thought made her angry. As a sacrifice destined to die a virgin, it seemed as though the most defiant thing she could do on her part was to do the opposite: live and give her body to whoever the hell she wanted to.

An excited breath escaped her. It was a small thing she could do, but something nonetheless.

She wanted him. She wanted him earnestly, but also as an act of defiance; that way, even if she died, the king would never get what he wanted.

"Tamer," she softly moaned. She bit her lip as he gently pressed his knee between her legs, sighing, "I want you to mark me."

Tamer lifted his head. "What are you saying?" he asked urgently. "You don't need to go that far! What brought this on all of a sudden?"

As hard as it was, she slid away from his touch, wanting to save that first orgasm for later. She sat up and pushed him below her, getting on all fours. Slowly, she slid her body up against his waist, brushing his chest with her breasts while her crotch grinded against his. It felt good. Really good; so she kept sliding back and forth against the hardness in his jeans. Tamer panted, leaning back into the wall and relaxing as she slid her hands all over his chest. Slowly, she began to rub his crotch, sliding her fingers back and forth through the friction in his jeans.

"You're the only one I might consider belonging to," she purred. "Not anyone else."

Tamer fidgeted. "But your body is really beautiful to me. I don't want to... taint it with any mark of hurt I've inflicted."

He bit his lip, flinching; a dreamy kind of pleasure glazed his eyes as she undid his zip. Slowly, she slid her hand inside his pants. Tamer grew weak. Sighing, he rested his back against bed-board. She grew transfixed by the sight of his muscular chest quickly rising up and down.

"Nothing about you could ever taint me," she whispered.

She pulled her underwear to the side and grinded against him raw. The two of them moaned as the wet warmth of her privates slipped across his sensitive tip. Winter arched her back, nipples brushing against him as she drove back and forward. Their panting grew quicker; Tamer's jaw clenched. A sigh escaped her as she ⁸ his base in her hand and swirled it against herself. A conflicted heat flushed his face. She lowered her body to apply a minuscule amount of pressure so just the tip submerged inside her.

Tamer growled. Teeth gnashed, his large hands swallowed her breasts with excited fondles, thumb circling her centre. The movement caused a gush of warmth from her to lubricrate him. It was incredibly tight, but just a tiny bit more and she could bury him inside her. A pange of unrelenting desire inflamed her movements, begging her to press down and let him fill her up.

It was so hard to tear away. She moved away with her heart racing, getting on all fours on top of him. Tamer rolled back his head with an exasperated sigh.

She circulated her hips across his crotch as she began unbuttoning his shirt. With each button undone, she kissed the sliver of his pectoral dipping between the fabric. Her hands circulated over him ravenously as she tasted the hard ripples of his muscle with her tongue.

"Winter," he moaned.

A soft sigh escaped her as they kissed, limbs tangling.

"I want to take control of my body, Tamer," she breathed.

Tamer's eyes clenched shut. She could see the conflict on his features as he raised his crotch into hers. She moaned, hips grinding and swaying like some sort of dance.

"I want to give you all that you want," he panted. "But this is dangerous. If it goes past marking, you'll share my pain, you're going to --"

Winter hushed him. "I don't mind that," she whispered. "Since I'm not fighting, I'll do the next best thing instead: I'll support you." She kissed him gently. "We're in this together, Tamer."

Tamer's features softened. She could see the pleasure had left him dizzy --  there was nothing but love glowing in his eyes. He smiled. The pull between them grew so powerful that it was growing unclear where his body started and hers ended. Who's pleasure it was - perhaps both - glowing inside her.

Tamer got up and spread his hands flat above her shoulders. "Do you want this from me?"

His broad chest and strong body seemed so large over hers, muscles glistening with a faint coat of sweat. After the incident with Apollo and the realisation that a part of her soul was technically his, she felt the need to express her devotion. Just to him.

And no one else.

She nodded.

"Then..." His eyebrows furrowed. "You... trust me not to harm you when confronted with your blood?"

"Yes, Tamer." She took his hand, touching it to her chest while running her fingers over the top. "Do I have a reason not to?"

"I don't... I don't believe there's any reason not to, I just... Well, everyone was afraid of me and said I was dangerous, so then I must be, right...?"

"Tamer..." She pulled him close. "Come on, that just isn't true."

The frown faded as she held him. He eventually nodded, assured by her words.

"Lorelei said anything like that urge could be confused longing for some other emotional inadequacy in my life. I don't know what he meant but..." A lovely smile warmed his golden eyes. "I'm feeling pretty emotionally content right now."

She nodded. She couldn't help but smile back.

Tamer shifted in closer. "With that being said, there always needs to be an element of care with these things." His eyes flickered about, pulling aside his lip to reveal erect fangs glinting below. "My fangs do grow out when I'm aroused..."

"...good."

Tamer double-took. "What do you mean good?!"

"So that means it's normal, right?"

"That's not what I'm questioning you about!"

She went bright red. "A-ah, you're misunderstanding!" she whined. "It's just that w-well, your claws, your fangs; those are the real you, right? You've hidden them for a long time. If they're coming out it means that you're being yourself around me. Of course I'm going to love that because... w-well, I love you."

He laughed, still looking somewhat wry with his eyebrows raised.

"Why are you being so wholesome about strange things?" he chuckled. His eyelids grew heavy as his laugh faded away. "But I love you too..."

She touched her hand to his cheek and Tamer nuzzled it.

Her voice quietened. "You have the most beautiful smile," she muttered absentmindedly. "I want to see it every single day for the rest of my life."

Tamer flinched; his eyes darted about the place, but the gold saturated to almost an amber. It felt so incredible to psychically see his affection like that. To feel it warm the air. She touched her hand to his chest so she could feel his heart race. Colour painting his cheeks, he finally met her gaze and closed his hand over the top of it.

"If it just so happens that you should take my pain," he whispered, "then all that means is I have to ensure I don't get hurt."

Winter beamed. That was what she wanted to hear. By tying herself with him, she was finally getting him to take care of himself.

"I don't need to bite hard, but if it becomes too much, just tell me to stop." He paused. "I just wonder where I should actually mark you. I feel like it says a lot about a man where he chooses to mark his partner."

"Oh? What was your train of thought?"

His hands roamed up her back, tracing the ridges of her shoulder blades. "Your back was my first thought. It seems the most natural place to do it. If I were to embrace you and leave a small scratch-mark..." Gently, his nails grazed down her. "Well, it suggests to me a desire to never let go. If I were to kiss your neck then very gently bite you..." He dipped his head to brush his lips across her neck, breathing lowly, "well, in the wild, wolves often show their neck as an act of submission. It signifies dominance from the giver to the taker, but also mutual trust given the usually fatal terms of a neck wound."

She thought he'd made his decision with the sensual kisses that he showered down her neck. But as his lips toyed with her skin and his hand wandered down her body and he began to rub the inside of her thigh, she realised with an excited shudder that he wasn't done yet.

"Then there's here," he whispered. "Need I say much about this one? Obviously, it's erotic. Although there's a noticeable difference in the aura of someone who's marked and who isn't, even if you can't see it, if that's still not enough to show you're happily taken then..."

Tamer gave a lilting chuckle as he laid a kiss on top of her underwear. "...the evidence of my mouth here will probably do the trick."

She found herself stiffly nodding, unable to muster a word. She couldn't help but wonder what he was planning to do with her underwear as he toyed with the band. She found herself desperately anticipating further touch.

He slid his fingers underneath. The small flinch and whimper of frustration she gave as he stroked her seemed to please him to no end.

"Did you decide where you want it?"

She couldn't rid the heated blush from her cheeks, so instead, she grasped his hand, guiding it down her body.

Tamer heated as she laid his palm on her inner thigh. "H-here? Are you sure?"

She gave a shy nod. She couldn't help it; she wanted to feel him down there some more. "Yes. I like the secludedness of it here. We've always had to keep our relationship a secret. But I've grown to like that and the whole other world that exists in our feelings for each other. A world where only the two of us exist."

Tamer arched an eyebrow. "Winter...You're surprisingly kinky, aren't you?"

She hid behind the bedsheets.

"Don't pretend to be a good girl now!" Tamer snapped, pulling the sheet off her.

She giggled and he laughed with her. "What about you?" she asked. "Where do you want me to mark you? If I can, that is."

"My back," he said quietly.

No further explanation was needed.

Each kiss electrified her with need. She moaned as his lips slipped to kiss the corner of her mouth before slowly wandering down her neck. Heat swirled inside her; her leg began to rub excitedly against the bedsheets as he stroked her clit. She cried out, raising her hips as he slowly swirled his tongue around her nipple. She couldn't take having both endogenous spots tortured at the same time, her nails were already dug into his shoulders. Experiencing a loss of control, she raked her nails down his back.

Tamer's breath snagged and formed a rugged growl. There was an essence of fear palpitating in her heart as well as nervous excitement as she detected a change in his demeanour; his eyes were a brighter shade of gold, but they were also edgier, more animalistic, for a lack of a better word. He sat up and touched his back, revealing two small dots of blood painting his fingers. Winter's heart plummeted. She hadn't nearly expected to be capable of leaving a mark on him, never mind draw blood. Tamer had that look in his eye, the look that suggested the wolf was clawing at his insides, rearing to break free.

"Tamer, I'm so sorry I didn't think --"

"Shh."

Tamer crawled back on her with languid movements. He buried his finger into her mouth and watched intently as she sucked him. Winter panted.

"It's okay," he whispered. "I told you I'd make myself vulnerable for this moment."

He traced a circle over her parted lips with the tip of his tongue, shutting his eyes with a shaky breath as he savoured the sensation. His fangs were visibly erect as he moved in to kiss her. Her kisses grew faster as her excitement did. A sharpness pierced her tongue as she slid it around his mouth -- she'd accidentally caught his fangs.

Her heart stopped. Tamer froze. He shivered as he tasted it and gently sucked on her tongue. Winter breathed a sigh of relief as her initial unease passed to pleasure. She wondered how good that must have tasted for him.

He slid downward so his face was at her waist. Winter's chest bumped with excitement as he returned to his normal hands and pried her thighs apart. Her breathing was rigid, coming out in excited gasps as he lifted her leg in the air and laid the softest of kisses on her thigh. She couldn't believe how sensitive it was there. She couldn't keep herself from whimpering as he licked her. The further up her leg he roamed, the more unapologetic he became.

Finally, he seemed to settle on a part he liked and kissed and licked it as much as she could handle. She shifted as the tips his fangs nipped her, applying the softest amount of pressure as possible. When they finally broke through, she squeaked. Although there was pain, for the most part, it was quick and numbed like a sedation. She could only link the feeling due to content that she was finally his.

Careful to avoid the wound, he licked the blood from her thigh, making sure her skin would be marked as intended. Tamer kissed her thigh like he couldn't get enough of her. The sensation was unbelievably good that she gave a soft call of his name, but the frustration she felt at having certain places avoided was akin. But he kept wandering upwards; she noticed he wasn't actually interested in her blood at all. Instead, his tongue crept up the inner-most corner of her thigh that had grown sleek with moisture.

"T-Tamer...?"

His quiet breath sent heat gushing over her privates like a feathery caress. She went red as he began showering her in fleeting little kisses, narrowly avoiding the warm, wet inside.

"T-Tamer," she whimpered.

Tamer closed his hand over her mouth. Without warning, he slowly draped the flat of his tongue up towards her clit; a smothered cry of pleasure escaped her, muffled by his hand -- with no audio release to calm herself, her entire body thrashed instead.

Tamer quietly moaned as he tasted her once again.

"Don't protest," he growled gently, "you wanted me to go down on you, why else would you ask to be marked there?"

She'd almost forgotten he could speak. With all that desire ripping out him he was starting to feel more like an animal. His hand slid away from her mouth just in time to hear her moan as he draped his tongue over her again, igniting a trail of euphoria. He was so soft, wet and warm that it felt incredible; she whimpered as he swirled over the sensitive spot in a slow, circular motion. Her thighs shivered as he kissed her. She felt his excited exhale fan her in a blast of heat. He snaked his tongue all around her slowly, stirring the first convulses of mounting orgasm within moments.

He sucked on her and her entire body spasmed. She winced as he, very slowly, pressed a finger inside her. It stung a bit but it started to feel good, so good, she could hardly stand it. She cried out, those shifts soon turned into full-blown thrashing as his finger delved deeper. Her quaking hips raised of the bed of their own accord. A loud moan escaped her as intense waves of bliss sparkled all the way to her fingers and toes. But when his finger began racing in and out of her she could hardly stand it; soon he was racing in and out of her while devouring wildly her with his tongue. Tamer sucked, flicked and licked. She nearly screamed in a blind rush of pleasure. Throwing back her head and arching her back, she climaxed in a wave of pulsating ecstacy. Tamer moaned nearly as hard as she did and a tiny bit of moisture oozed out from within.

Her chest heaved, mind a jumbled mess. The afterglow lingered so pleasantly as her body continued to twitch. Tamer was panting as hard as she was, literally sweating as he rose up and tumbled over her to rest. He gasped a laugh; Winter did the same as the two of them struggled to absorb that.

There wasn't any shyness or insecurity left in her after experiencing something like that. Just a mind inflamed by need.

"Hey," she whispered breathlessly.

She placed her hands on his chest and pushed him upwards. Sitting back, Tamer watched her as her lips parted at the sight of his erection, solid as she grasped it in her hand. She licked her lips, sighing as she drew in.

His groan was slick. He tilted back his head, fangs growing more erect as he stiffened in her mouth. A tremor rippled through his arms as she slid her mouth back and forth. Her tongue rippled across his tip and his chest fluctuated in sync with the movements of her mouth. She moaned; she found herself just excited to know he was. She felt his claws curl through her hair as he gently raised his hips into her mouth. She could feel all the tension in his body melt away as she hungrily slithered her tongue around him.

"W-Winter," he panted with a clench of his jaw as she sucked on him. His breathing was rugged, words barely forming. The tension in him returned as she bobbed her mouth back and forth faster, him gently thrusting her into her mouth. "I can't take... c-can we...?"

She nodded eagerly. They kissed passionately as he laid her down below her. She knew he simply couldn't wait anymore; neither could she, after all these years, they were going to have sex. Her excitement was so unreal she wondered if she might be dreaming.

He took out his dick and rubbed against her raw. Sensation electrified her. Her breathing was hard, heart pounding as he gently swirled against her slit. His tip grew wet as he pressed into her a bit; she sighed as he started sliding even just the tip in and out her. It stung, yet she couldn't get enough of it. Pleasure endorphins propelled her to thrust her hips, and Tamer panted, snaking his tongue across his lips.

They moved to kiss each other at the exact same time, his hands clawing through her roots while hers slid across the scratch marks on his back.
She gasped, feeling goosebumps erect all over Tamer the moment he submerged his body inside her. It was tight, stinging, but she was so wet that with slow, careful movements, he was able to submerge himself fairly easily. She melted as Tamer filled her whole. She could hear him pant gently in her mouth.

It felt so good to finally be connected.

He withdrew, focusing intently on rocking in and out of her. The corner of his lip curled as he built into a rhythm. She called his name, voice high-pitched as she gradually began moving her hips quicker against his own. Everytime he left her, she ached with need to feel him penetrate him again. Her loud moans grew constant, begging him for more as he thrust faster to her calls, and his skin began slapping hard against hers. She lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist, quickly realising that she could force him in faster by tightening them around him. She mewled, knowing her excitement would set Tamer off but not caring anyway.

"Winter," he panted after a few minutes. She could see the sheer ecstacy clouding his eyes with a dreamy stare; he clenched them shut, teeth gnashing together. "I'm sorry. I'm a virgin. I'm not going to..."

She nodded quickly, slicking her fingers through his roots. "I want to feel you come," she whispered. "You can do it whenever you want to. We've got all night.

Tamer grinned. "Then I guess I can stop holding back..."

He scooped her up in his arms and they wound together in a fierce embrace. Tamer shifted so that he was supported with his back against the wall. She crawled on top of him and, slowly, she slid down onto him him, body unfurling with pleasure. Her lips parted once he filled her whole; pleasure consumed her mind -- once they built into a rhythm Tamer began slamming her up and down his dick. She squealed as her breasts began to wildly jiggle; Tamer was so strong -- he effortlessly threw her about. She could feel he was going to come with how his dick twitched inside her. It felt so good her body had no idea how to handle it. With each thrust of his dick into her glowing spot, she squealed with delight.

In a sudden gasp, urgently, he raised her off his body. Tamer threw back his head and exploded with pleasure. Now that their souls were mingled, Winter had forgotten that pleasure was partially shared; she squeaked with surprise as a sensation like a lite version of an orgasm burst within her. Her hips jutted forward uncontrollably; Tamer laughed as she came tumbling onto him, panting.

The two of them rested. He rolled back into the covers with her, where she rested her head on his chest, wordlessly resting with a giggle of her own.

"Mmm," Tamer sighed. He squeezed her tightly, cherishing the embrace as her heart raced. "You have no idea how long I've been waiting to do that."