Shiloe: Just the Two of Us

Shiloe growled under his breath as he came to a stream nestled deep in the heart of the Forbidden Forest.

Seff had crossed the stream, but Shiloe came out on the other side, sniffing, and caught no scent of the werewolf. He had followed the stream a ways, then.

That made things more exciting.

Shiloe grinned, shifting fluidly to his eagle form and taking wing. He flew carefully, weaving through branches and foliage as he scanned the ground with his keen vision.

He caught sight of a large black form disappearing into a mass of bushes, and landed in a covered area a few feet away, shifting to Jaguar form as his feet hit the ground.

Seff emerged, and Shiloe pounced from behind him, pinning him face-down in a bed of pine needles and dead leaves.

He shifted back to human form, and Seff whined, a high-pitched, needy sound, as his tail moved aside invitingly.

‘Claim me.’ Seff requested, the soft growls carrying no further than Shiloe’s ears.

Shiloe sucked in a quick breath, and then reached in his pocket—and his hand came back empty.

“Shite.” He mumbled, then raised his voice. “I HAD lube, but I must have dropped it-“

‘No matter.’ Seff cut him off impatiently. ‘I need none. I want the burn and the pain. I need to FEEL you, Mate.’ He rumbled.

Shiloe fumbled with his trousers, nearly tearing them open in his haste to accept freely-offered sex.

Seff stayed still, his instincts accepting Shiloe’s domination now that Shiloe had been proven a more skilled hunter then Seff had been prey.

Shiloe drew his cock out and aligned it with Seff’s entrance, pushing forward only slightly. “You’re sure? The mock-hunt was… Exhilarating.” He warned, letting Seff feel his aching, throbbing, harder-than-diamonds erection.

 Seff snarled. ‘DO IT!’ He pleaded, a desperate note creeping into his voice.

Shiloe pushed forward, seating himself and hearing Seff’s loud howl of triumph.

Every creature in the forest now knew that a newly-mated pair would be running by the moon tonight. Each and every last one, including the centaurs, who normally held themselves aloof from the affairs of wizards, were gladdened by the sound of true, abiding love committed to.

Shiloe bit his lip. Seff was tighter than Blaise, owing largely to the fact that he was still virginal in this form, Shiloe assumed. “Well,” Shiloe panted with a wry smile. “I don’t think I can last very long.” He admitted.

‘Then don’t.’ The Werewolf responded. ‘I am your sub. I will come with you.’ He reassured his trembling mate.

Shiloe grinned at that, and began thrusting.

Seff reveled in the feeling of his mate within him, joined as one at LAST. He growled and began moving with him when he felt Shiloe’s hands dig into the fur of his shoulders and hold fast, using the extra leverage to pull Seff into his thrusts.

Seff panted growled, urging Shiloe on. THIS was what the werewolf in him wanted: hard, savage thrusts designed to drive his mate so deeply into him that they could never be separated again.

When he came, at the same moment as Shiloe, the howl he released was so loud and long that it left no doubts in the mind of any animals living in the forest that Seff was vastly satisfied with the mate he had received.