[werewolf AU] homeward bound

[tiltingwithlips]

The coronation is done -- and quite an event that was -- and true to his word, the new king Henry, the fifth of that name, provided all that the Percys needed for their journey north. In truth, they needed little; they came from Warkworth with hardly anything in tow, and return the same way.

But they do carry with them the security of the King's pardon, intangible (and if Kate is honest with herself, still somewhat dubious. Henry is sincere in wishing them to be allies, she is certain, but his subjects may not forgive so easily).

It's a few days ride to Warkworth. Kate has spent much of it in thoughtful silence. As they ride up to the castle gate, though, she lets out an audible sigh of relief.

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[valiantrebel]

Yawwwwn! "Now, I say, now!"

[tiltingwithlips]

"Thou art an ass!" She whacks him again. "And thou wilt not leave me wanting."

[valiantrebel]

"Wanting! Wanting for hearth, for home, for husband? For what couldst thou want?"

[tiltingwithlips]

She is NOT GRINNING AT HIM as she rolls over and straddles him on all fours. Not at ALL.

"What could I want?" she asks, peering down at him.

"Mayhap thy hands?" She leans down and adds, her lips a breath away from his, "Or thy mouth?"

[valiantrebel]

"Tut tut, only my parts?"

[tiltingwithlips]

"One in particular," she admits, "but that is spent, is it not?"

[valiantrebel]

Offense! "Thinkst thou so?" He wraps his hand around one of her wrists. "Learn for thyself, I pray you."

[tiltingwithlips]

She gives him a look.

"Have I not felt it already?"

[valiantrebel]

"I heard thee feel it." He moves her hand lower. "Show us the courtesy of some faith, my love."

Yup, him and his cock, Kate. They are a package deal.

[tiltingwithlips]

"Sir!" She resists the pull, grinning. "Wilt thou show me no courtesy first?"

[valiantrebel]

"Courtesy!" Really?

That gets Kate flipped off him and onto her back, pinned by the wrists to the pillow.

"Thou hast invited a rude beast into thy bed, if I remember me words of old."

[tiltingwithlips]

Kate yelps as she goes over and down, and glares up at him.

"And this is the proof, is it not?"

[valiantrebel]

"Nay, not yet." He slinks down her torso. "Kate, I've a secret for thee. Be not alarmed. Thou hast taken a werewolf between thy legs."

He takes a nipple between his teeth and flicks his tongue against it.

[tiltingwithlips]

She arches her back with a hum.

"God's me," she moans, "then I must needs fear his bite."

[valiantrebel]

"Not so much, my lady."

He leans up to kiss along her throat.

"Though I may bite. I do love the taste of thee."

One hand pushes her thighs apart.

[tiltingwithlips]

She spreads her legs further, more than happily, and shifts in invitation.

"Must I call for help?"

[valiantrebel]

"I hope thou wilt."

Invitation accepted!

"Yet who shall come?"

Harry has an idea.

He sets it into motion.

[tiltingwithlips]

Well, if she had any responses to that, he very quickly sends them entirely out of her head.

[valiantrebel]

He's clever with his tongue.

But the tongue is just a tease without teeth to back it up.

What does Kate say to that?

[tiltingwithlips]

Define say.

Because she is making a lot of pleased, startled noises, but they mostly don't count as words.

She started off fairly close already; it won't take long, but she's still trying to hold off for as long as possible, to prolong the sensation and the delicious, frustrating tension of being on the edge.

[valiantrebel]

The two of them must be at odds, then. For Harry would have her talk, or roar, or bellow, or cry out, and he'll have her noises, sooner or later.

Maybe sooner. He sucks and tugs and licks and nuzzles, full of expectation.

[tiltingwithlips]

Plenty of noises! Lots of noises. Whimpers and groans and ever increasing gasps.

Not to mention the way her hips are rocking and shifting in a quickening rhythm.

"Harry -- Harry, love, thou beast, thou wretch, how I love thee--"

[valiantrebel]

Kate, if you love him now--

He'll make you love him more if it's the last thing he does. He grips her hips, thumbs digging into the soft flesh near the bone.

[tiltingwithlips]

She gasps -- shudders -- shudders again, and this time it builds and shows no signs of stopping until--

Her back arches, her voice catches, and she finishes with a howl as her hips buck against his mouth.

[valiantrebel]

He holds fast, and draws out the last, longest cry that he can.

When she's run her course, he's still nuzzling and licking.

He's confident, at least, that she's satisfied enough. She gets kisses and suckling along her thighs too.