"We are supposed to be hunting," Marianne chides with a giggle.
"I caught my prey, my tempting fairy queen," Bog chuckles.
Marianne's response is caught off with a moan as Bog suckles hard on her breast, his sharp teeth sending jolts through her form as his claws rake teasingly on her side before gently but firmly tugging onto her wing spines. She might be a bit confused how this turned out but she is definitely not complaining as her body starts to sing once more for her lover.
All she knows is that she walked into the courtyard for the start of the Mid-Spring Wild Hunt and everyone was shocked by her attire. She had thought that maybe she had inadvertently offended them by wearing it. But before she could panic, Stuff broke the silence by asking, while poking the resilient tunic with a claw, which kingdom they traded with for snake-leather and if they would be willing to trade with goblins.
So she explained that the snake-leather wasn't traded but they had killed him two springs ago when he targeted one of the brownie villages and resisted their usual attempts at directing him away. It had taken four leathersmiths to turn the large snakeskin into leather. The brownie craftsman from the saved village turned some of the leather into this as a gift to her since she had seen the snake first and had struck the killing blow.
Maybe if Elder Babba hadn't broken through the new silence with the call for all participants to gather, Marianne might have noticed the hungry look her husband was gazing heatedly at her with. She might not have been caught off guard when they reached the hunting glade. Bog had waited only long enough to sound the Wild Hunt's call at the moon's rise before grabbing her and heading toward a niche at the base of a briar-surrounded tree.
At least Bog had the presence of mind to remove her weapons before he lowered her to the mossy floor but that was it. The impatient male didn't bother to remove her clothes, just pushed her tunic up to expose her breasts to his greedy mouth and pulled her leggings down enough to give him entrance. As if his lustful attentions weren't enough for her, the ragged praise of her sounding out from his mouth made it impossible for her to last long and he's quick to follow.
The brief rest doesn't last long but their second round is far less rushed, though no less passionate. This time, Bog pulls himself from her satisfied body before cleaning her up and setting her clothes right. Blue eyes gleam with unrestrained smugness at her in the moonlit darkness as he curls his form around her and soft laughter rings out when she smacks his chest.
Cocky male.