Completed [Sanctuary] Embracing the Inevitable (Reven)

[Vanator]

Vanator struggled to grasp a shred of reason. Yes, they did need to talk. Where would they go from there, would she move into his suite? What was the extent of this curious shared awareness? Suddenly Vanator realized there was alot about bonding, once on the inside, that he didn't know. but those thoughts came and went in a fleeting vapor of a thought. The Drykas was reeling. He had been cracked open, barriers and defenses breached, his being exposed and meshed with the young Kelvic woman he barely really knew.

Vanator had many years under his belt. He knew passion, lust, love, had experienced them to the fullest. But what coursed through his being as he held Reven defied definition. There was desire, strong desire. He knew that bonds were not always romantic in effect. Perhaps it was the nature of Van and Reven that garbed thier bond with such feelings of desire, maybe it was a spark of attraction that preceded the call of the bond. Regardless of the origin, Vanator swam with passion for his bondmate, a passion honed and compounded by the same want that fed back through the bond from Reven, an endless cycle that flowed between them. He was surprised by the strength of Reven's passion. But again, he was bound to a cougar, an animal with primal instincts and needs. It was an experience like no other he had known.

They tried to temper the moment, a joke about telling Kavala, expressions of the need to discuss and examine their condition. But the bondmates could not separate, could not keep from pressing kisses to bared skin, could not cease the friction of their embrace.

"Reven," Vanator breathed huskily into her ear, the puff of his breath sending strands of her hair dancing, "there will be plenty of time to talk." His lips found hers again, this time the kiss was hungry, Vanator's mouth parted, tip of his tongue darting out to test the pillows of her lips and seek entrance. His hand slid to the Kelvic girl's waist, beneath the leather vest to press against the warm skin above her hips, holding her against him. "All I want right now is you."

[Reven Heath]

When his breath touched her ear, she was undone.

In that moment, her arousal for the man before her soared past her intention to cease and with that, threw all caution to the wind. His lips met hers in a heated kiss as her hands dug into his golden tresses. Reven was unafraid, meeting him with the same hungry, fiery passion that he reflected back to her. She could feel his hand run down, over her skin, grasping her hips. That simple action caused a warmth to rise up in the pit of her stomach as the cougar pushed Van further against the wall, needing more of him.

It couldn't be helped, nothing could stop the two now. The tension welled up inside them during the weeks of isolation from the other was suddenly released, like a dam being broken apart. Reven couldn't hold back any longer. He was seeking entrance which she gladly allowed, her own tongue meeting his, pushing, exploring, dancing. There was an electric current spiking through the atmosphere and with every touch and moan made, grew stronger. Her fingers moved from his golden locks, down to the tunic he wore, tucking her fingers up under the hem to tease the flesh of his torso. The scars beneath the fabric were slightly apparent but feeling them now, flesh to flesh, Reven felt a twinge of sadness at how his skin was marred. It did not detract from the way she viewed him. It was simply a reminder and commitment to herself that she would never let another thing scar his flesh.

Not if it killed her.

“Van—“ Reven breathed against his lips for only a moment before she was captured in yet another passionate battle, soft moans escaping her as she fought for air. Breaking the kiss, the feline tilted her head back, her heart pounding against his as she panted. During the kiss, they has shifted positions and now, she found herself tucked against him and the wall. As uncomfortable as it was, the position only made her blood boil for him. Blazing hazel locked with passionate brown, expressing to him not only through the bond, but through her eyes as well, the need to claim him.

Without a second thought, her fingers gripped and ripped the brown tunic open to display his chest. So many scars laid about the tanned complexion of his skin. Reven took a brief moment to examine them before pulling him close once more. Soft, full lips found his neck, kissing lightly, moving further to kiss his collarbone, shifting over to kiss at the scar on his shoulder then further, to kiss the others. He was her bondmate and as new to this as they were, she appreciated every aspect of him, including his flaws. Pushing the tunic off of him, Reven was back to his lips within moments, fingers caressing the soft skin of his chest.

“Don't ever ignore me again,” She rasped, “And I will be yours till the end of my days.”

[Vanator]

As the bondmates drank of their long denied attraction in the passion of a deep kiss, their hands explored flesh they had longed to touch. Van's nerves danced as Reven's hand slid beneath his shirt, curious fingers tracing the scars of his skin, sending jolts of electricity through his body. In his pleasure and waxing desire, Vanator had swiftly moved, guiding his young, newfound lover around until it was she pressed against the stone wall, her man so close to her as she paused for a breath, the exhalation of it the whisper of his name. How sweet, how wanting was the sound of his name on Reven's lips. Van sucked in a breath of his own at the sound, then sank is mouth again against the Kevlic's, renewing the carnal hunger of their kiss.

As if only then realizing her circumstance, the Kelvic broke the kiss, her head leaning back against the wall she now found herself pressed against. Van's eyes slid open, alive with glinting gold specks, met Reven's feral gaze. Her soft, young features were rich with desire, and the gaze she locked upon Vanator spoke deep things he had never seen in a woman's gaze, primal hunger, tender possession, and devout loyalty. It was the glory of the Kelvic bond married with pure desire and even love.

Even as Vanator began to lose himself in the heated hazel wells of Reven's eyes, he felt her hands tug on his shirt and tear it apart as the cougar would tear apart a deer. She exposed his chest, hard and chiseled from a life in the grasslands and the hard daily work of the Sanctuary. The scars were varied that adorned his torso, perhaps the most prominent was the nearly surgical laceration near his heart that Kavala herself had carved, part of the ritual in which she had inducted her brother with res.

Van's eyes slid shut, his head tilted back as he reveled in Reven's touch, the soft press of her lips on his skin, mouth and hands exploring his body. Her mouth caressed his scars, as if accepting his marred flesh as her own, of which Van willingly offered. Once again the kiss ensued as the Kelvic's touch continued to stir and tease the Drykas. Then her breathy voice lifted to his ears.

The creature that only chimes ago seemed like a child now revealed herself as the woman. With an almost sultry tone, she admonished her bondmate never to shun her again, with the promise of her devotion for the rest of her life. Vanator had heard others say such things, no less than a couple seasons ago. But none had uttered it with the piercing gaze, the rich sincerity or the resounding confirmation that the bond fed him from Reven's heart. There was no doubt under Syna's sun that Reven would hold fast to her words. Such was the power of her statement that Vanator nearly shuddered.

"No being here or in the Ukalas will turn me from you again, Reven. And I will be yours, care for, protect, teach and adore you until Dira sees fit to take us from this world."

Vanator kissed Reven again, the trail of kisses following the line of her jaw to the soft skin of her neck. The hands that had rested on her hips, holding her against the wall, slipped from under the vest to seize its front. A quick tug broke free the few fasteners. It was Vanator's turn to explore, his strong, calloused hands sliding up the flat smoothness of her belly, gently over her small mounds, then down her sides, fingers dancing over the slight ridges of her ribs, appreciating every scar he encountered as if it were a jewel.
The room filled with their labored breaths, the soft ring of mewls and moans and hums of pleasure released in the utter surrender to the bond and the desire for one another.

Vanator slid the vest over Reven's slight shoulders, moving to press his lips to their creamy curves. His hands found Reven's, his fingers entwining with his. Van held the Kelvic's hands against the wall, out to the sides, as his kisses trailed further down the column of Reven's neck, over her collarbone and to the tender globes of her breasts, showing each ardent affection. The Drykas hips pressed against Reven's, heat on heat, the ageless dance of men and women, male and female, now fully engulfing the bondmates, laced with the animalistic instincts of the cougar, feeding her human lover with primal need. Van growled softly into her youthful flesh, and she swore she heard him moan her name again.

[Reven Heath]

It was the pleasant echo of truth and security the reverberated into the bond after she spoke her words. In his eyes, Reven glimpsed a moment of emotional scars inflicted on his heart and mind, bringing into question her truth. She would not let him waiver the promise laced in her voice and gave as much commitment, care and loyalty as she could to the bond, feeling it mix with the burning passions and needs for the other. The connection was intense and in that moment, it felt as if their very emotions driving them to touch, caresses, to rouse pleasure was nearly palpable, tangible, thick in the air. As if they were breathing in the very fires that fueled them. Even his words seemed to add new flames to her already burning desire for him.

Reven had held it shut up within her, letting the darkness put a hush to the passion she silently craved for him.. from him. During cold winter nights, her ignorant thoughts beckoned her to explore, to feel, to ache mixed with confusion and loneliness. At times, it was an embarrassment to the woman, pushing the attraction away with force, attempting to lock every bit of it in the cage she too held inside. But, strangely, it kept coming undone. Every moment her eyes would glance upon his form, watching his limbs move precisely, fluidly, experienced in their way of movement... Reven couldn't help but wonder. And as the days past, each moment they were together but forcefully separate added to the tension the Kelvic felt was bubbling up inside her. She couldn't explain it. The overpowering need for this man was tied with the exhilaration to bond with him. They were not one in the same, but separate sources of emotion tied into a line that fiercely connected with Vanator, mirroring with the same rushing intensity back to Reven.

It blanketed her mind, ceasing all form of thought. All the cougar wanted to do now was feel her bondmate as he ventured with her into the thralls of passion. The bond had destroy so much of what was holding them back, it had crumbled the insecurities and fears with its connection, and restored to life, an essence of renewal, of love and trust, strength in body, mind, and soul. Riding along that wave was underlying desire that neither of them felt the need to admit to till this very moment in time and allowed freely, their hands and lips and pleasures to roam. Acceptance guiding them forward...

The feline couldn't help but drown happily in the emotions Vanator arose within her. As his lips met hers once more with the same hungry need, she could feel his interests start to wander. Completely focused on her, yet his hands lifted, unclasping her leather vest till the contraption loosened and she felt it fall free of her form. His hands were soft as they explored her own flesh, leaving in their wake an electric path that lifted goosebumps from her skin. The Kelvic's form straightened, even curved slightly toward him, basking in the new found touches as no man had ever touched her in such a way. Reven would not have allowed it.

It was different with Vanator. Even with such a rough, broad, masculine demeanor, he was kind, gentle and giving. He was as honest with his emotions as he allowed himself to be which, for a human being, was expected and it impressed Reven that he attempted to show it when he could. He was responsible and trustworthy, someone capable and strong. Someone she could confide in and call his heart home. It shocked her to realize the bond had called him to her and her to him, after chancing upon each other out in the woods, thinking the other a threat even though they were nearly the best thing for the other. It was shocking because she had not known of him and yet, Reven wanted him nearly as bad as she did at this very moment, without realizing it.

He was driving her further into the inferno as his lips captured hers once more, his fingers lacing through hers to hold both hands pinned pleasantly to the cold, stone wall. That's when he descended, scorching her skin with the soft pillows of his lips, trailing the column of her neck, venturing down slowly. Reven's body was humming and, if he hadn't kept her to the wall, she was sure she would have made a fool of herself by now. His touched made her tremble, not with fear but excitement. And when his lips fell to her bosom, showing her affection in a way she had never known of, Reven tensed. Vanator had strung a moan from her which the Kelvic quickly bit her lip after, trying to silence herself. He was starting to play a tune from her with the affection the Drykas was showing her body and, if they were not careful, part of the Within would be able to listen.

The last thing she wanted was someone knocking on her door... Especially this late at night.

That was a worry silence by the press of her Bondmate's hips, his need evident against her scorching flame. It made her cheeks flush, not with embarrassment but with anticipation. Reven should have felt scared, nervous even, but instinct drove her forward. The Kelvic knew what was happening and had a clue of what was to come. She was naive of the world, yes, but given enough knowledge of it to assume and maybe that was not the best thing for her... Sometimes experience was better.

Reven tugged at her hands, needing more than his teases. The cougar could hear him clearly, his breaths, his groans, his growls. She could hear it in his voice, the pleasure he would soon envelop her in. Her breath pulled, anticipation making it hard for her to focus on breathing. Reven pulled again, wanting her hands free and if he would comply with her request, she would bury her fingers into his silky tresses and mesh her lips to his once more, grasping softly his lower lip between her teeth. With a small tug, she would release and eyes now set upon his, she would pause for a calm moment before finding the center of his chest with her palm and slowly pushing him back. Back toward her bed of furs.

[Vanator]

The Drykas was now burning with his consumption of Reven. The bond fed him in his being, not a clear vision of her thoughts and perceptions, but a channel to a deeper place within the Kelvic, her emotions, her instincts, licked at his soul, as if he could feel the pleasure he was giving, and he wondered if Reven could feel his own stoked desires. Giving her pleasure, and taking his own as he did, was Van's purpose, his focus as his lips and tongue pressed to taunt young flesh, not shy in the affection he lavished on her soft contours and firm peaks.

She writhed beneath the press of his mouth and hips, and only after a few moments did Vanator feel Reven's hands tugging to be freed. He released them, untangling his fingers and settling his hands on her hips, gripping at the loose fabric of her trousers. Van moaned as the cougar entangled her fingers in his mane, pulling her bondmate into another passionate kiss. Sharp feline teeth tugged gently at his bottom lip, the sting exquisite before she released him and with a press of her hand to his chest, guided him back to her bed.

Van felt the frame of the bed against the back of his legs, falling back onto the furs piled upon it, pulling Reven down on top of him. As he found her lips once again, opening another hot kiss, this tongue running over her canines, feeling the curious sharp fangs. His hands caressed the bare skin of her back, running the pads of his fingers over the firm columns of muscle along her spine, just beneath her smooth hide. Vanator's hip shifted beneath her of their own volition, feeling the weight of the woman on top of him.

His thumbs hooked into the sides of the waist of Reven's pants, beginning to tug at them, to shimmy them down over her hips. Vanator wanted Reven, all of her, to completed their union in every way, body and soul. It felt more than right. Van wanted it, needed it, for so many reasons. He didn't know if it was fate, or some benevolent god, or sheer luck, that Reven came along. To his logic, this was madness, engulfed in this woman so deeply, so passionately, sealing a relationship that could be lifelong with someone he really didn't know. But Van did know Reven. Maybe not about her, but now he knew her like no one else could. He could feel the flavor of her emotions, the instincts that pricked at her, her hunger, physical and sensually. He did know Reven, and she certainly knew him.

No more thought was given to reason, as Van's hands ran over her backside, pushing the pants down further. Squriming more beneath her, he hiked up a leg and pushed the pants further down her legs with his boot, until they dangled from her feet. His hands reached as far down as they could, starting at the back of her thighs beneath her bottom and sliding them up in a caress, until they reached her tangled mane. Gently holding her face, Van pulled away the kiss, dark eyes dancing with gold specks. There was so much he wanted to say, words fueled by wanton desire, things he wanted to do to her, his burning desire to consume her. But Van's words remained unspoken. Reven would feel it all, know how she had fanned into a conflagration the man's desires.

His eyes, half-lidded and rich with need, fixed upon Reven's gaze. "I want you, now." Was all he could utter.

[Reven Heath]

As his legs met the edge of her bed, Reven allowed him to take control at that point and guide her onto his form with a simple tug back. She fell onto him easy, catching the soft fur with her left hand as her right slid up to caress his cheek, pulling him deeper into the kiss. His tongue was adventurous, moving across her fangs with an unafraid curiosity that mirrored her own. However, her fangs were only slightly rounded, just blunt enough to rest easily against the callouses inside her mouth. The feline pulled back slightly, guiding him away from her teeth to push him back, wanting her own journey of his mouth.

His fingers made her shiver, a warm, electric caress that teased her deeper into the connection. Reven had wanted this for so long, to feel his touches, his skin against hers, to know the mind that occupied this body she could not resist. The Kelvic's mind had been consumed with nothing but the desire to make him hers. After the connection, after their kiss, after his fingers dancing over her skin... Madness was indeed the word to use in the intensity of the moment they were sharing. Reven knew as well as Vanator that their union would lock them together for nearly the rest of the cougar's life. The bond had snapped them together, had broken open everything they denied, had blessed them with the company and care of the other, as well as the deep attraction they shared. The feline allowed herself to drown in his essence and in turn, she felt her bondmate relinquish himself in much the same manner with a press of his hips.

It drove them forward and before she made sense of it, Reven was settled over him, completely bare to the world as her pants fell from her feet. Calloused hands inspected the curve of her body, guided slowly to feel the soft, tanned skin that had been hidden away from view since they had met. It was then that their kiss broke, those same hands finding their way to her cheeks, holding her gently as he gazed at her, into her... And then she felt it, like a river of lava, through the bond. His desire for her sparked the need inside her, its intensity rising with every tick. Reven could feel him, every bit of him. As she sat over top of him and through the bond. Those desires that laid hidden in his eyes, the Kelvic knew at that moment she would do anything to fulfill them.

She silenced him after his whispered words because she could not bare to be driven further into this fiery storm. If he pursued her any further, Reven was sure to follow her instincts and control him in every way, to make him ache. Her lips found his and, with a racing heart and shaky hands, she too began unclothing him. It was awkward and she was clumsy, removing the clothing was a task she wasn't use to and a new experience for her. Growling, the feline broke the kiss and slid off of him, frustrated with her lack of grace and experience. Removing his shoes, the Kelvic tossed them away then finally, tugged away his pants.

And then she paused. Bright eyes looked on at him, stunned for a moment. Reven had never seen a man before... It brought a blush to her cheeks and a small smile to her lips. That's when she began to feel the slight fear. Would this be painful..? It was as if time had slowed as she made her way back to him, her soft skin meeting his in a way that was very new to her. Then the Kelvic perched her hips right above his, staring down at him with bright, passionate, curious eyes. As much as her instincts led her, she was still new to this and asked, with her gaze, for some guidance. Reven wanted to look like a woman and would not risk showing inexperience if she could help it. Callouses hands glided over the toned chest of her bondmate, nails biting softly into his skin. She would have him take control, take her through the experience, rouse from her emotions she never knew, show her what passion truly was and then, after their union, Reven would show him the same courtesy in her own way. She would envelope them both in the madness of need before Syna's light would show.

[Vanator]

The lithe cougar girl, relieved of her garments, sprawled out over her lover, allowing Vanator's hands full range to roam Reven's lean form, skin warm and smooth and taut over her youthful frame. The Drykas relished the exploration, savoring every contour, every dip and ridge, every scar and angle of Reven Heath, though he did not draw near her womanhood, though the man ached to.

Reven silenced Vanator with another wet kiss, and began to fumble with his clothes. The young Kelvic struggled, not sure how to defrock her bondmate, the last barrier to their ultimate union. With a predatory huff Reven yanked off Vanator's boots, then yanked at his pants with such fervency that he had to hold onto the frame or be pulled off the bed. A jolt of energy rushed through his body as he lay naked before Reven, the last vestiges of fabric separating them gone. Vanator's ardent arousal was apparent now, laid out for his lover to see. Reven's gaze betrayed her innocence, her riveting eyes studying his form for a long tick.

Van felt her sudden anxiety, the pending event that the Kelvic wanted so bad, but feared the unknown, a dichotomy that echoed through the bond. Vanator smiled warmly, holding out his hand for reassurance as Reven approached, climbing on top of him. The Drykas' heart now thudded madly against his chest, longing to feel Reven's weight on him again, his manhood in its fullness. Van did not take his eyes from the lovely cougar, his gaze full of desire, and comfort. As maddened as he was with want, how he needed to take her with all his being, Vanator would lead his bond mate through her first time with care. Van felt the gravity of the honor, the bond driving a need to not only unite with her in a very carnal way, it compelled him to guide and care for her.

The feral youth pressed her palms against the firmness of his chest, sharp nails biting into his bronze flesh, the stings sending pleasurable pain through Van's body. His body was ringing with sensation, a searing heat burning in his core, inches away from the woman straddling him, the woman he that had become a part of him in moments, the woman he wanted to be a part of, to be one with, hovering over him. Vanator looked up at Reven through eyes half-lidded with ecstasy, lean muscle and youthful curves, beautiful face painted with euphoria, she was a woman stunningly desirable. She was indeed a woman to him, and somehow she was suddenly everything he wanted in a woman, and more. She was the cougar, the wild beast that intrigued him, tugged at his primal nature, making Reven exotic, unique. She looked down at him, waiting to be lead. It was time.

Vanator reached down, guiding himself to her. A hand rested on Reven's hips, gently urging her to descend upon him, the man emitting a long low moan as they met. He lifted himself a bit to help drive their union, until she was settled firmly, sitting on top his fullness. Vanator lifted a hand to caress her cheek reassuringly, moving his hips slightly beneath his Kevic lover, tantalizing the hypersensitive nerves with the friction. His gaze only left Reven's when he had to close his eyes, lost in the erotic flood of sensation.

"Reven..." he groaned.

[Reven Heath]

Two hearts thudded as one, both connected by bond and joined with attraction. Reven trusted him and allowed his hands to move over her form, guiding her to him for union. She gripped his wrists, her body tensing with anticipation as the hands on her hips urged her to lower herself. The Kelvic felt him press and gasped, hazel eyes staring upon half-lidded, gold flecked with a startled look. Then he pressed further, coaxing her to lower more. The pain ignited like a blast of cold, sharp ice as her hips sank down, meeting his. Reven winced, her nails digging into his skin once more as she felt the sharp sting radiate from her lower half and ripple into the bond.

Oh, it hurt...

“Van...” She breathed, feeling his hips move after a moment for she was settled quite firmly onto him. The feline bit her lip, sensations zapping up into her stomach and back, easing away the pain of his claim of her and introducing Reven to a new side of life. It felt completely different than anything she had experienced before. The Kelvic was stiff upon him, yet the flow of his pleasure pouring into her soul roused her own sound of ecstasy, guiding her to rock her hips against his.

It didn't take long for the pain to die and spark with it, new passion for the man she could not explain. The muscles in her abdomen and thighs flexed to lift her frame from him, only to ease with a soft groan of pleasure back to her bondmate. Her body acted on its own accord, driven by instinct alone, clawing further for the sensations, moving with him steadily. Firm hands pressed into his torso, nails dragging into Vanator, scratching, needing something to keep her to this world. Reven's mind was fogged with carnal need, aching for him as he pressed to her, causing her to draw out his name in another breathy, not so quiet moan.

The tension that had built up from their first meeting, through their time of silence, till now was released with every rhythmic push from the man. She couldn't stop herself from voicing her sensual delight, and as their forms meshed and danced within the thralls of desire, Reven felt a sense of tightening. Her entire body ached, the feline could feel Vanator stringing her as if she were an instrument to be tuned. Newly strung, he would press into the peg, her peg, electing a sound from her and if that was not good enough, and she was out of tune, he would press again, repeatedly, grip strong and movement fast. Tightening her, making her sing till she was at her sharpest and with stiff frame, let her body shudder in the wake of release.

There were red lines drawn across his torso and as she peered down at him through her own half-lidded eyes, she felt no apology for the marks. Instead, her body tense still and full of need, she toppled onto him and captured his lips in yet another hungry kiss. Reven was not done with him and he with her. Words could not express how desperately the two needed this. The cougar broke the kiss and gasped, feeling as though she couldn't get enough air. Her hand nestled into his hair, feeling sweat on his roots as Reven gripped them softly. Then, sliding from his silky, sweat covered tresses, Reven tugged at his arm and shoulder, beckoning him to turn them over, to revel in the passion a new way.

“Vanator.” Her voice called, “How can you do this to me..?”

Raspy and full of need, Reven didn't expect a response. She understood how he could arouse her and ignite the flames within her by mere touch. Maybe the Kelvic could have handled herself better had they not bonded and fed into the other with such emotions.

“Have me again...” The feline coaxed him with whispers, biting softly the skin of his neck. “I need you still...”

[Vanator]

Through the bond, Vanator felt a flinch from the sharp pain Reven experienced as he breached her virginity, even as his bondmate hissed his name. Van felt the trickle of blood down his thigh, the proof that he was indeed the Kelvic's first. It endeared the young Kelvic even more to the Drykas, that she was his and he was hers in yet another, very intimate way.

Van let out a grunt as Reven began to rock her hips, the cougar's instincts taking over, her body knowing what to do. Vanator looked up at his lover, watching her lean form move smoothly, powerfully atop him, the lean muscle of her abdomen and thighs rippling as she rose and descended upon Vanator, slowly, methodically. Strong nails expressed the intensity of Reven's ecstasy as they dug again into the flesh of her bondmate's chest, but Vanator was lost, swimming in his own euphoria as Reven rode atop him, he writhing beneath her. They found perfect rhythm, as if they heard the same metronome through the bond, bodies moving and twisting in unison, enhancing the friction that loosed wanton noises from both their lips.

Reven's movement became more urgent, her taut tummy tighening, Van feeling the twitching and squeezing as the Kelvic's cries reached a crescendo and Van felt his bondmate stiffen and shudder from her very first release. The sharp sting of her nails dragging across his flesh rang with the growing pressure in his own loins. Her rhythmic rocking slowed and Reven collapsed upon Van's chest, engulfing her lover in another impassioned kiss. She clung possessively to Vanator's hair as her small torso heaved for air. Van was covered in a glossy sheen of sweat. The Drykas expected Reven to cuddle against him, to catch her breath and recover. Vanator had not finished, but it was his bondmate's first time, young and inexperienced, he assume Reven was done.

But, again, Van underestimated his cougar. Instead of snuggling, Reven tugged him over as she rolled to her back, urging him to assume his place atop her. The bond still screamed of her desires, not yet sated, the animal needing more. His lover was not finished, as she made clear as she breathed her need into his flesh, the rounded canines nipping at his skin and sending lusty chills through his body. Van only grunted in acknowledgement and flashed a wry grin.

Strong arms, corded with muscle, held Vanator up over Reven as he settled between her coltish legs, pressing his hip again against hers. His eyes again looked down and fixed upon Reven's, so rich with the bond and the attraction, and his own need to reach culmination. More readily Vanator entered Reven again, now he controlling speed and force, a long moan slipping from his throat as he felt Reven's velvety embrace. First using a teasingly slow pace, Vanator began to increase frequency and strength, his effort driven by powerful thighs. His breath came in short, sharp huffs, growls and hums and hisses no longer restrained. Van felt like a cougar himself, intoxicated by the bond-cast primal instincts that drove Reven to need him again, like mating predators in the wild, Van took his female with gusto and ownership.

Their lovemaking became almost frantic, the collision of bodies audible, the symphony of their carnal songs meshing into a finale as Van felt the tightness no longer able to bear, and he released in a cry of pleasure, rocking Reven beneath him, leaning close to her and muffling his moans in the tangles of his lover's sweaty mane, growling her name in her ear as he continued to ply her until the peak of her own song rang with his.

[Reven Heath]

Reven's actions appeared to have surprised her mate as their bodies rolled before he was pleasantly atop her, leaning down with a glint in his eyes. They pulled her in, deeper, while the bond they shared latched to her like a drug meaning to completely rid her body of mind and breathe new life into the emotions he pumped into her through their connection and the sensations he spurred over her entire body. For a chime, Reven was nothing but a slave to overwhelming euphoria, letting him take over, guide her, tease her even as she ached audibly for him without a single thought running through her mind. Had he burned it away?

Van said not a word, but acknowledged her requested with a grunt. Reven understood his quiet joy as he took her again, in his own way. The cougar knew the natural order, especially when it came to mating, that the males were normally the ones to take charge. She witnessed this in many species whether it was human or animal. Thankfully, humans had a bit more compliance when the females requested control and Reven promised herself, she would use that freedom to her full advantage, when she could.

Vanator teased her which the Kelvic discovered she didn't like. Instincts she had been guided by didn't register his playfulness and so, the feline had her hips pushing up to his in odd, quick rhythms. When Reven noticed he didn't follow her, hazel eyes cracked up to peer up at him with burning yellow, the green all but faded to a thin, circular line. Her gaze was fixed to his, revealing to him a more feral look than any he had ever seen. The passion Reven gave to Van through look alone demanded him, his fullest, and truest nature to meet with hers and blend. Else, the cougar was afraid she'd gain too much control and throw the both of them into a world that would take many bells to rise from.

Knowing him, in that moment, he probably wouldn't mind it...

Reven tossed her head back, brown locks in a halo around a sweat covered face, eyes squeezed shut as plump lips stayed parted open. Thin hands gripped into the furs below, needing some kind of stability as their dance became rough, wild, slowly turning into something carnal instinct between animals would drive. "Aah..!" They were loud, the two moving noisily, cries echoing out against the stone walls and if her conscious mind had realized such things, Reven would have tried to silence herself. But now, it was too late and most of the Within could hear their lustful act by now.

She could feel Vanator, muscular body above her as he complied to her demands and sank into her in a way that made the woman want to scream out. Reven found small releases as he had his way with her, breaths of air, growls, groans, even shouts of passion filling the air soon after. Eyes springing open as the clenching inside her body was nearly painful, her fingers latched into the roots of his hair just as Reven felt Van string them both tight. Her release was given just after his, as he still kept to her even after she felt him give. Body spent, the cougar could feel her lower stomach and hips begin to cramp painfully while her release still took her. Reven clung to him, pulling him as close as he could be, sounds of ecstasy still emanating from her even after the two lay gasping for breath.

After the Kelvic regained her mentality, she brought her lover close for another kiss though, when their lips touched, it was gentle, almost apologetic for she didn't leave him unscathed. Thankfully, the scratches weren't deep enough to make him bleed, but they were quite noticeable and covered nearly all of his torso, and part of his neck and arms. Venturing from his lips, Reven gave her bondmate affectionate kisses, sweeping over his face before pulling away. They were both drowning in sweat, from what it felt like. Reven needed relief from the heat.

Pushing at his torso gently, the cougar beckoned him off of her so that he could lay next to her on the bed. If he would follow with her request, she would rest beside him, staring up at the ceiling while working to ease her need for air.

Reven had been claimed by a man... She blinked.

A shiver ran up her spine as her skin began to cool. The Kelvic had become bonded and physically claimed by the man she had dreamt of for nearly a season. Joy and completion, satisfaction and exhaustion. It's what she felt in that moment, radiating from her in thick, powerful waves that were sure to reflect in her bondmate as well.

“Wow...” Reven whispered tiredly, amazed. “... Wow... That was... beyond wonderful...”

The Kelvic hadn't expected the evening to take a turn in such a way and thought she would be homeless by the time he had walked out of the door. Gods was she wrong, completely wrong. The Kelvic leaned into the bond, savoring each emotion she felt from Vanator and knew that it had not been his intention whatsoever. He was completely hers and she was completely his, with utter fascination and affection. Oh, the thought made her want to purr...

Sitting up, Reven leaned against her right arm, looking over her bondmate as light brown tresses cascaded over her shoulder. Vanator looked absolutely magnificent, a fine specimen of a man that the cougar had no problem ogling at before turning her gaze to his. Reaching her hand out, calloused fingers touched his cheek firmly, as if making sure he was really there. He was... and he was hers... The thought would not cease its echo in her mind.

Tiredly, Reven slid to him, curling to his form as she felt slumber begin to take her. Too much had happened that day and sadly, it exhausted Reven beyond measure even though she wanted to continue on with this pleasant torture. In the morning, however, she would practice her ways on him. “Van...” She mumbled, her hand sprawled out, over his heart. “Please... don't ever leave.. me.”

Why she said it, the Kelvic didn't know. As the black abyss of sleep began to take her softly away, Reven could feel the echos of fear grip her, reminding her of the journal, and the woman that had been driven to insanity by a broken bond. Would that happen to her? Never... Reven promised, she would rather die now than be separated from this man. She was his and he was hers.

Soon enough, the cougar was asleep against her mate, cuddled tightly to his side with a peaceful expression.