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She had had no desire to show any of her weaknesses to him - to the towering hessian that she would now call both King and General, but it seemed that her body, devoid of any remaining energy, had other ideas. She had known dubbing lower to the ground that she would not be able to rise using solely three limbs' strength, but she had not wished to cheat or do the exercise improperly. Her pride had been her downfall - if only she had continued the remainder of her pushups in the same teasing fashion she had done only moments before, she would have finished them flawlessly and without issue. but instead her tall timbers had wavered and her trunk had fallen to the earth....
Or at least it would have, if Kershov's shoulder had not been there eagerly waiting to catch her. Athene could feel him tense and ripple against her flesh and she felt something burning within her that was rare to emerge from her - passion. She had passion for other things in a difference sense of the word of course. She had always put her all into her training and into her job - whatever that was depending on where she was living. While a student she had not only listened to the lessons her mentors taught her, but learned from the way her mentors moved, watched how they danced easily away by maneuvering their bodies in flexible and impossible ways. She had expected that same passion from her students - after all, if they did not have a passion for life, she would refuse to teach them. If they did not want to live, then it would be a waste of her time trying to teach them how to. But we are not talking about dedication, hard work, or anything so mundane. The passion boiling through her veins was pure instinctual and fiery desire. Beach of her nerves had suddenly come alive and each movement he made against her - in the most innocent of ways and nowhere near anywhere delicate or intimate - sent whirls of heat across her flesh. Each hair that ws moved out of flesh felt like electricity jumping between her body and his. That was why she had run her tongue up his nape, across his jaw. She wanted to savor the saltiness of his skin, inhale the deep musky cologne that steadily flowed from him. Eagerly she had slipped her soft pink organ beneath the ripped folds that served as one of his lips in order to invade him. But she knew it - and he knew it - that the final draw had been been when her ivories had laid siege to his audette, pulling him down and closer to her own facade and whispered her every thought in his ear.
Kershov's response had been immediately and lightning fast, but to Athene it had been more than that. Few were able to disarm her, even as tired as she was, but Kershov flipped her over as easily as if she were a green pup, barely trained, light as a feather. Her breath began to come in shorter strides even as her fever rose higher and higher. Once more did the coy smile land lightly upon her kissers and she waited patiently for him to finish talking... but it was only her training that allowed her to wait. Even with all of her self-control, the entire time he spoke, she ran her plume up one of his back legs and down the other, craving for contact with him. She wished it had been something more tactile and sensitive touching him there, something that could appreciate each wave of bulging muscle, each tremor that belayed the desire trying to burst through his surface, but even her plume and its dulled senses could feel the throbbing of him. But all the while, her honeys stared upon his facade. The scars and torn flesh were gruesome to some, but to Athene they were battle scars, badges to be worn with honor and to be respected. But soon enough the mask disappeared into the thick ruff of her neck, his breath hot and steamy upon her flesh, moistening it with the delicate water droplets that were left in the wake of his training snout, leaving her colder wherever he did not touch. She shivered beneath him, the weight of Kershov above her strangely arousing. She snarled at the first set of words she mumbled into her pelt, not as a threat but in agreement - she wanted honesty, she wanted his mind, fuck she wanted his body.
It was his turn now to shower her with rough kisses, his tongue trailing over her already moistened fur until he found her maw. His own parted and Athene dove in, not missing the opportunity to taste him again. The contact was like fire and it burned her yet she craved more. Tightening her abdominals she allowed her tongue to once again trail up the marred side of his face and up to the same audette that she had already pierce. With none of the delicacy due to a princess, she slid her teeth in again briefly before using her tongue to slide across the now delicate and sensitive tissues there, her vocals escaping ina husky moan of pleasure. Once more she tightening her core and pushed her chest against his and wriggled out from underneath him, her plume trailing along the midline of his ventrum all the while, feeling all of him. Bright pools of amber stayed locked on him as she continued to move out from under him until her spread hind limbs were where her face had been only moments before - directly under his. She paused long enough for him to do whatever deviant vile and all around pleasureable things he wished, but her purpose was to see the desire build in his gaze as he saw her bared self once again. Her own pulse jumped and quickened as she watched him and eventually, she righted herself.
Strong limbs held surprisingly dainty paws and she was dancing back to him now, curling herself around him, her bodice rubbing down one side of him and she nuzzled against his flank, her incisors nipping at the tissues there but always was a bite followed by a kiss, a tender caress of her tongue. She rounded the corner of his rump and continued to lay her perfume upon him. For now, at least, he was hers. She would permit no intrusion in this moment, allow him no thoughts of another. She was a polygamist - taught from birth that love was much less useful than an able-bodied mate - and would not stop or say a word against him having other consorts. But right now, she wanted to be the only fae on his mind. As she circled him, her tail remained flagged, letting him inhale the new perfume exuding from her, her heated aroma exuding from her delicate flower. by the same token, with her plume waved to the side, he would be able to see that same flower. It was displayed proudly and was spread inconspicuously by Athene's internal rotation of both of her limbs in order to pull the petals apart ever so slightly. He would be able to see the dewe upon those very petals, see the wetness that he so desired to see, see her own desire for him.
Until finally she came back in front of him and walked past him until her rump once more was at his snout. She bent low into another of her exquisite positions - her front end lowered to the ground while her haunches raised high into the sky and back toward him. She was presented to him and suddenly this was no longer a test to see how far she could push him. She knew that he would take her now, cover her own flesh with his, but it was not a weakness of his. His attraction to her meant nothing other than a desire to breed, and thus would hold no weakness as opposed to something as fleeting as love. And speaking of breeding... her nape curved gracefully so that she could peer back at him mischievously all the while wiggling her rump in front of him.
"Though it is not winter and pups can't be made
There's one more thing I need to know, I'm afraid -
In order for a titan to be a good and proper breeder
He has to prove his ability first to seed her.
I am not a damsel in distress nor a delicate flower
I want you to take me brutally with all your power.
I dare you to try to get me to reach my apex first
Are you powerful enough to delay your own thirst?
In order to prove yourself as a breeder and succeed
And secure yourself as my prime option in winter to breed
I want you to mount me, lay claim to me, fill me up
Escalate our foreplay into a glorious hookup."
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