Thread: A Wolf's Desire (BurningWillows & Periodical)

The two had much different upbringings. Tatiana's full of responsibility and full of being proper. Aubrey focused on trying to squeeze by. Aubrey had known a much different life than her friend, and the fact that they were together was a little odd for the girl. It had been a chance meeting, and a fateful encounter, but even still the two were drawn together now. Aubrey didn't want to pick a mate, she didn't want a guy, she just wanted Aubrey. That much she knew. She mentioned her feistyness like she was suprised. She had known by now that Aubrey tended to be the more feisty between the two of them. Again, Aubrey figured it was because of her upbringing, but again, she was fairly taken aback by her comment. No. The red haired girl said, holding back a pout. She didn't want her to leave. She only wanted to be with her lover. Everything seemed to go all fuck up when Tatiana left her, and she was afraid of what may happen. If she left, her father would find her a mate, and her father would come back soon. Then she would be reduced to figuring out what sort of things were in her own future. Sometimes she almost reverted back to a childish state when she was with Tatiana. She found herself being more immature than she was when she wasn't with her. With that, she broke the kiss and looked away for a moment, breaking the intense gaze that she had had with her. She hated thinking about Tatiana going. She hated it. I forbid it. The girl squeeked out after a brief silence. She knew nothing she could say could force her to stay. Why couldn't they run away? The guards were stupid and weren't intuitive. Hell, Aubrey snuck into the palace more times than she could count. They didn't necessarily need to be faster, they just needed to be smarter and more cunning. Considering who her father had hired, it wouldn't be too tough. Aubrey shuddered to think what would happen if someone snuck in who had malicious intentions. What would happen to her sweet Tatiana? What would happen if something terrible befell the king? What would her own fate be? She was smart, and she always tended to think a few steps ahead of everyone else. Of course, when she was with Tatiana, she felt as though she was able to be herself and let go a little bit. It was true love. She felt the most comfortable with Tatiana, even moreso than her own family. ------- The sound of footsteps signalled his return. He had given the maids firm requests, and he had great faith that they would follow them to a tee. The head maid worked closely with his father, and his advisor, and they knew the kind of perfection the prince demanded. Not only with how his room was kept, but also with the way he demanded his personal property. With his father putting so much into her, he knew he must heed his wishes, well, it would at least do his best. There was no telling would would happen to his property if he really became invested in it. Opening the door slowly, he closed it behind him very quietly. His father had taught him the art of being stealth, and the art of being quiet. Sometimes the best information was best given from the proprietor's mouth. Torture worked to a degree, but it was rather barbaric. They were far beyond that at this point. They had so many ears in so many places, some kingdoms had learned to keep their mouths shut. It forced their kingdom's hand a little bit, and it had forced them to be a little more cunning with their plans. Still they always found a way. Soldiers won battles, spies won wars. Sit. He ordered before making his way towards a table in the corner of the room, he poured some more mead into two glasses before making his way towards her. Handing her a glass, he sat on the bed next to her, before adjusting himself against the headboard. His long strong arms reached out and pulled her into his lap, his arm wrapped around her waist, and the other holding the glass. Taking a sip, he enjoyed her company, her warmth, her scent for a brief moment before he swallowed. She was his company now, and while his future bride may not like her, she was certainly here to stay. It was a side that Prince Werner never knew he had, but holding her felt nice. Leaning up towards her, he was unsure of the purpose. Why had his father bought a slave girl for her, when he was to be married? Maybe it was something to take his anger out on? Maybe she was supposed to serve almost as a buffer between his wife and him? After all, there were so many marriages of legend that ended up in worse wars than they had been forged to end. He didn't want to become legend, or did he? He still didn't understand what the marriage was for. They were stronger, they knew exactly what they were up against. Why? Taking another sip of the mead, he put the glass on the end table, before grabbing the glass from his new slave. Pushing her top half down, he took a smell of her hair. Hot breath from his mouth falling on the back of her neck as he took in her scent in a deep breath. His maids had done well, just as he knew they would. Opening his mouth, he bit her shoulder. It wasn't necessarily hard, but it was hard enough to draw a little bit of blood from her. Licking up the stray drops of blood that began to run down her shoulder, he licked his lips a bit as he explored his property. While his head was busy, so too were his hands. Running down the sides of her body. His maids had left her with no clothes, and eh would take his sweet time. One hand cupped her breast, and he pinched one of her nipples between his fingers. His mouth moved to her neck as he stuck his tongue out and lapped at it for a moment. Her skin had been so soft, and she seemed so delicate in front of him. He was a giant by some standards, and she was fairly small. His arms were easily able to reach exactly what they wanted to reach on her. Releasing her nipple, his hands started to move down her bare stomach and between her legs. Forcing them open, he ran his middle finger along her slit. Just how do I know you deserve that tag? The man mused to himself as he ran his middle finger along her nether for a moment. He was a little slower, but he was meticulous. He wanted to know exactly what he was in for and exactly what he was looking at.