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Encounter: The Second

Sally had thought that things might be a little different with Antoine since that night a week ago... maybe she thought that he would have loosened up somewhat on how he babysat her; she had come to realize quickly that such an assumption was an obvious mistake. What she had thought might bring them closer together, cause Antoine to trust her judgment of her own wellbeing, had instead caused him to be ever-more watchful of her. While there was a part of her that was still melting from the tender romantic that she had discovered when they had made love... there was another part of her that was rebellious and stubbornly refusing to accept the newfound watchfulness.

It was more than likely that part of her that had caused her to sneak out of her room in the middle of the night and wander outside. It didn't take her long to find her favorite spot in the garden, towards the edge of everything-as far away from her life as she could get without a search party coming after her... a soft patch of earth and the smell of things growing was all that she needed to really relax. Even though this wasn't a real garden, but instead something that was tended to carefully, like a growing child, to help fill bellies and keep people form starving, she still found it to be a place of quiet relaxation.

A garden was a place where life was created-the ground was where it stemmed from, the sky witnessed the giving of life. Things were born here.

She laid back on the ground, not caring if a little dirt found its way into her vest, and closed her eyes to relax. Silence, the soft air on her cheeks... and time to think about how things had changed so much... and how there was happiness and joy in her heart that she hadn't felt for a long, long while.

"I am to be zinking zat zis is not your room, Sally..." The voice that broke through the air was easily distinguished... and for a brief, brief moment, Sally rethought that whole 'happiness and joy' that she had just been pondering. Her blue eyes opened slowly and looked up to see Antoine looming above her with his arms crossed over his chest as though he were about to discipline a small child for going into a room that they shouldn't have.

Sally's brows instantly snapped together-one hand came up to brush through her hair. She was completely unaware of the fact that her fingers were covered with soil, and that it brushed through her auburn locks and left little clinging spots of dirt that were completely unbefitting of a Princess. "Of course it's not my room, Antoine... but that doesn't mean that I don't need to breathe every now and then." Her arms crossed over her chest and she stayed sitting on the ground as though to say that she refused to move from that spot until she'd had enough of the outside air. Perhaps it made her look a bit like a stubborn child... but in that moment, she didn't care. She would rather look like a stubborn child than be forced to go back inside to be stifled by walls and constrains on what she could and could not do. Her voice held just as much conviction as before as she spoke again, "How would you feel if you weren't allowed to breathe?"

He looked down at her for a moment, his face purely stoic-his voice was still firm and full of authority, "Zat may be so... and I am zinking zat you zink zis will be making me change my mind about your staying indoors. But.." His look grew even more stern, "It iz not."

"Antoine!" Her voice came out in an exasperated sigh and she started to pick herself up off of the ground. Before she could push herself to her feet-he was there, picking her up, and brushing the dirt from her frame as she continued on. "I love you, I really do... but you can't keep babysitting me like this-I'm feeling better. I really am, I-"

Of course, her words nearly betrayed her as she felt a slight swoon overcome her body from the exertion of becoming so worked up. Brows snapping together again, she continued on, "You have to understand..." Her voice trailed off again, but for a completely different reason. Antoine's hands were working over her frame-he brushed lightly at her back, getting the dirt out of her fur... he brushed lightly at her ass, once more getting the dirt out of her fur... his hand moved up and combed through her hair, letting the particles fall away... his hands moved over her chest, lightly rubbing to get the dirt off of her vest. "I..." Her blue eyes grew slightly darker-there was something about his touch that truly set her on fire-perhaps it was because she had denied it to herself for so long... but whatever it was, it was obscuring her ability to give a good fighting argument about why she should stay outside. There was something about how he should trust her to know her own body, and that she had hoped things would be different since they had truly come together; however, Sally found all of the fiery passion and willfullness being translated into fiery passion and desire with each touch of Antoine's hand. It wasn't fair! But... in all truth, she didn't-at that moment, at least-care in the least bit to just let it happen.

"You...?" Antoine seemed genuinely interested in what it was that she had started to say, but she noticed that his hands were still brushing dirt that no longer existed off of her frame; his fingertips played a gently line along her torso, sweeping lower and lower towards her pelvis.

"I... want to stay outside...." Her words were very faint now, though she knew that she still had her conviction, though it was melting away quicker than she could gather it back up. She, however, had a large part of her that didn't really care where she was as long as Antoine continued to do exactly what he was doing.

"It is to be that important to you zat we are staying outside?" Sally had to stop and think for a moment to understand what he said-she didn't miss the 'we' that he had thrown in there... but she truly loved the fact that he had. She gave a small little nod as his hands moved to once more smooth through her hair, nails lightly scratching along her scalp.

"Yes, it's important to me... Antoine..."

He gave her a serious look for a moment, and Sally honestly couldn't be sure as to what it was that he was thinking... she felt that way so often with him-he could be so stoic, and yet she'd truly seen the heart that was beneath it all. She'd seen a depth of emotions that she honestly hadn't been aware he was capable of... and in doing so, she found herself completely at a loss as to what it was that he was truly thinking and feeling when he gave her that stoic stare. What was beneath it?

She didn't have to wait long to see, however. Giving a small, curt nod as though he had held some internal conversation with himself and decided on what was best, Antoine leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers. Sally was caught off guard by the heat of the kiss-Antoine's tongue parted her lips and explored the cavern of her mouth, his arms coming up to wrap tight around her, gripping the back of her vest as though his entire body would fly apart if he dared to let her go.

Perhaps it was her gallivanting outside like she shouldn't have, or the fact that this kiss aroused her almost painfully... but her knees went weak, and she found herself being slowly lowered to the ground by the coyote whose lips had not left her own. The dirt that he had worked so diligently to brush off of her body before was suddenly like a bed beneath her, and she felt his muscled frame press down against hers so that his arousal was evident. A small little moan escaped her throat when his lips finally fell away from hers, and his voice came out an octave lower than it's usual cadence.

"I am to be feeling zat we can stay right here... zat is," and he lowered his lips to bite gently at her neck, drawing another moan from Sally's throat and making her hips flex of their own volition... "If it is zat you are feeling zat we should."

There was no question in her mind, no moment of hesitation in her answer. Her arms wrapped around him, and she lifted one leg so that her foot slid along his thigh and his arousal was drawn closer to her own aching center, "Yes... please?"

She could tell that there was something about the way that she asked for his affections that seemed to incense him to new levels-a small growl escaped his throat, and his hands on her body jerked-he nearly ripped her vest open, drawing another cry from her throat. Her body arched forward, small, supple breasts pressed into the air, so that her nipples were offered up to the coolness of the night. Antoine's head moved downward in a flash, his lips fastening around her nipple so that he could give a teasing little bite before sucking hard to draw as much of her breast as he could into his mouth. The sensation brought a cry of pure pleasure from Sally's lips. Her fingers moved downward, tangling into his thick, blonde hair; she heard his name spilling from her lips over and over again in soft, quick and needy little murmurs.

His head moved only for a moment so that his mouth could latch against her other breast, and his fingers delved between her legs to find the bud of her arousal. He flicked it with what seemed to be pure expertise, before two fingers slide slowly inside of her.

"Oh, Antoine...!" She could barely cry out her pleasure before two of his fingers were working in and out of her wet core, while his thumb continued to work little teasing circles around her clit. Her entire body gave a nearly painful pulse and her hands fell down, gripping the earth beneath her so that soil fell through her grasping hands. She squirmed, whimpering under her breath; it was like his intention was to drive her wild-the fact that he hadn't said a word since he had started touching her made it all the more intoxicating. He was like a man gone wild-a man who had been drowning, starving, dying of thirst, heat, and chill all at once... and her body was the source of everything that he needed. It seemed as though he was intent on devouring her, one pleasured cry at a time; in truth she was completely powerless to stop him... and completely and utterly unwilling to even try. All that she could do was beg, ask him for more...

Her lips parted to speak again, and it was as though he sensed it. His fingers thrust deep inside of her, stroking the back walls of her aching pussy and along the most sensitive parts of her core. His mouth released her breast so that his teeth could graze along her torso in a quick line... and then his tongue was replacing his hand. He lapped hungrily against her clit, and the sudden warmth of his tongue caused her to scream her pleasure to such volumes that it echoed around the garden.

He worked her over like he meant to drink her down-his tongue delved inside of her core, darting in and out, moving to lap up along the length of her slit before reaching her quivering bud. He circled it once, twice... and then set his lips over it and drew her clit into his mouth, working his tongue back and forth across it and letting little hums escape his throat so that the combined feeling of movements and vibrations brought her so close to orgasm that she clawed at the ground, leaving deep gouges in the earth from her nails.

His eyes rolled up for a moment, looking along the length of her shivering body. Earth covered her fur, was caught up in her hair. Mud streaked across her torso where her hands grabbed at her own frame in an attempt to keep herself from flying apart at his touch. Her breasts heaved with each breath that she took, and her eyes were dark with pleasure, passion, and aching desire. He made sure that she was looking at him, and then slowly let his tongue trail one more circle around her swollen clit before running the tip back down to slowly lap into her aching center again-his eyes grew dark with desire and a knowledge so wrought in wicked pleasure that she could have sworn those orbs were burning with carnal intent. It was as though he knew exactly what he wanted, and he was going to be merciless in the wanton desire that he caused her to feel until he got exactly that. It was that look, so strong... dark... overwhelming... that caused Sally to do something that she never had before-she begged.

"Antoine, please... just... please..." She squirmed beneath his hold for another moment as his tongue made its trip once more to her clit, and then she pulled back from him, breaking free from his grasp and forcing herself to scoot back with her hands. His eyes were wide for a moment, as though he was truly concerned that he had done something wrong. "Sally, I am to b-"

She cut him off, however. She wouldn't hear apologies at this moment-it wasn't what she wanted. She flipped her body over, coming to all fours in front of him. Her knees buried into the dirt, and her hands gripped the soil lightly-she was still shaking and shivering from his actions before, and as her legs spread, she knew that her opening glistened with both Antoine's saliva and her own wanton moisture. "Fuck me..." She whispered the words softly at first, but as she looked over her shoulder with strands of auburn hair falling into her eyes, the words came out stronger.

"Fuck me! Please!"

It seemed as though Antoine, who never lost his cool since Sally had seen the change in him, lost it in that moment. He came at her like an animal, instantly mounting her from behind and letting the hard length of his arousal bury itself deep inside of her waiting core.

The sensation of him filling her up brought her head back and forced another scream from her lungs. It caused her hands to dig holes into the earth beneath her until she felt the dirt plastering beneath her nails. Her entire body rocked back, meeting his thrust, and she continued to whimper and scream out her begging pleas. "Oh, yes... Antoine, more... give me more. Please, please... please! Please!"

The word please continued to spill from her lips like a mantra, a litany in testament to how much she wanted him, needed him in that moment. Antoine's hips continued to thrust forward, harder and harder with each begged utterance that escaped her lips-he seemed fueled by it, as though there were nothing in the world that he wanted more than to give her exactly what it was that she desired... and she knew, in that moment, that it was true. He would do anything for her. Anything that she asked... an idea was beginning to form in her mind, though it was hard to think through the pleasure that was rocking through her body. Tiny bursts that warned her of an orgasm soon to come were sending little flares of dazzling light behind her eyes.

Antoine, on his knees behind her, let one hand come to the center of her back, while the other held tight to her hip-he bucked forward, filling her entire core until his cock met her very limits. Again and again, he thrust, and again and again, her body gave a telltale spasm of the pleasure that was building up inside of her with such strength that she was honestly afraid it was going to rip her apart. She couldn't tell if she was still saying please, or if she was simply screaming incoherencies... she could only hear the sound of her heartbeat thundering in her ears, the sound of their bodies rocking together-flesh meeting flesh, breath and moans a duet of pleasure that filled the night air with sounds that it had never experienced before. Both were covered in sweat, in dirt, in the smell of sex and fucking... and both were reaching the point where it was becoming harder and harder to breath, and easier to let go and be taken over by the pleasure that was ready and aching to spill out and consume them.

It was then that Sally's earlier thoughts echoed in her mind: He would do anything for me...

Anything.

And in that moment, she knew exactly what it was that she wanted more than anything. "Knot inside of me, Antoine. Give me your children-I want to be yours in every way. Please... please..." Again, the mantra of her begging began, only this time it was accompanied with her thrusting back even harder, her entire body rocking as though she could beg him with her movements as well as her words... and soft, nearly unnoticeable tears forming in her eyes at the thought of him denying her this wish that had suddenly taken hold of her so completely that she could think of nothing else that she wanted more.

"Zat iz... I... Sally... oui... oui... j'taime. I am to be yours forever. I love you!" And she could feel with his next thrust that he had given her exactly what she wanted. Whatever he had been holding back was released-his hips came forward again, again.. again... and she could feel the growing and swelling at the base of his shaft. One final thrust and he was deep inside of her-one final thrust and she could feel the knot holding him tight in place as his cum began to burst forth like a scalding wave of pure life, filling her core, filling her insides... giving her exactly what she wanted.

It was the feel of that knot, the knowledge... the sure feeling that she had that she would be carrying the child of the man that she loved that caused her to orgasm. It came stronger than she had ever felt before-so strong that stars burst before her vision and for a moment she could see nothing. A scream ripped from her, both from pleasure and from the near pain that she felt with her hips still bucking of their own volition, back and forth, while Antoine's knot refused to allow them to break apart. Her insides pulsed, spasemed, and Antoine's screamed echoed her own in the night air.

"Oui! You are mine! Sally, you are to be mine forever."

Both of their bodies shook, shivered and spasemed until their strength gave way and they collapsed to the earth. Antoine's arms came around his lover and held her tight as he rolled to his side so that he could cradle her against him. She could still feel his knot deep inside of her, a girth that left her body aching... but the pleasure that was still rocking through her senses, the endorphins that left her utterly high and giddy were enough to allow her to ignore it. They laid there together in silence for a span of heartbeats... until ginally, Antoine spoke again.

"Zis it to be zomething that will be changing everything..." His voice was soft, and he pulled her even closer while still deep inside of her. She tilted her head to look back at him.

"I think it will be... and I think it is exactly what I needed... what we needed. I want everyone to know, Antoine... that you are the one that I choose, the one that I love... the one who will stand beside me for the rest of my life." Twisting as best she could, she nuzzled her cheek against his. His gaze pierced her own, and she could see the softness there-the love, the aching tenderness that had been consumed and covered by his animalistic passion and desire only moments prior. "I love you. We'll have a family together... nothing has ever been so perfect or made so much sense to me... I can see everything so clearly now..."

Her words seemed to touch him, because his hands came even tighter around her. "Zere is nozing in zis world zat will ever take me from your side. Zis I want you to know."

His lips found hers again, and the kiss this time was tender. She let her tongue drift to gently lick his lower lip before pulling back. In a small voice, trying to mimic his accent as best she could, she whispered back, "Zis I know."

Her words elicited a smile from Antoine that she couldn't help but to cherish. Letting herself relax, she laid back down in the dirt with his arms around her waist... her waist... She looked up for a moment to the sky and the stars above...

And endless sky, with endless possibilities-full of hope, of birth, of life... of happiness. She pulled Antoine's arms around her-both laid there, covered in soil, bodies still entangled... and in that moment while looking up at the sky, Sally knew that her life was the same-full of endless possibilities...

• Netiher Antoine nor Sally noticed the eyes that watched from a distance.. or the small 'tch' that sounded as their declarations of love were uttered. Eyes watched as they laid there beneath the night sky-had wittnessed what had transpired between them... and eyes narrowed slowly. This simply wouldn't do! Antoine and Sally? Antoine and Sally! No... Antoine would be hers...

Nothing would stop her from getting what she wanted... not even the Princess...

[to be continued in Encounters: The Third!]