It didn't take long for the two to make it to the tunnels, Astarte guided him to the one she'd been calling a den, it was more of a open cave than a tunnel, only going back a little bit, with no way through. It was like a room, there were holes in some spots that let the moonlight shine in and illuminate the area around them, and glowed like their own spotlight, all for them.

The lioness ducked in, lifting her head as the space opens up, large enough for them both, and tall enough for them to stand without hitting their heads, Astarte turns to face him, her mind was racing, her heart was beating quickly as she could still feel his like pressed against her neck.

The lasting feeling of intoxixation from desire had her lightheaded and breathless, she felt ashamed for the way he made her crave the touch, her mind screaming at her to not let her desires win.

A thought crossed her mind and she couldn't help the smirk that followed, he did after all day they were coming here to relax, no? So the kindness over to lay down, pretending to "relax"on the cool floor, she smugly smirks to herself, thinking she now controlled the situation.

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The caves are not that far away at all, yet to Rainer the journey still feels long. How lucky it is that the mouth of the caverns came into view when they did, or else he might have tossed the over-rated idea of privacy out to sea where all worthless things belonged and simply just dragged @Astarte's crimson curves in against him right there in the surf, beneath the silver gleam of the rising moon. The forbidden was always so much more fun, anyway.

But he will settle for teaching that to his new little pet another day. For now...he rather thinks he would enjoy taking his time with this one. The journey is simply a price to be paid in exchange.

So he keeps himself under control - for now - strolling at her side in a manner that might be considered casual if not for the hint of fang gleaming through his smug smirk and the prideful curl of his tail. He teases her as they traverse the caverns, just barely brushing his pelt against her own even when there's space to avoid it, the incidental tilt of his head here and there leading his fangs to nip at a dark ear, a fine neck, a curving flank. And when he ducked down to follow her into her very humble abode, well...The state of her tail (or rather, the lack thereof) offered quite the view to his lustful gaze.

Cozy enough, I suppose. A bit damp. He spares the cavern little more than a cursory glance (how great could a den by the sea really be when everything smelled of salt?), and steps ever closer to his unexpected prize, close enough for his breath to ruffle the red fur at her nape as he studies Astarte with an intense gaze both icy and heated. The tension winds tight, electricity crackling that much harder against the still air - but Rainer would see her be the one to snap beneath it first. If only there was 'something' around to keep you a bit warmer at night. He drawls, hushed tones brushing against a dark ear.

However, contrary to all expectations built up in his head, the spotted woman does not throw herself at him here, no. A frown passes over his features when Astarte steps away, lounging all too flippantly across bare stone. Yet in a blink of an eye, it is gone, replaced once more by that wolfish grin.

There's still plenty of time enough to make her beg.

Like a wolf, he prowls around her where she lays, pale eyes roving unabashedly over the sensual form laid out so alluringly before him. Oh, no, don't worry, there's no need to trouble yourself with making room for me. Dreadfully sarcastic though his words are, the Rike proves the point by draping himself over her without invitation, his full weight pressing down upon her ribcage, possibly hindering her breathing while he relaxed fully with a deep exhale. Comfortable? He asks so very innocently.

'Innocent' too, is the way he tilts his chin when he looks down at her, a massive forepaw shifting to feel out the arch of Astarte's neck, pressing perhaps a little too firmly against the column of her throat, the barest hint of claw kissing the delicate skin. A warning.

His presence is not one to be ignored.

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His teasing had her head swimming, her skin aching for more of his touch, she pressed close into him, whimpering each and every time his teeth grazed her ear or her neck, she had half a mind to beg him right then and there.

But she wasn't someone who just begged for things.

Once inside she feels him press against her, his breath rustling her fur and causing her to shiver, she knows he wants her to break, wants her to be the first to drag him against her, desperately begging and calling his name. ""You did only mention relaxing, right?"" Her tone innocent, but holding all amounts of false innocence.

She thinks she sees him frown as she stretches across the stone floor, and it causes her smirk to grow, until it's the flash of a fang through wolfish grinning that catches the moons light. She tenses, ready for him.

The male circles her and she watches, body tense until he speaks, and she attempts to move but he is draping himself over her before she can, his weight fully on top of her, she feels her breath constricted just enough that her lungs ache, but only barely. Her head tilts up to look up at him, lips parted slightly, words wished to be spoken caught, halted in her throat.

She feels the paw wrap around her throat, the claw just barely against her skin, the danger she felt from this position, the adrenaline rush she was given caused her to inhale sharply, forgetting her pain and heartbreak, her heart pounding against her chest and his body against hers had her trembling, ""Please.."" She was begging now, her voice a quiet, wanting plea.

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Hmm. So I did. He purrs, agreeing easily enough though his eyes glitter too darkly above his grin to be mistaken for mere playfulness, his voice little more than a husky rumble vibrating within the lowest chambers of his throat. But patience, mein liebling Astarte, is a virtue.

How sweet it is, to bring her warmth back against him after the time spent in the stinging ocean air, the softness of her skin scalding him even through thick fur and sending delightful sparks dancing across his body everywhere they touch. They ripple through his chest and down his belly, coming together to further fan the flames of desire that burn even deeper within him. It would be easy, to shift his hips a little further from where they rest, the stone floor digging uncomfortably against his pelvis. Just one smooth motion, and @Astarte would be able to feel all of him, captured fully beneath him from head to tail.

But not just yet. His muscles quiver with the force of the want building up within him, but he has not yet heard the entirety of the surrender he seeks. Only then will he know that he has truly won everything, thoughts of her dear husband rendered nothing more than a distant memory. Why should he settle for anything less?

As it is, I'm feeling perfectly...'relaxed.' Aren't you? He drawls out, watching the way she reacts with intrigue, even as he presses down just a little bit harder against the elegant arch of her throat. Fascinated, perhaps, by just how simple it would be to press all his force down, her life quite literally captured beneath his paw. Does Astarte too, find pleasure in flirting with such dangerous power?

She will learn to, if she does not.

Please.

He pauses then, his expression stilling for but a moment before his grin stretches impossibly wider. It is a plea, indeed, but he is a terribly greedy creature. Why give in to this when he knows this is simply the start of her pretty song? Hmm? Is zis not luxurious enough for you, schatz? He teases, lowering his skull to just barely brush his nose down the length of her crimson nape, his dark lips not quite touching, though the heat of his breath could surely be felt on her skin. Another tease. A mere hint of that which has yet to come.

I can grant you a relaxation better zan anythink you've ever felt before - so long as you remember it's not a gift I'm giving away for free. He rumbles against her ear, gleaming fangs lightly catching against it. I've been so terribly stressed these past few months too, you know. I'm sure you vant to help me feel better, don't you?

Taking is such a simple thing. But here, he shall see her give everything of herself, until he'd devoured her entirely in the blaze of his euphoria. Their euphoria, perhaps, if he sees fit to allow it.

Maybe then, he will find her worthy of being called 'wife.'

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Her body was electrified and trembling, she radiated energy, her mind a flustered mes, every time his voice broke through to her, she would feel herself losing her walls. How was she to hold herself up if he was breaking her down with his voice!

She was stuck against him, if she tried to rise, her hips would press up against him, the thought that at any point he could just take drove her wild, she gasped with every shift they would produce, the ignition of desire between both of them burning and fanning flames into devouring wildfires. Her claws dug into the stone floor as she tried to hold it together, tried to keep her head about her, but she was losing her grip the longer they played this game of first moves.

They both quivered from the shared desire between them, and she was left breathless, panting, shaking. She had not realized how desperate she was for a another touch, his voice reminded her so much of Adalwolf, and she was lulled into a sense of security by the similarity.

His voice questions her and his paw presses into her throat, she gasps a little, partially to breathe, partially because of the feeling he pulls from her. ""Yes..."" She agrees quickly, a groan escaping after her words, clearly she was enjoying being held captive by his dominance.

Her nape moves as she shivers against his breath, and she gives a soft whine, ""More.."" Please give me more!

""Rainer..please!""

She cries out, her voice wanting, lusting, begging, her Romanian accent adding to her quivering voice.

She listens, hanging on to every word, not missing a syllable, ""Yes, please, let me help you.. "" She agrees suddenly, willingly, achingly.

She was starving, she would take anything he gave her in this moment.

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She gasps, and he feels the desperate flex of muscle around her lovely throat, her pulse a fluttering butterfly caught beneath his massive paw. Perhaps, if she isn't careful enough, the subtle movement brings the point of a silver claw a little too close, a vibrant trickle of red mixing into soft fur.

Yet despite the fact that he is not the one with the vise threatening to clamp tight around his neck, he is still assaulted by a breathlessness that sings through his blood with pleasure. His own flesh is becoming impatient, carnal desire pooling in his belly until it overflows, weighing heavily upon his lungs even as it seeks to lighten his head. He's leaning in despite himself, free paw sliding up to pull against his pet's shoulder, urging her impossibly closer into the fluff of his lush, inky mane.

Restraint is not an easy thing for his kind. But he's found that it makes it all so much more grand once the chains are released.

Yes.

Praise for her submission comes in the form of a kiss, dark lips dragging up and down @Astarte's nape with a sensual slowness, her sweet perfume made bright with want filling his nose until he's intoxicated with it.

More.

His fangs nip at her dark ears, scraping across sensitive skin until he's nibbling at her cheek, perhaps occasionally soothing the abused spots with a swipe of his tongue in reward, if she reacted amusingly.

Rainer...

And there is where the dam breaks, a growl tearing from his throat as he finally bites, clamping his teeth around her nape to wrench her back as he surges forward to press against her in entirety, his hips a heavy weight over the curve of her flanks. So close to what they both want so desperately need want - but not yet. Not just yet. The sound of his name dripping so wantonly from her lips gives him a rush that cannot be described, but the game is not quite finished.

Rainer retracts his fangs and weight only just enough to urge her on to her back with demanding paws, so that he might press his chest against hers while he sought to capture her gaze with his own dark one. Unusual? Perhaps. But he shall allow her no room to forget whose arms she lies in now. If she was truly so eager to 'help' him at his request... Zen vhy don't you give your husband a proper kiss? He drawls out, his muzzle a hair's width away from hers.

Just one final surrender, and he would grant her bliss.

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Muscles move with her breath and she feels the tiniest prick of a needle against her skin, the wet feeling of crimson as it pools around whatever has rupture the skin, the blood is not enough to be scented at first, that until she presses herself closer to those dangerous claws, seeking the pain filled pleasure that would accompany them. The smell of blood begins to seep between them, and she feels herself grow lightheaded with desire.

Her partner seeks to pull her closer, as if they weren't pressed tightly against each other with little to no breathing room, his paw eagerly tries to bury her into his mane, and she presses herself firmly there.

He reacts to each of her words, his lips press to her neck, slowly dragging up and down, leaving her aching and whimpering.

She begs for more, and he returns her plead with his teeth lightly against her cheek, the flowering pain from the bruise he'd d left only aiding in her collapse. She shivers as he kisses every so often, the mix of pain, from the paw still clasped against her throat, claws still just barely piercing the skin beneath them, and the pleasure from his lips trailing their sins across her body made her nearly pass out.

His name being uttered from her takes all of his restraint and drops them, she doesn't realize the beast she has free'd until his teeth clamp onto her scruff and she is being wrenched up and back, the arch in her spine causing her back to ache. She thinks she will get what she wants as he presses hard against her flank, a blissful groan escaping her, though of pain or pleasure, she can't be sure of.

She awaits the moment he will grant her what she wants, but it hasn't come, and she goes a soft whine of impatience, her eyes shoot open as his fangs retract and she's ready to protest very angrily but she doesn't even get a word out before he is using his strength to move her onto her back. The position has her confused, she looks at him with a face that shows just what she's feeling, if not also the annoyance of wrenchng away just what she needed at the last second.

Before she can utter a question, his chest presses against hers, her eyes caught in his stare, and his words that draw out the hint of a growl from her, replacing Adalwolf would not be so easy, no matter her desires, but she gets no moment to refuse, she has no time not willpower to disagree, with his muzzle so close, she can only muster up a snarled growl before she is pressing her lips to his. Her paws move upwards, one tangling claws into his mane and pulling him down, the other paw grasping his cheek, claws pricking his skin as she seeks to devour him.

(Fade to Black)

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This is what rapture feels like.

How tragic it is that there are so many in this world who think to find their joy in some 'god' existing only in their imagination, when surely all that's needed is to embrace the delights the physical world had to offer. Take them, if need be. Rainer, for one, revels in the sins of the flesh - and it'd been far, far too long since he had last indulged himself properly. Sweet, darling @Astarte has managed to soothe a deeply ingrained itch with her fire.

And aggravate it anew.

The Rike still feels the high that her submission (as he sees it) had awarded him, his mind intoxicated by the heat, the smell of her blood-tinged perfume, the power he had been given.

He lounges now across the cool floor, still pressed possessively close to the spotted woman with his tail draped over her flank, intent on leeching even her warmth from her, now that the slight chill of the cavern has made its presence known in the startlingly quiet aftermath of their 'game.' See? Now vasn't zat relaxink, schatz? He rumbles out mirthfully, nibbling lazily at her crimson neck. Yes, 'relaxed' may be the word to describe the way he's draped against her now, his limbs eventually shifting to stretch luxuriously across grey stone. Hmm. I do hope you have a cozier spot somevhere in zis hovel, or else you may have to be my pillow.

He is not clueless to the idea that there may possibly be some troubled thoughts swirling around in that lovely head of hers, if clarity managed to restore itself. It simply concerns him little, when the beast had found such satisfaction in the vixen's velvety skin. Beyond the ecstasy of their entanglement, Rainer is quite pleased with how quickly his late cousin's pretty toy had been swayed by his tune. Smug, perhaps. Definitely more pleased than he probably should be, all things considered - but he doesn't care. Not when it rather seems like he's won.

For now.

Rarely does the Rike find an end to his desires. In this moment, Rainer has regained some semblance of the quiet calmness of ice. But now that he has gotten a taste of Astarte for himself? The wolf would see her devoured again and again and again, until there was nothing left to take. And why not? She was his now, as far as he was concerned.

Who would be there to stop him, pray tell?

What is there left to keep him from laying claim to all things that were meant for a Jarl to enjoy?

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Untangling herself from her partner proves harder than expected as she gasps for air, her head lolling back against the cool stone beneath her, her heart still ponds hard against her chest, her eyes fluttering as they try to focus in.

Ecstacy.

Pure bliss.

She closes her eyes and allows her mind to come back to her body, only then does she open them to look up at him, a new kind of fire in her eyes, how such an act could restore vitality to something that had previously been toeing the edge of life and death. The darkness threatening to swallow her whole was now engulfed in his desire.

He lays draped over her, something Adalwolf had not been too fond of, but she rejoices in being desired once again, he was pressed against her, possessive, and she relaxes against him, the curve of her neck becoming more pronounced when his lips nibbled the space. ""Use me as you will, Regele meu.""

As the intoxication wore off, she could feel reality slamming back into her, and she couldn't distinguish the emotions that swirled around in her head, Adalwolf whispering her betrayal, dangerously cooing to her, causing her skin to gather goosebumps. Would she ever shake the feeling of him?

Her head turns to settle him in her gaze, she wanted to forget her late husband, and she would do that through him.

She shifts to face him, bringing her lips up to kiss his jaw line and the crook of his neck, ""Mă voi vedea devorat de tine, iar și iar."" She decided she would aid him in his climb to the top, she had a taste of the Jarls wife, the protection, the power, and she needed again. Her eyes shined bright under the moonlight that peeked through the crack in the wall, and she wondered, would she have along the same protection with Rainer beside her, Jarl or not?




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2.I'll see myself devoured by you, over and over again.

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There is much to think about., much to do, much to plan.

But those are all thoughts for tomorrow's Rainer - the unlucky bastard would be kept rather busy he's guessing. But tonight's Rainer is as carefree as ever, the perpetual chill of the Freeze clinging to his bones finally chased away by the warmth of pleasure suffusing his blood.

The frigid memory of suffocation, of his lungs burning behind cracked ribs, is faded now beneath the thrill of panting breaths and his racing heart. He rather thinks he can still feel the echo of @Astarte's galivanting pulse against his teeth, pattering against his chest though it surely beats to a more leisurely tempo now.

Mmm. So I shall, since you're offerink so nicely. A hint of a growl tinging his satisfied purr as the Rike tugged her closer, his heavy skull nuzzling forward to settle into the softness of her neck, cheerfully pillowing himself against her lush curves just as he'd threatened. He doesn't know the meaning of the foreign moniker she gives him, but he like's the way it drips from her lips like an exotic honey.

He draws back just enough to accept the kisses she presses down his neck, a low groan rumbling through him as he shamelessly leans into the touch, his ears twitching bemusedly when she whispers sweetly again. You know such curious vords, mein Liebling. He drawls, inquisitive though that sharp edge has returned to linger below the surface, pressing in to nip lightly at her muzzle and throat. You should tell me more about zem sometime. For he does so hate to be ignorant of anything.

But he's in a good mood. A lenient one that is content enough to pass this pesky problem onto future Rainer as well.

There'll be plenty of time to tease out the crimson woman's secrets. He's already decided that he'll be keeping her, after all, beautiful and fun as she is. A bold move, to claim the late Jarl's wife as his own, but it shall be a point in his favor if he takes up the title as he so desires. If the Rike are to rebuild themselves in this land, then Astarte will have a special role to play indeed.

The thought makes Rainer growl, a smoldering flame sparking awake as he drags his lips more insistently over her fluttering pulse. Yes... He shall have her as many times as it takes until his wife carried the evidence of their trysts for all to see.

Wasn't she lucky, to be the recipient of such a rare showing of relentless 'effort'? He'd have to take care she didn't end up spoiled.

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