Renart the Unseelie (rough draft)

The night was dark, and the air was thick from the rain and overwhelming heat. Sweat trickled down your skin as you tried to keep your composure. You were bored out of your mind while your father read aloud from one of his supposed holy books. The words droned on and on, and his monotonous voice neither helped nor enhanced anything he read.

You tried fanning yourself with one of the smaller boks, but your mother forced your hand down and gave you a disapproving look. You frowned, leaning back in your chair and facing forward. Your father stood behind a podium, his hand upon the open book, and a vast glass window behind him. But the darkness was all the stood out about that night. And it was so dark, not even a candle seemed to be able to peer through it.

Turning your head, you looked around the room. Others from the village had come to hear your father proselytize, and you wondered how they could stand it.

“Look forward,” your mother hissed under her breath at you.

You looked her in the eye, giving her a sarcastic sneer before you faced your father again. There seemed to be no end in sight, so you prepared yourself for an uncomfortable evening of heat and holier than thou blathering.

There was a small flash of light outside, people noticed, even your other sat up in alarm. But it had been raining all day, so a lightning storm would not be surprising. A cold chill clawed through the air, ripping shreds into the thick heat.You glanced around briefly again, only to see if the sight got anyone whispering. Your mother grabbed your hand and you looked forward with a scowl.

Red glowing eyes peered through the darkness behind your father. You sat up in alarm and others began to take notice.

“Dear! Behind you!” Your mother gasped.

Your father barely stopped talking as he turned. Once he saw the glowing red eyes, his jaw dropped and he exclaimed. “Holy mother!” He ran as glass rained down upon him. A great sword slashed through the entire window, shattering every inch of it. The visitors began scattering and running from the room. You stood up from your seat, watching the armored behemoth who stepped in through the broken glass.

The knight stood almost as tall as the ceiling, and the monstrous horns at the top of his helmet did scrape against the roof. He walked in, lifting his sword up. A cold followed him that filled the room and turned your breath into thick, white clouds. You faced him, breathless and heart beating rapidly.

The sword tapped under your chin and you raised your eyes to meet the hellish glow under his helmet. A soft chuckle escaped the devilish knight’s throat.

Behind you, your mother and father were screaming. Why they hadn’t rushe you out of the room immediately, you didn’t know. Your father tried rushing in, but a force exuded off the knight, knocking him over and blowing him back like a leaf in the wind.

“Don’t hurt him!” You fussed.

The knight breathed. “I don’t think you get to be choosy, little girl,” his voice was a deep rasp, snarling at you with a husky growling.

“That’s enough,” your voice quivered only slightly.

The knight chuckled again and he lowered his sword. “Make as many commands as you want. It doesn’t matter here.”

You swallowed and continued to stare him down. “Fine then. Do what you want.”

“Fine then,” he said and sheathed his sword. “I will.” He grabbed you up with a hand of three very long prongs and he threw you over his shoulder.

“Careful!” You hissed at him.

“Go ahead, keep on bossing me around. Just see where that gets you,” he snarled wickedly.

You huffed and struck at his back, pushing against the side of his strong neck. “You’ll regret this!” You growled at him.

From over his shoulder, you watched as your father tried running towards you, but the broken glass rose up, floating in the air for a moment and then reformed into the glass window. You tried turning around, but the monstrous knight wasn’t letting you go. He strode through the darkness and hundreds of massive fireflies surrounded him, lighting his path and peeling through the thick fog.

Ahead on the path was a giant black dog, its tail so long it faded into the night. The knight placed you upon the beast's saddle then let out a laugh.

“You think you’re so funny,” you scoffed at him. You reached out, yanking off his helmet as he continued to giggle. “I told you not to hurt my dad, Renart!”

He pushed his long white hair back. “I didn’t,” he sneered. Sharp teeth glinted out from under his lip.

You gave Renart a scolding look and he smiled. Part of his face was covered by rough, gnarly black scales that pulled his face taut, giving him a perpetual sneer. The other half of his face was moonlight pale and severe.

“We did it though,” Renart said and jumped onto the back of the dog, sitting behind you. His great arms wrapped around you. He held you in his left while taking the reins in his right.

You glanced back through the woods and sighed with relief. “That we did.”

Renart leaned down, kissing you and pressing in close. He moaned against your lips, pulling away reluctantly.  “Let’s go, Crazycoat.”  he snapped the reins and the dog bolted through the darkness, vanishing with you inside.

You leaned back into Renart, heart still pounding. You turned to look up at him, seeing his long hair whipping behind him. You smiled and eased back, relaxing now that you were with him.

His arm tightened around you. “We’ll be at the hideaway shortly, and we can celebrate proper,” he said with a guttural laugh.

“And what does proper mean?” You scoffed.

Renart snickered, squeezing his hand around your waist and rubbing. “For one, getting this dowdy dress off of you. You look like a granny in it.”

You pouted, but he was right. “Is that all you can think about?”

“Certainly not. I’m also thinking about you in ecstasy like that day in the moss field,” he said with a moan.

You popped his wrist, but you doubted he could feel it through his armor. “I’m not just with you for that, Renart!”

“I know, my love,” he breathed. “But you must excuse my excitement. I finally have you all to myself.”

A soft smile appeared on your face. It would be the first time the two of you did not have to hide or dodge around. You could be with him and simply be. “Yes, that will be a joy.”

“I’ll get to wake up with you in the morning, after having slept by you all night. No running. No keeping alert. It will be bliss.” he leaned down, kissing the top of your head.

You arrived at his hideaway late into the evening. After putting Crazycoat away, you wandered into the stone structure which was built to accommodate his great stature.

Renart’s armor turned into a bright, blinding light, then erupted into millions of those great fireflies. They rushed to the fireplace, illuminating the room. Black scales went down his skin, spreading out along his chest and belly.

“Come here,” he growled. He grabbed you by your hips, pulling you back. His sharp fingers ripped into your dress, shredding the back then pushing the long sleeves from your shoulders.

“Easy!” You scolded him.

He bent down, kissing your bare shoulder and neck, breathing in your scent as he nuzzled against your hair. “I’ll be gentle the rest of the evening, I promise.”

You pushed away the dress, tossing it to the floor. Renart’s long fingers caressed down your back, making you shiver. “Now that you’re free, what would you like to do?”

You closed your eyes, moaning softly at his touch. “I’d like to go to bed.”

Renart pulled his hand back. “That’s it?”

You turned, placing your hands upon his belly. “It’s late, and I am always much more frisky in the morning.” You smiled up at him. “I don’t have your stamina, my love.”

Renart grumbled and plucked you up off the ground. He kissed your cheek and neck, nipping at your skin, making you giggle. “But you do command me.” He carried you into the adjoining room where a massive bed was. He laid you down upon it, helping you to remove the rest of the stifling underclothes. He then joined you, laying beside you as you fell upon the bed and closed your eyes.

“It’s so comfortable,” you sighed. “My bed back home was so stiff.” You rolled over, placing your arm around him as a smile came to your face.

His hand rubbed your back as you melted into him. “I’m glad you like it.”

You rested your cheek upon his chest, his scales felt cold against you. You opened your eyes, looking up at him. His ruby eyes fell upon you and they narrowed ever so slightly, while his slit-like pupils widened into black circles. Smiling, you snuggled up closer to him, tightening your arm around his great chest.

“I have been waiting on this for so long,” you whispered. “To feel you so close, to have you in my arms.” You sighed, relaxing against him. “I couldn’t be any happier.”

That raspy chuckle left his throat. “Ah, yes. It seems like eons ago I first saw you,this frightened little beauty throwing rocks at me.”

You chuckled. “You interrupted a picnic.”

“You were in unseelie woods. Who is the real villain here, my darling?” He sat up, pressing you down into the bed as he leaned over you. “But nonetheless you stood up to me, fear in your eyes, but fire fire in your heart. I was captivated. I thought humans were scum but you-”

“Keep talking pretty, my scaly beast.” You said, placing your hands upon his face. “See where it will get you.”

He came down upon you, kissing you hungrily. “I had to see you again to see if it was a mistake.”

“It wasn’t,” you smirked. “Years of repression got to me.”

Renart’s smile was soft and sweet. He smoothed his long fingers along your cheek. “I could feel it when I was inside you, my love.”

You grew warm at the memory as it came rushing back to you. You had been in the country visiting family while your father sold his religious books. You’d wandered away, coming into a meadow with a creek where you took off your shoes to walk in it. It had barely been a few days when you were chased away from the forest by a monstrous knight who threw flames from his sword. As you knelt to pick up your skirts you heard a rustling, and despite the bright sunlight, fireflies gathered around you. Renart stood on the bank above you, watching you. It wasn’t long after some heated words that you were holding onto a tree with his mighty cock inside you.

“I was not expecting to have you so quickly back then,” Renart murmured. “You were vicious, but it turned me on.”

The warmth in your face was showing itself. “I’m not sure what came over me that day. Maybe it was the fight I had with my parents that morning. Maybe it was the rush of standing up to such a creature as you. But I don’t regret letting you fuck me.”

Renart growled. “My darling, you’re driving me wild.”

“I know, love.” You patted his cheek. “But I am tired, or else I would have had you by now.”

Renart laid back upon the bed. “Rest then. The faster you fall asleep, the quicker you wake, and the sooner I have you.”

You giggled softly and rested back against him. “Alright, I will try.” You closed your eyes, taking in purposeful breaths to ease you into slumber.

You dreamt of the summer of your tenth year. The previous summer, your father had a revelation and began preaching wherever he could. His wealth allowed him to travel, to print his scripture, and spread his word to the people. You were in the thick of his obsession that summer, and the itch of adolescent rebellion was growing ever stronger in your mind. You took kitchen knives from the table, hiding them in your room until you had enough to build a small effigy outside to frighten your parents. You would run into the woods, hoping to be kidnapped by the fae. You ran and ran through the trees, coming out the otherside a grown woman.

Facing a burning red sunset you saw a silhouette inside. It grew and grew, coming closer to you. A dragon stood there, leaning down to place a kiss upon your lips. “Run away with me,” the dragon beckoned. I will place you in my tower where no knight can reach you.”

“I would like that,” you stated simply. The dragon took you, ripping you from your world like you wanted, leaving shredded threads behind you. You smiled, happy and content as the dragon took you and placed you upon a tower.

You woke due to heat and a stickiness on your skin. You grumbled frowning from discomfort. You looked up at the ceiling, glaring at the light coming through the edges of the trap door.

“Renart!” You called out. You rose from the bed, fanning you slip to make a breeze. “Where are you? Renart!” You bellowed out again.

He stepped into the doorway, giving you a look. “It finally awakens.”

You pout at him. “It’s steaming in here!”

“It’s steaming outside. This is a hideaway, darling, not a home.” He came into the room and sat on the edge of the bed. “You also slept in.”

You pouted at him, sticking your tongue out then reaching for me. He brought you to his chest, and he felt fantastically cold. “Oh, that’s wonderful. No wonder I have been boiling to death. You left me.”

“I had things to take care of.” He pushed you back down into bed, pinning your shoulders into the pillowy mattress. “Since you would not wake up and take care of me,” he teased.

You smirked. “You could have woken me.”

Renart shook his head, and his long hair spilled off his shoulder. “I couldn’t. You looked far too peaceful, too wonderful.” He leaned down, kissing you as he moved on top of you. “But if you are in the mood now, my darling,” he chuckled.

You pressed your palms into his broad chest. “For you, I could make an exception.” You smirked.

Renart leaned down to kiss you, but a loud bang from outside stalled you both. Renart sat up with a scowl upon his face. “Fucking hells.”

You sighed. “What is it?”

Renart stood, and his fireflies came, clinging to his body in the process to form his armor. “I’ll go and look,” he huffed. There was another large bang outside and Crazycoat was barking maniacally. “If someone has found us so fast, I will burn these entire woods to the ground.”

“No! It’s too hot!” You whined. You flopped back down in bed as Renart stormed back outside. You pouted, having begun the process of getting into the mood. Renart had warned you though this whole plot was risky. Your father was a respected man, and a religious advisor to many powerful people, including the king. You would be highly sought after, and no doubt your father would be given special force to find you.

Outside you heard shouting and fighting. Renart roared and the light outside flashed brighter and brighter. You covered your head with a pillow, but it grew too hot for even that. After a while, it grew quiet outside, so you got up and went into the adjoining room.

Renart came back inside as you picked up the bag under the table. Renart was snarling, breathing in deeply. His left arm was massive and completely covered in dark scales. A tail had grown out of his backside and cast off flames as it flickered.

You looked him up and down, concerned, but only because it seemed he was much angrier than you expected. “Goodness, what caused this?”

He breathed in deeply, ripping off his helmet. The scales on the side of his face had grown, spreading down his neck and through his hair.

You set your things down and approached him, placing your hand upon his arm. “Renart?” You said calmly.

“I’m alright,” he snarled. “Just give me a moment.” His armor turned into fireflies again as he stepped deeper into the room. He leaned against the wall, taking in deep gulps of breath.

You placed your hand upon his back. “I’m not sure exactly what that was,” he breathed. “It was a solitary man on horseback, completely clad in black. He put up a small fight, but he threw an iron nail at me and fled.” He showed the mark where the iron touched his hand.

You smoothed your fingers over the hurt. “What was he here for?”

“I’m not sure. A mercenary maybe. Perhaps a watcher from these woods inspecting who had taken the hideaway.” Renart slouched down to the ground, sitting with his back against the wall. The scales were receding, but more were on his body than before. “I got angry.”

“I can tell.” You sat beside him and took his hand into your own. His nails looked more like talons now, and the sharp nail curled and turned black.

“I worked off some steam. It should be cooler now.” He knelt down, kissing the top of your head. “Perhaps we should move sooner than planned, just in case this man is more than we think. I thought this hideaway would have been fine, at least for a while.”

“Where else would we go?” You asked.

“My cousin Alard has a fortress surrounded by a labyrinth. I had been planning to stay with him until we were married.” He brushed your hair behind your ear. “He promised me his tower, as long as I assisted him in his labyrinth.”

“Oh?” You prodded for more info, using a sweet look as well as leaning your body more into him. “Is that such a bad thing.”

“You don’t know Alard. You think I am a mad man, my cousin is worse. He’s kept in the labyrinth for the safety of all the unseelie court.”

You smirked. “Will I like him?”

“Possibly.” Renart kissed you and took a breath. “But, there will be trouble there.”

“I don’t think I agreed to run away with you without expecting trouble.” You stroked your hand down his lower back, feeling where his tail was still protruding from the base of his spine. “I knew what I was getting into when I fell for you, and no man, no mercenary, no religious zealot is going to tear me away from you.”

A small smile appeared on Renart’s lips and he leaned down to you. “Is it still too warm for you.”

You pressed a kiss to his bare chest while your fingers tickled down the ridge of his tail. “It’s cooling off now. Thankfully.” A white cloud escaped your lips.

Renart scooped you up, carrying you off to the bedroom again. He laid you down, caressing his hands down your entire body until he held your ankles. “Hopefully nothing will interrupt us this time.”

“Be careful what you say, Renart.”

He took hold of your ankles, lifting them up off the bed. “I think we’re safe now, my love. I doubt that foolish little cloaked thing would come back now.”

“What a way with words you have.” You looked down, watching your slip fall off your thighs and onto your belly as Renart lifted your legs. You smirked as you saw his pupils grow entirely black again as he took you in.

Renart breathed, letting out a growl. “There it is. My favorite place on this earth.”

You giggled. “Be serious.”

His scaly knuckle brushed against your vulva, pressing close, threatening even more. “I am serious. From the moment I first buried myself here, I knew I belonged there.”

You moaned softly. “Have you ever had human before me?”

Renart’s eyes shined. “Once or twice. But nothing like you, my love. Nothing so deep and wet and warm.” he snarled. “I feel as though we were forged to go together.”

“Call yourself a key and I’ll hit you.” You bit your lip as his finger moved past the plumpness and into the dew. “Ah-” A slight gasp resonated from your lips.

“Keys are small,” he laughed. “I am much bigger.”

“Braggart,” you began to pant.

Renart breathed out glittering sparks from his mouth and nostrils. “Nothing to brag about when it’s true.” His finger rubbed along you slit, feeling how warm and wet you’d grown. His smile grew, turning into a greedy smirk. His fingers sloshed in the mess before he pulled them back and slicked them clean. His long red tongue coiled around his fingers, and you knew he was showing off.

“I love how big a mess you’re willing to make for me.” Renart spread your legs open a little wider, gripping onto the softness of your thighs. He was lowering himself down when his eyes got wide and the pupils returned to thing slits. He looked up towards the trapdoor on the roof and he sat up with alarm.

You scoffed. “What now?”

Renart cupped his hand over your mouth, urging you to me quiet. He listened intently, his face becoming like stone. Something tapped at the trap door as if they were looking. A sword then pierced down through the wood just behind Renart’s head.

You pulled him down and rolled him off the bed. Sitting on top of him now, you looked up towards the trap door as it flung open.

“No!” You snapped.

Renart grabbed you up, carrying you outside and towards the stable where Crazycoat was.

“What are you doing?” You snapped.

“Crazycoat, take her to the stormlodge at the base of the mountain. Understand?” Renart said sternly. Fireflies glowed around him, gathering back up to once again form his armor. They fluttered around Crazycoat’s head as well, forming a swirling orb.

Renart took your hands and clutched them tight. “I’ll take care of whoever this is.” he looked into your eyes and adjusted your slip. “I’ll be right behind you, I promise.” he kissed you before hie helmet formed over his face, and he took a step back.

“It’s just a guy! You can take care of that and I won’t have to go anywhere,” you huffed.

“I’m playing it safe, my love. Just trust me.” He whistled and Crazycoat shot off.

Fireflies began growing along your arm, going up your shoulders and down your chest to form a lightweight sundress. Crazycoat barreled through the woods, bouncing off trees and leaping off rocks.

You were almost to the river when Crazycoat suddenly toppled. He flung your forward and you were thrown from his back. You fell hard on the ground with Crazycoat not far behind you. You took a moment to sit up, grumbling in pain from hitting the ground so hard. Luckily, you hadn’t busted your skull on anything. Looking up, you saw a rope stretched out between the trees.

“A trip wire,” you murmured.

Before you, the black cloaked man stepped out.

“Shit, you?” You rushed over to Crazycoat, knowing where a dagger was kept in the saddle.

“Stay where you are,” the man in black chuckled.

You patted over the saddle, but there was no dagger. Crazycoat wasn’t moving either, in fact, you realized he was sleeping.

The man in black laughed. “Looking for this?” He held up the dagger.

You gasped. “How did you-”

He threw his head back and laughed. “I have my ways.” He tucked the dagger into his belt then pushed back the wide brimmed hat he was wearing. “Just stay where you are, and no harm will come to you.”

Without listening to a word he said, you grabbed a fistful of the dry, caked earth and chucked it up into his face. He yelled out in pain as it got into his eyes, and you tackled his legs, pushing him to the ground.

“I’m never going back,” you snarled at him as you tried grabbing at his belt. “One of us will have to die today!”

“Ma’am, have you lost your mind?” he struggled with you, still in pain from his eyes, but unwilling to let you have at the dagger.

You slapped him, finally managing to grab at the dagger. He then slappe you back, forcing you off of him and pushing you down onto the ground. He had you by the throat, but you had him by the balls.

“Your choice!” You snarled.

The man was really quite handsome, even if he was pissing you off. He had a smooth complexion and dark eyes, well, when they were bloodshot you were sure. He had long dark hair as well. If you weren’t fighting him right now, you might have complimented him.

You squeezed tighter on his sack, and while he winced and his face grew blood red, he didn’t relent.

An aching cold shredded through the heat, and the man in black showed his alarm.

“You’re fucked, buddy!” You laughed.

The man in black turns towards the trees as the air grows dark and fills with fog. Renart’s hulking figure is silhouetted in the fog, standing there as a low snarl rumbles in the air.

“Elwick, what the fuck are you doing?” Renart hissed.

You furrowed your brow and looked up at the man in black. “Elwick?”

The man in black presses his hand down tighter onto your throat, shocking you for a moment. When your fingers release he steps away from your vice grip. He then grabs you up, holding you to him and putting the dagger to your neck.

“Elwick,” Renart sang menacingly. “Put her down this instant.”

“No! I’m taking her back where she belongs and you will never see her again,” Elwick barked at him.

Renart’s eyes darted down to you, checking on you. You gave him a look, more frustrated than worried about your predicament.

“Who is this asshole?” You grunted.

Renart was quiet and his shoulders went into a slouch. Something was off about his body language, in fact, it seemed like he was greatly annoyed.

Elwick jerked you up more in his arms, holding you tighter while also fumbling with the knife. “Go ahead! Tell her!”

There was a slight surge of fear in you as the knife seemed so precarious. “Careful, asshole!” You snapped.

A low growl just came from Renart's helmet.

“Fine! If you won’t say anything. I’ll tell her.” Elwick glared down at you. “A few years ago, I knew Renart very well. I had been charged with negotiating with the Unseelie Queen, and he was brought on as a guard.”

You just glared at him with a sneer on your lips. “Did you two fuck?”

Elwick flinched, his eyes widening with an offended glint. “How dare you?”

Renart sighed. “We did.”

Elwick whipped his attentions back to him, pressing the knife closer to your skin. “We made love!”

“Come on Elwick, this was years ago,” Renart huffed in annoyance. He took a slight step forward. “Let her go.”

Elwick pressed the dagger closer to your throat. “You abandoned me. You didn’t care if I lived or died, well I’ll tell you something here and now! As long as I am breathing you will not know peace.”

Renart grumbled something under his breath.

“You just keep charming these people don’t you?” Elwick snarled. “Just like me.”

Renart rolled his eyes. “You were a fling. She’s my fiance. You were the one who got attached way too quickly and started obsessing. You frightened me.” He waved his hand at Elwick. “And you’re not proving me wrong with this.”

This was quite possibly the strangest scenario you could have imagined. You wriggled in his grasp, able to pull an arm free when he wasn’t paying attention.

“You ruined me!” Elwick yelled.

Renart saw your hand wiggling free and he took a step forward. “I don’t leave messes behind! Whatever ruin befell you is of your own doing. You knew who and what I was when you met me and especially when you begged me into your bed. Perhaps it’s my fault I took pity on you. But I told you at the beginning, Elwick, this was nothing to me!”

Before you could even try anything, Elwick tossed you to the ground, and in a state of manic rage he went charging at Renart in a screaming frenzy. You watched from the ground as renart simply slapped Elwick to the ground and put his foot upon his back.

“Darling, are you alright?” Renart called to you.

You huffed as you pushed yourself up. “I’m fine. Just annoyed.”

Elwick was sobbing on the ground, gripping hard onto the dirt and leaving trails from his nails.

You walked over to him, kneeling down before him. You take a ring off your hand and place it before him. “You can at least get money for telling my family I’m gone.”

Renart’s eyes flashed brightly at you. “What are you doing?”

“I understand loving you, I can’t fault him going a little off his rocker losing you.” You smiled up at Renart. “He can at least get something from this.”

Elwick sniffled and tossed the ring aside. “I don’t want your pity.”

“That was a nice ring,” you grumbled.

Renart picked Elwick up off the ground and dragged him back to the hideaway, where his companion was unconscious and tied to a tree. Crazycoat was shambling back as well, flopping over on the ground and belching loudly.

“What are you going to do with him?” You asked.

Renart tied the whimpering Elwick to the tree then stabbed it with his sword. The tree snapped in half with a loud bang and Elwick and his accomplice vanished. “Send him home.”

The tree was sealing back together while you watched. “That’s a trick I haven’t seen before.”

As the fireflies dissipated from his body, you saw more scales had taken over his arm. “I don’t like using it much.” He flexed his fingers.

You approached him, kissing his hand and arm as you snuggled up close to him. “Lets go inside. You’re probably exhausted.”

He cupped your cheek in his hand, inspecting your neck and the rest of you. “Did he hurt you?”

“He tried. But he had no idea what he was up against.” You gazed up into his eyes. “I’m fine. Promise.”

Renart scooped you up into his arms, carrying you back inside. The bedroom was in shambles from his fight with Elwick’s accomplice. The trapdoor above was hanging on a single hinge, and the bed had been sliced to ribbons, and the feathers were spewed everywhere.

“Too bad,” you grumbled.

“How so?” Renart took off his cloak and laid it down upon the ground. “Last time I had you was on moss. And as I recall our first time was against a tree.” He chuckled as he knelt down upon the floor. “Surely the floor is not much worse.”

As you approached him the fireflies forming your dress began to flutter away, marching out the door then closing it behind them. You smiled down at him, dipping your head to kiss him. His hands went up your legs, going under your slip. He squeezed your thighs as he leaned in, kissing your belly and below your breasts. His fingers kneaded into your rear, and you sighed with relief.

“I can’t wait much longer,” you moaned. “If someone else tries to interrupt us, they’re just going to have to watch.”

Renart chuckled. “I like the sounds of that.” He pushed up your slip, kissing your bare skin. His lips moved along your belly, your hips, then to your mound. He spread your legs slightly, and his long tongue grazed against your folds.

Grabbing onto his strong shoulders, you leaned forward slightly. “Renart,” you whimpered.

He moaned against your skin, running his fingers between your thighs. “Would you really go insane if you lost me?”

“Absolutely,” you panted. “But I’d be worse than Elwick. I’d be a real menace.” you whimpered as his fingers sunk inside you. “I would become a demon.”

“As much as I would like to see you turn into a demon, you’re not ever getting rid of me.” he bit your thigh then brought you down into his lap. You felt his cock graze against your ass, and you grew more excited to finally feel it inside you. You sat up slightly, leaning into his chest as he took hold of his shaft and rubbed his tip against you.

“It's been too long,” he growled.

You giggled and eased back, taking his tip inside. You whimpered, clawing at his chest as you eased down upon him.

“That’s it, yes,” he snarled. “Take me. Take all of me. That’s my love…my darling,” he grunted.

You felt him quiver deep within, you felt fulfilled with him inside. You touched your belly, looking down to see him inside you. “I think it’s impossible to take all of you, my love.”

Renart chuckled, grabbing hold of your rear and gently bouncing you. “As much as you can stand.”

You pressed your face into his chest, whimpering as he began to move inside you. Your lashes fluttered and your breath came out heavy against his skin. Despite the cold radiating off his body, your own warmth was flowing as well.

“Yes, oh gods yes,” Renart whined. “I missed you deeply.”

You rocked in his lap, wanting to give him more, wanting to warm him from the outside in. You sat up a it more, easing down upon him then rising back up.

“You’re wonderful,” Renart moaned. “You’re perfect.”

You stilled and looked up at him, begging him to finish you completely. He grabbed you, throwing you onto the floor, and then he drove himself deeply inside you. You cried out in pleasure, gasping for breath and quivering around him. Your legs locked around his waist while he lifted your hips off the ground.

Intense. It was always intense. All our nerves turned raw and every breath you took cleared out your mind until it was blank. It was always only him. That was all there ever could be for you.

“I love you, I love you, I love you,” he repeated over and over as he thrust himself deep inside you.

Dizzy and overflowing, you pulled upon his hair and that’s when his body bowed and bent. He shuddered and cried out gutturally. You clung to him, keeping him with you as his body was wrecked by passion.

Renart fell to the floor, and feathers exploded around you. They floated up into the air, cascading down gently. You smiled softly, closing your eyes as renart pulled you in to cuddle against you. His head rested upon our breast, and the chill on his skin had dulled.

“Everything you wanted?” You giggled.

“And more.” He raised up slightly to kiss you. “You never disappoint.”

You smirked. “Others have?”

Renart sighed as he rested back down. “They all have at some point. But you, I’m not sure what it is, but you have everything.”

“Elwick didn’t?” You teased.

Renart scoffed and laughed. “Elwick was…a confused young lad. He barely knew himself or what he wanted.”

You stroked Renart’s hair. “Then why play with him?”

He sighed. “Just to play. Does that make me awful?”

“No more than usual.” You smoothed your hand down his chest then rested your head there. “I expect some from a creature like you. But what makes me different from the rest?”

He sighed. “It was a feeling. That first moment I came across you, I didn’t feel so cold. Your eyes…they commanded me, and nothing commands me. It was like finding a missing piece to my soul, a lost breath…” He relaxed again. “I believe we are cut from the same cloth.”

You closed your eyes. “I believe that too.”

Renart put his arm around you and kissed the top of your head. “We'll leave in the morning. Alard will take us in. And then you’ll be an awful creature just like me.”