Chapter Three: Trials Toward the Desert

Sigurd had no words left and Ashwyn's took all sense from him. With the help of their druid guide he pushed his pulsing globe against her hard and ground into her to get it lubricated. He grabbed the half-elf hips and pulled her down towards him until there was a quick release of pressure and an insurmountable wave of pleasure.

He had knotted his mate, as he had Jacquelyn. Only this meant a lot more than just animalistic sex, though... It still was. He loved her more than life itself. And he would claim her tonight as his, she had chosen to accept the gift of the ManaWell and of the ways to get it this was the one most of his people chose.

He was at his limit, leaning down he kissed her passionately and gave a sharp exhale as he unleashed a torrent of semen deep inside her. So much so that it started to seep out around his knot. Panting he looked her in the eyes and smiled "I love you..." He growled out.

As Sigurd pushed his knot inside Ashwyn, the druid woman moved out of the way to give the couple their moment.

The stretching was intense for Ashwyn. She'd never felt so full before. It was painful... But the burn was. Accompanied by such amazing passion and pleasure. She clutched at him as he leaned in and when he kissed her she returned it with her own passion and love. As she felt the intense heat of his seed deep inside her she moaned and her own earth shattering climax wracked her entire body.

She tightened her legs around him and wrapped her arms around his neck. She smiled up at him when he spoke. "I love you too." she said softly. She leaned in and rubbed her forehead against his.

As they came down from their sexual high and the affects of the ceremony died down, Ashwyn snuggled against him, warmed from the cold breeze by his fur. She enjoyed feeling him deep inside her and she would periodically push against him, feeling another small jolt of pleasure as she did so.

"I never knew how amazing it would be to tie with you. I never want you to pull out." she whispersled contentedly to him

Though he was exhausted his body seemed to be less than through with its climax. Sigurd rolled the two of them so his hulking frame wasn't going to crush her. Letting her rest on his chest. As they moved he could still feel himself releasing short burst of seed inside her. It was a natural mechanism to make sure mates were bred properly.

He smirked at her comment and wagged his tail, "I couldn't pull out if I wanted to..." He said wrapping his arms around her to shelter her from the cold night air.

Long before Sigurd and Ashwyn coupled together, completing their link as mates...while Jacquelyn was spurring on Sigurd's discovery of his own capabilities...Lo experienced Cirro explode inside her, his warmth seeping into every part of her existence.  Moaning with the incredible feeling, Lo kissed him again, pulling at his lips with her own while his seed seeped out of her.  Moving back just a bit extracts him from her, and Lo almost laughs again as more of what he'd poured into her fell to the earth.  The first is always a gift to the earth; the second...now that's hers.  Looking up at him with her arms still wrapped tightly around his body, she nibbles lightly on the line of his jaw.  She's so short that her lips line up with the small of his neck, and as she licks and nibbles and kisses him she can feel his pulse racing, hear his heavy breathing.  He almost looks to be at the point of collapse...probably from the overwhelming feeling they'd just experienced together.  He had hinted at his inexperience, and while she's just as inexperienced she'd dreamt of this moment far too long for it to be over so soon!  Well from dreams to reality...she'd wanted to try several things on whoever would gift her with his body, and while she's not sure if it would work or if he would even like it she wants to at least try.  

Feeling him move within her while still standing had been incredible, but she wasn't sure if what she wanted to try was suitable for such a position and she didn't want him collapsing on her!  Wrapping her arms around him tightly, she moves one leg behind him and pushes against the back of his legs to buckle his knees just a bit, then kneels with him in her arms to lower him to the ground.  It's a simple enough move, but her upper body strength isn't quite enough to lower him to the ground as softly as she would like.  Making up for her rough treatment of him by kissing and rubbing every part of him she can reach, she slowly starts exploring his body with her lips and tongue.  Starting at his collarbone and working down his sternum, nipping and sucking at his pecs, licking the lines of muscle in his chest...every part of him is a new experience, something fascinating to explore.  When she finally reaches his lower extremities, her tongue follows the line of his hip to his groin...and quickly discovers that she doesn't like the taste of herself.  At all.  There's enough of his seed on his shaft that it's not a completely unpleasant experience, and thankfully this is still a gift to the earth...licking, sucking and then spitting, Lo gifts the earth with the remnants of their coupling as a thanks for the life they've been given.  Finally able to taste just him again, Lo continues licking and sucking at his shaft from the bell to the base, trying to take all of him in her mouth and gripping his shaft with her hands when it's clear he's too much for her.  When he starts to harden again, she slowly moves up his body again, kissing and licking while rubbing her body against him...tracing the lines of his body with the peaks of her breasts, rubbing against his hardness with different parts of her body until her wetness is lined up with him again.  Nibbling at his collarbone again and then stretching up to kiss his lips, she hesitates a moment when she realizes that she can't push herself onto him while lying on top of him.  Sitting up and spreading her legs around him, she tries lowering herself onto him like she had before with Sigurd...ahh that worked much better.  Moving herself up and down his shaft with a gasp of pleasure, she looks at him in the moonlight.  All of what she'd done was just an experiment.  Is he enjoying this as much as she is?  She sure hopes so...it just feels too good. She never wants this feeling to end.

Cirro was panting heavily and wasn't prepared for what Lopiena wanted to try. When she hooked her leg around him he lost his balance and fell to the sand. He looked up at her, shocked by the action, but when he realized what she wanted to do he smiled shyly. So, she wanted to experiment, eh? He wasn't about to argue. When she really started to work on him and he felt himself harden once again, he moaned in pleasure. She was very talented. And didn't she say she'd never done this before?  Well, then again, neither had he so he had no real basis for comparison. But he certainly liked what she was doing.

While she worked on him he glanced over to the others and saw the three of them working in such unity that the whole thing looked like a work of art to him. He wasn't able to watch for long though, as Lopiena wasn't finished with him just yet. He felt her crawl over him and he immediately took hold of her hips to help guide her back down on him. He moaned, feeling her tightness envelop him again. This was deffinently something he could get used to.  He returned her kiss with equal passion and ran one hand through her hair while the other held her hip and allowed him leverage to meet her bouncing with his own thrusts.

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Ashwyn gasped as Sigurd rolled her but then smiled as she settled against his chest. It was the most divine exhaustion. Feeling him still deep inside her, the heat of his seed still filling her, was the most amazing feeling she'd ever experienced. She snuggled against his warm fur and planted small kisses along his chest. Being latched to him she could't reach his face, but she could still look up at him.

"I love you so much." She said again as she snuggled against him. The sound of moaning made her turn. She saw Lopeina on top of Cirro now and seemed far from finished with the fairy man. She smirked and motioned towards them for Sigurd to look. "I think you've created a monster." She whispered to him. "I hope poor Cirro can handle it." She winked at him. "Then again...." she wiggled around Sigurd's cock still locked inside her. "I can't really blame her." She winked before pushing down against him and causing herself to groan in satisfaction as he stretches her cervix again.

Sigurd was fighting muscle spasms as she spoke, there was an extreme tightness around him compared to Jacquelyn, it was bliss. Every movement, twitch and wiggle was felt tenfold for him. His feet dug into the sand and his hand trailed lovingly down her spine, his other hand followed suit until they were both cupping her rear. Giving it a gentle squeeze, Sigurd smiled. His mate was truely amazing, accepting him body and soul.

Listening to the other two, he couldn't help but feel protective over Lopiena. They had just met Cirro and now he was filling their small companion to the brim... There would be a talk later. Ritual or not....

His attention was brought back to Ashwyn with her profession of love. He smiled and kissed the top of her head. At the mention of creating a monster in Lopiena he smirked "I'm sure this is just years of pent up frustration... I'm glad I could help her with it." He didn't say anything about Cirro however. There was no time. As his love wiggled against him, a low moan and a sudden jerk caused another shiver down his spine. "You won't be happy until you've run me dry will you" he teased as he flexed his cock in retaliation.

Moving her body up and down Cirro's shaft, Lo hears a moan and realizes it's coming from Cirro. As he grips her body and thrusts into her, she grins wildly. He likes it! And ohhh what he's doing...closing her eyes and lifting her body in ecstasy, Lopiena tries to follow his rhythm with thrusts of her own . They’re both inexperienced, but as they move together they connect on a whole new level, reading each other's bodies and responding in turn. Starting to move a little faster, Lopiena grips her internal muscles around his shaft, clamping around him at each rise and releasing with each fall. Her body is starting to tremble again, getting closer and closer to yet another climax. Moving her hands along his body, Lo suddenly grips him hard as she explodes around him, crying out in pleasure while her muscles spasm around him. Still not ready to release him, she continues moving her body up and down his shaft, slower now. Taking his hands in hers, he can feel her shake with pleasure as she rubs his hands along her body. Even though she''s guiding him, she still moans in pleasure as he grips her breasts, her hips...every part of her wants to feel his touch.

Ashwyn giggled at Sigurd's words, but it turned into a low moan as he flexed himself deep within her. She leaned up slightly to look him in the eye as best she could. "I don't ever want this feeling to end is all." She smirked. She leaned up, stretching as best she could, which only proved erotic torture as she pulled against the knot. She leaned her head as close to his as she could. "Besides, the goal is  share your blessing of the ManaWell, right? I only want to be thorough." She winked playfully as she leaned up and licked at his lips playfully while squeezing herself around him again.


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Feeling her shutter around him made Cirro moan. It was like her muscles were rippling down his erection and it was almost more than he could bare. But having already met his end moments before, he had slightly more stamina and so he met her thrusting with his own, gripping her body tightly as he pushed up into her again and again as he moved closer to his own end.  He couldn't believe what was happening this night and even though the intense emotion sharing seemed to be over, they were still sharing one another. It was more than he could ever have imagined.

Sigurd grinned a toothy grin before pushing Ashwyn down further onto himself until there was absolutely no question that all of his throbbing bestial cock was touching every inch of his love's insides. grinding his hips he let his knot roll around inside her but bit his own tongue to prevent himself from shaking to hard. He stared at the moon and smiled, he made a mental note that every full moon should be this... invigorating. "I don't think you could handle another shot my love.. but you're welcome to try" he winked as he rolled his hips again.

Moaning, panting against him, Lopiena's body is starting to tire as she uses her muscles to move with his thrusts. She wants to feel him on top of her so he can finish her, but there is sand everywhere...probably better to stay where they are. Rolling her hips out a little to relax her muscles, the shift in position moves his shaft within her to strike a new spot with each thrust...crying out, almost screaming, Lo is amazed at the suddenly extreme feeling inside her. Whatever this was, please don't ever stop! Muscles spasming against him, she continues moving with his thrusts but she's almost overwhelmed with the feeling. She falls out of rhythm against him as this new feeling makes her tremble all over...

Ashwyn smirked and flexed her muscles around him again. "I'll take that challange." She winked at him before sitting upright and grinding against him. With his knot locking them together she couldn't move much, but she was able to get enough motion with her hips that she was moaning as he reached depths inside her that had never before been touched. She sat upright, presenting her whole body to his gaze as she bounced on his cock. Her hands reached up and gripped at her breasts as she was alreayd growing close to another climax.

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Cirro was thrusting upwards with a strength he didn't know he had. The feeling was amazing and he didn't want it to stop. As Lo closed in on another climax and began to loose control of her body, Cirro decided to take over.

He gripped her hips and pushed her against his crotch before quickly rolling them over so he now lay on top of her. The sand went everywhere but he didn't stop. He increased his pace inside her, drawing him closer to his end as well. Then he reached down and with his thumb rubbed at ehr sensitive nub to push her over the edge just as he once again unloaded his hot semen inside her.

Shuddering and crying out in pleasure, Lopiena moans as Cirro grabs her and presses her against him. The sudden roll caught her off guard, but seeing him on top of her with his body silhouetted in the moonlight...she takes in his form with wide eyes, amazed that this incredible man is enjoying her body as much as she's enjoying his. Feeling him thrust into her faster, harder...she moves her legs out so he can go further, relishing the feeling of his entirety buried in her body. When he starts rubbing against her sensitive nub, she loses control of her body as her back arches, rising her body against his as she screams and convulses around him. Feeling him fill her once again just as she reaches her climax is the most incredible feeling she'd ever experienced, and as she pulls him close to her she kisses him with trembling lips. Finally sated, she satisfies her yearning for touch by rubbing her hands along his body, shedding sand as she kisses him again and again. Her body automatically moves against his still, not as strong as before but the feeling of him against her still makes her shudder with pleasure.

Sigurd looked up at his love, how the moonlight caressed her every curve, the shape of he face, her breasts, her hips, even her scars. Watching her bounce on him was almost more pleasurable than being trapped inside her. He had memorized her body from their first time together so he just took her in all the same except for one new development... The scar over her pelvis was gone... When did that happen?? He'd be sure to mention it to her later but for now he was focused on making sure to make a complete mess of her pussy.

His tail curled and uncurled against the sand as waves of pleasure overtook him he was getting lost in himself again feeling their combined warmth, her bouncing, his seed leaking out from around his knot with every impact. The sounds of their lovemaking would have made even the most experienced bar wench blush. It was unbridled passion and he had a feeling that their bond would only grow stronger as the days, weeks, and years went on. With one final earth shattering eruption of semen into the depths of her womanhood Sigurd let out an ear splitting howl as his body convulsed in orgasm. Feeling a large hot wave of fluid enveloping his wolf cock, he released his love and dug his claws into the sand buckingnhis hips upwards, as his howl ended he was filled with a dizzying sense of euphoria and pride as he felt his energy slip away.

Ashwyn had never felt something so intense as this coupling was. The way his body made her skin burn as he touched it had always been intense, but being tied to him only amplified the intensity and made her whole body shake in pleasure.

She felt his eruption as it filled her to the bursting point. His seed forced it's way out of her around his knot and she groaned in a mixture of pain at being so utterly filled and pleasure at the hot liquid filling her so completely. The combination sent her over the edge and she screamed out her passion as it mixed with Sigurd's howl. Her whole body convulsed and twitched and she finally collapsed against him, panting heavily as her inner muscles twitched to every new burst of seed inside her.

She was so exsausted that she could barely form words. So instead she just snuggled against the man she loved so completely and enjoyed the occasional twitch of him inside her.

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Cirro was panting heavily at his explosion and had half collapsed next to her in the sand. He didn't want to crush her so instead he pulled her against him and breathed deeply of her scent. He smiled, feeling her moving gently against him. He chuckled and kissed her forehead as he lay back, trying to catch his breath.

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From the tent emerged a fully clothed Jacquelyn, She stood with her hands on her hips looking down at the others. "Well, that was the most eventful ceremony I've had in years." She said with a smile.

Completely spent, Sigurd just lay in the sand, slowly clawing at it as the never ending sensation of being joined to Ashwyn keeps wracking his body wit pleasure. His muscles jerked periodically due to his sensitivity but he felt like it was very much worth it. Reaching up he put his arms around his mate and pulled her close to him, wanting to keep her warm now that their activity had ceased.

When Jacquelyn emerged he smirked at her and let his head rest back into the sand. It wouldn't be daylight for a few more hours so he was essentially stuck in this position for a bit longer not that he was complaining.. if he had his way they would sleep like this every night now that he knew how it felt. he watched his breath puff in the cool night air and steam rising from their bodies. He felt so at peace in this god forsaken place.

Ashwyn was drifting in and out of sleep when Jacquelyn came out. Her words snapped her back into the world of the waking and she smiled tiredly at her. She shivered as the cold air hit her and snuggled down into Sigurd's fur as he held her closer. She never wanted to move away from him, so the fact that she was stuck was wonderful. If she got her way, they'd end every day this way.

Jacquelyn smirked as she looked at the knotted pair. She knelt down next to them. "Feels great to be tied, doesn't it?" She winked at Ashwyn, causing the half-elf giggled and blushed slightly, still completely unable to move away from her lover. Jacquelyn chuckled and turned to look at Sigurd as he lay contentedly in the sand. "You were fun, stud. It's been a while since I've been able to play with a cock that big." She pat Sigurd's chest affectionately before standing.

She moved over to Zane and smiled down at him. "I sure hope I didn't kill your gnome. He's still completely out." She chuckled and shook her head. She walked over to Lo and Cirro and chuckled at them as they lay on the verge of passing out. "Alright kids, you don't have an excuse. Up, up, up." She chuckled and gently bu firmly pulled them apart.

Cirro reluctantly let Lopiena go and blushed furiously. Without the joined emotions spuring him on, he was suddenly very concerned about how things would progress between them all now that things were... well... different.

Jacquelyn helped Lopiena to a sitting position and knelt down next to her. She handed the girl her discarded staff and placed Lo's hands on it. "Focus on the energy now in your focus. It will strengthen your power to be connected to those close to you. Always remember that." She smiled at her. She glanced at the very tired fairy next to her and then chuckled. "You know, you have a real spirit, girl." She stood up and placed her hands on her hips. "Just like your mother." She winked at her.

She glanced over at the group as a whole. "So.... you're the ones here to stop the war, eh?"

Ashwyn had her head resting on Sigurd's chest and she glanced over at Jacquelyn's words. "How did you know that?" She asked tiredly.

Jacquelyn smirked. "This was your first time sharing the minds of others. I'm used to this. I can focus the memories. I know you were all chosen by your homes to save the day." She chuckled. "You all know how dangerous it is to be out here, right? I mean, tonight was all fun and games. But from here on out it's not going to be. And you have no experience in the desert at all! You're all going to get yourselves killed." She smirked at them.

Body cooling quickly after their activities cease, Lopiena shivers in the night chill. Feeling Cirro against her still electrifies her skin, and as she curls her body up against his to stay warm she continues to explore his body with her hands. Just when she's starting to contemplate how to get him on top of her as a blanket, Jacquelyn reappears. After their connective experience, Lo isn't shy or embarrassed at all about being seen by the older druid in this compromised position, but watching her talk to Sigurd and Ashwyn again raises the question of who this person is. It occurs to her that in their shared memories, Jacquelyn wasn't one of them...but there isn't enough time to really think of it, she's right next to them now rousing them from their relaxed state. Groaning with having to leave this glorious position...then really groaning, she's sore in places she didn't know she had...Lo accepts Jacquelyn's offered assistance to sit up. Rolling onto her knees, Lo almost giggles at the feeling of Cirro's seed leaking out from her and onto the ground. So incredible to feel this way! Almost startled when her staff is suddenly back in her hands, Lopiena leans against its cool wood and closes her eyes. Focus on the energy...and she feels so connected to the others there's not really a way to tell her ecstasy from theirs right now! Looking up and grinning at Jacquelyn's comment about her spirit...that's actually what got her in trouble the most...she stops open-mouthed at the comment about her mother. You know my mother?? Swallowing and sitting up just a bit, Lo tries to vocalize her thoughts as Jacquelyn comments about how dangerous it is out here. Of course they know nothing about the desert, that's what the Archdruid's scrolls are for...but there's something much more important right now than whether or not they're going to die out here. Finally finding her voice, Lo sits up straighter. "You knew my mother?"

Looking at Jacquelyn in shock, Lopiena forgets entirely the clothes in her hands, even her companions that she'd connected to on such a level so recently. To hear this story, the true story of what happened...it was more than she could comprehend. At a complete loss for words, Lo tries to think of something, anything to say. "My father..." no, that's not where to start. "You...you know where she is? Is she still alive? Why did she leave? Did she come back here? What..." Stunned at the sudden torrent of words, Lo closes her mouth with a snap. All this time. Suddenly overwhelmed with emotion, the euphoria from earlier trainwrecks into the aching pain of being left, for no reason, with no warning. Unable to stop the tears, Lo kneels before the earth and sobs brokenly.

Cirro was half dressed when the reveal about Lo's mother came up. He froze, in shock. When Lo began to cry he leaned over and began rubbing her back comfortingly.

Jacquelyn nodded as Lo began to babble. "I know you have a lot of questions. And I'll answer what I can. But first and formost, I don't know where she is. Well, not exactly, anyway." She sighed.

"She writes to me. And I write back. She never tells me where she is. But.... yes. She is alive. Your father, I'm sorry to say, is not. He died shortly after you were conceived." She shrugged.

"As for why she left you.... well, that's a really long story. One that I don't know all the details of but... I do know the cause." Her face became grave. "Your grandmother."

She sighed and crossed her legs under her. "Things were never the same after your mother returned with you. Your grandmother holds grudges better than anyone I've ever known. She never forgave Lorelei for leaving the village. She always held it over her head. But she stayed, for you. She wanted you to learn. She thought it was important for you to take in as many different forms of druidism as possible. She'd never planned on leaving you so young. But she didn't have a choice."

She huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. She was clearly angry about the situation. "Your grandmother found out about our village out here. To this day I don't know how. But she was furious. Said your mother tainted the name of druid. Pfft." She scoffed.

Cirro stared at Jacquelyn while holding Lopiena. "Why would she think that?"

Jacquelyn turned to him. "Because she's a damn prude." She shook her head. "She found out about her relations with the villagers and... well... she found out about me." She shook her head angrily. "I knew I should have gone back with her. I shouldn't have let her go alone." She was clenching her fists.

Ashwyn sat up a bit, still tied to her lover. "You and Lopiena's mother...?"

Jacquelyn glanced at her. "Yes. We've been partners since we were very young. We kept is secret from everyone in Sylva, but once we were free we didn't have to hide anymore. It broke my heart when she left me, but I trusted her judgement."

She sighed again and turned to Lo. "Your grandmother... for all her faults... is a very powerful druid. She knows ancient magic. She worked a spell. A very strong one. I've never seen it's equal even to this day. Even I don't know all of the terms of it. But from what I can work out, it was some kind of banishing spell. She banished your mother away from you. And something about the spell prevents her from talking about where she is. It forced her into isolation. A vindictive bitch if I ever saw one." She said angrily.

Feeling Cirro's arms around her somehow helps her regain at least a little control, but the tears won't stop. As Jacquelyn talks, Lopiena simply listens while her tears fall to the ground. More questions...how do they write to each other, how often, what happened to her father...none of that really matters. Jacquelyn and her mother as partners is a surprise, but after considering it a bit not really...for all the hateful words she'd been fed growing up, she somehow knew that the story of her mother as a whore just didn't ring true. Her mother had never really shown interest with any of the men in her village, and though Gramma had made several implications whenever Mother went on her trips to the mountains...well, Mother liked mountains. So what.

When Jacquelyn explains about the banishing spell, Lopiena looks up with a mix of shock, horror, and...something else. Not hate...rage, perhaps? Lo's immediate desire is to rush home and...what would she do? She doesn't hold a candle to her grandmother, never did. Plus they have a mission, they're almost there, there's work to be done. Even so, she needs to talk this out. She'd been holding this pain for so long with no one to talk to that now that it's open again she just can't stop the words from flowing. Starting slowly, Lo starts to open up.

"When Mother left, it was like it was just another of her trips to the mountains. She used to go on short trips all the time, just to get away from the village...she even took me on a few, but after I broke my leg in that landslide she told me my home is in the forest. She's right of course, but I used to count the days until she returned...never more than a week or two, until she just never came back. The first month made me worry, the second month I actually went as far as the landslide area before I turned back, the third month...we were eating dinner and I looked at Gramma and asked if she was ever coming back, and she just said 'No, she left you.' I started to cry and she made me do those exercises to stop my emotions, telling me that Mother left because she was ashamed of me. I didn't believe it...I couldn't believe it...but..." tears falling harder, Lo tries to stay calm but those words had been a knife in her heart. Her mother had been her hero, her one point of sanity in everything she had to put up with and even though she knew it wasn't true the seed of doubt had been planted. As the years passed without ever seeing a sign that it wasn't true she'd started to believe it. "I just don't understand...Gramma and Mother used to argue all the time, usually about me...and I never understood why, but...I think Gramma was mad that we were so close, she said emotions were a weakness and the ties we held with each other were going to destroy us someday...but...why would she force us apart? I...I don't understand..."

Sigurd, who at this point was fighting to keep his eyes open quietly listened to the conversation. If they ever had the chance to get back to Lopiena's village, He'd kill her grandmother, strong magic or not. He made a mental note to make sure to not over exert himself like he had tonight before he'd take her on he felt dead to the world.

Picking up the certain tones in Jacqulyn's voice Sigurd tried to prop himself up on his elbows "That's it? you're going? you haven't even told us about the kid, who's is it? Also" it had just dawned on him "If you've been with a werewolf before how are you not transformed right now??"

Jacquelyn turned as Sigurd spoke up. She smirked, still amused that he and Ashwyn were very securely stuck together and carrying on a conversation as though they weren't.

"Did it ever occur to you, kid, that I might have important things happening as well? Not that I wouldn't mind another toss in the sand with you guys, but the world doesn't revolve around sex. As much as I wish it did sometimes." She winked.

Ashwyn gasped as Sigurd sat up. She gripped at him , trying not to fall away and cause either of them pain. She bent her knees and rested them on the sand on either side of his body, finally sitting up right as he did. The movement pushed him against her inner walls and she bit her lip to keep from moaning. Now was not the time for such things... never mind the fact that he was still very noticeably full inside her. While he spoke she pulled her undershirt over her head.

When Sigurd mentioned the kid and her past sexual exploits, Jacquelyn chuckled. She reached down to her pendant that was resting against her chest. She tapped it with a finger. "Special connection between me and Selune. I already serve the Moon Goddess, so she protects me from the change. She wants me in this form. Though she did bless me with the ability to... shall we say... please my moonlight brothers effectively." She winked playfully at him. "Though I have to say, never had a SpellWolf before. You're much bigger than the others." She smirked, before walking towards the tent.

Ashwyn smirked a bit. She couldn't help but swell with pride hearing that her mate had impressed another woman. It was strange... she should be jealous... shouldn't she? But she only found herself aroused. She looked up at Jacquelyn as she approached the tent. "And the child?" She called after her.

Jacquelyn chuckled. "What child?" She asked as she pulled the entrance to the tent open and two small creatures rolled out of it, yipping and playing. Pip was rolling around with another young fox pup that looked almost identical to him except a red tinge to it's fur instead of Pip's ice blue and white. They were playing like normal fox pups would, nipping at each other and yipping and rolling around.

"Alright you, leave the pup alone." Jacquelyn said, kicking up a bit of sand towards the playing pups. The red one disconnected from Pip, nipped playfully at the pup once more, and then began to grow. It's fur turned into red skin and two wings sprouted from its back. Where there was once a small fox pup, there now stood a small Imp. "Everyone, this is Cyna."

The imp giggled and hovered next to Jacquelyn.

"Glad to see you're feeling better, you little scamp." Jacquelyn smirked at it and shook her head.

Zane sat up, eyes wide. "An Imp? You... You have a pet Imp?"

Jacquelyn shrugged. "I wouldn't call him a pet. More like an annoyance, really. But he's come in handy a time or two." She shrugged. "We ran into one another a long while back. He was wounded. Dying. I helped him out. I guess he was grateful. I can't get rid of the little guy now."