She was missing Antoine-there wasn't anything else for it. Sally Acorn wasn't used to the feeling, but now that she had it...? It was overwhelming her. She wanted nothing more than to find her coyote lover and perhaps drag him off into an empty room to repeat what had happened last night.

The problem was, what had happened last night had truly exhausted her-Antoine wouldn't be pleased if she left her room on a hunt for sexual adventure; luckily, Sally was a bit of an expert at doing exactly the opposite of what Antoine told her to do. Besides, she couldn't see him really complaining about it until after the fact if she surprised him with her arms around his waist and her lips pressed against his own. Her blue eyes sparkled mischievously and she headed towards the training room, certain that she would find Antoine there since he had some spare time during her 'nap'.

As she approached the room, Sally let her mind drift slowly... how would she surprise Antoine? She could always pounce on him, though she could already hear his voice ringing out in disapproval, "Zis is to be very unhealthy. You are to be going back to your room zis inztant."

"You're not my babysitter." She actually muttered the words aloud, but a small little quirk of a smile lilted the corner of her lips. Though it was overbearing at times, she found Antoine's over protectiveness of her endearing... she just wished that he would back off of it sometimes. 

As she approached the training room, she heard voices-shouts. Was Antoine sparring with someone else? The voice was female. Sally's brain didn't have enough time to come to the conclusion that her eyes witnessed as she opened the door curiously-Antoine and... Bunnie.

'That's a funny way to spar'... for a moment, the thought trickled through her mind as shock overcame her entire frame. She felt a numbness creep up along her body-it started in her stomach and quickly shot up like a liquid shook up and escaping from a bottle. Her jaw tightened, her entire face went cool... and there was a buzzing sound in her ears that nearly deafened her for a moment. She saw Antoine's lips move-she saw the look on Bunnie's face; it was a mixture of shock and 'Well, you should have guessed'. Sally could literally feel her blood pressure spike, and she knew that her words sounded infuriated as she spoke.

"I don't want to hear it, Antoine." She knew that he was going to give some kind of an excuse. And at the moment, she dared Bunnie to say one damn word to her. Furious that they were still entwined, Sally darted forward-her sickness was forgotten. The meek feeling that had overwhelmed her so often was nowhere to be found. She jerked Antoine up by the arm, growling as she pulled him sharply from the room. "You are going to be so sorry..."

Sally could hear the coyote who was meek in her grip (for once) stuttering out some type of an apology; the back of her mind noted that when he was truly flustered and upset, his French accent seemed to thicken all the more, until she wasn't even sure if he was speaking the same language as her. Where the redhead might have found it endearing in another circumstance, she only found it somewhat of a bother at that moment. She didn't want him to work his way out of the trouble that he has so easily worked himself into-even though Sally could understand why Antoine had been with Bunnie... that didn't excuse the fact that she had found them together like that. 

Sally was seething. Antoine may not have had any real experience with women pursuing him, but that didn't mean that it was all right for him to let it happen... at least, she wasn't going to let it be all right just yet. 

Sally's march quickly brought them to her room. She didn't even give a moment of pause when she dragged him in there-anyone who had been watching would have known exactly what was going on by the expression on her face; of course, had they been looking to Antoine's they would have thought that the world was ending. Luckily, however, no one was there to stop her as she slammed the door behind her and practically threw Antoine onto her bed. 

"Was it worth it, Antoine?" Sally's voice cut like a knife, and she saw the way that the coyote on her bed nearly cowered from it. She knew that he would never truly do anything to hurt her... but she also knew that he was so new to seduction that he had no impulse control... and Sally was hoping that she would be able to scare a little bit of it into him by showing him this side of her. However... the more that she looked at him, the more she saw Bunnie atop him... with him... bringing him the pleasure that she should have been bringing him. What Sally thought was a lesson was quickly turning into her own blood singing, her heartbeat coming faster-she was maddened by the thought that someone else had touched him, and she suddenly had the urge to make sure that she covered every inch of Antoine's body with her scent. The Princess wanted to eradicate anything that had to do with Bunnie from his body.

Antoine had opened his mouth to speak... some type of reasoning behind what had happened, she was sure... but Sally was having none of it. She practically threw herself at the bed, and was amused to see that Antoine actually twitched as though he were frightened that she was going to hit him-more than that, the look in his eyes said that he clearly felt as though he deserved it. Instead, however, she was atop him, straddling him, and writhing against him like an animal in heat. Sally's voice, when it came out again, was a rich, sultry tone... "Do I need to show you why you're mine and no-one else's, Antoine?" 

"Sally..." He barely got her name out before she was on him again-her hands wrapped tight around his neck, and her lips came crashing down against his own. She didn't wait, or ask for permission-her tongue simply parted the divide of his mouth and began to explore, to lick, to lap, and to work at every corner and crevasse of his mouth as though to make sure that there was no spot left untouched. The possessive nature of her movements seemed to first shock and then arouse Antoine, because his arms came up around her as though to hold her. Sally, had none of it, already having a plan of her own. Her hands caught his mid motion, and she brought them back down to either side of his head; she didn't have to say anything as she pulled back... her blue eyes burned with unspoken words.

'My turn.'

Antoine fell back against the bed, his own blue orbs absolutely blazing... Sally could tell that this side of her aroused him-it was something that she had never shown him before. Still, it should have been obvious... she was a proud, strong woman. And she didn't let people mess with things that were hers. And Antoine? Antoine was hers, from the top of his head to the bottom of his feet. It was obvious to them both that she was going to take this encounter to show him just that. 

Her hands held his wrists lightly-though Antoine could have broken out of the grip if he had wanted to, there was no such desire in his body. Sally could tell just by the way that he was lying beneath her that he wanted this to happen-the guilt at being caught was still evident on his face, but it seemed as though her aggression and passion overruled everything. She had never known that she could have such power over the coyote who had shown himself to be so strong and brave, but it seemed that under the circumstances he was more than willing to bow to whatever whim his Princess had. And, in that moment, Sally knew that her whim was nothing less than amorous.

Her hand dove between their bodies, reaching downward to work at the arousal that was already making itself evident between Antoine's legs. Sally seemed hungry for the feel of it-as she gave one pump that sent Antoine's back arching, her head dove down and her teeth sank against his neck. She bit down as though she meant to mark him as her own... and at the same time, her free hand came up and yanked Antoine's head down so that his own lips found her throat. He knew what she wanted... and just the thought of it caused his thick member to harden all the more. In perfect syncrhonicity, they bit into one another... teeth clenched hard, backs arched, bodies quivered... and Sally could feel it as Antoine's teeth dug into her neck with such strength that she was marked.

A mating mark. Ownership... Claim...

And her teeth left the same impression in his neck. The sight of it, as Sally lifted heavy lidded eyes to look, was enough to make her body clench, and her core ache for the feel of him inside of her. She had intended a slow torture-pumping, working, licking... sucking... anything to make him beg. To make him promise that he would always be hers. However, just the sight of that mark against his neck, the burning feeling that let her know that there was one on her own? It was enough to drive her wild. She wanted nothing more than to ride him so hard that he screamed her name with such volume that everyone could hear.

Antoine hardly had time to gasp-it seemed as though he wanted to say something to her yet again-before she was shifting her body downward and replacing her hand with the tight, hot walls of her core. She could feel his thickness instantly fill her up... it caught her breath in her chest, drew her spine taut. She lifted herself up so that she was riding against Antoine, and her hands instantly came to her blue vest. Delving beneath it, she gave her breasts and squeeze, working against her nipples as her hips rolled. She felt the coyote give another shiver at just watching her ride against him with such force and violent need... though she wasn't forcing him down, wasn't holding him... he was certainly caught there. He couldn't have fought against her if he had wanted, and she could read it in the way that he lay, with his hands still above his head as though she were holding him. 

She lifted her body up, and then drove down with implacable certainty, bringing his cock so deep inside of her that she felt his testicles slap against her ass. She could feel the head of his length playing against her very limits... she could feel him invading her until there was nothing left to explore... and she loved it. Sally began to ride Antoine hard and fast, with no intention of stopping, slowing down. There was no savoring of the moment-there was pure need, passion, fire... the desire to show him that he was hers and hers alone. She wanted to ride him until they merged together, until they couldn't tell where one started and the other ended...

She wanted him to be one with her.

Her needs and desires were reflected in how she moved-Sally rode Antoine as though it was the first and the last time... as though she needed to feel every sensation that she would ever feel for the rest of her life because there would be no others after this. She rode him as though this would be their forever-each time that the thickness of his arousal pressed into her tight core, a moan of ecstasy spilled from her throat. She was pleased to hear that Antoine also gave a muffled little moan of pleasure, whether it was simply a cry or 'mon Dieu' muttered under his breath. Sally let her body fall down so that her mouth could once more connect with Antoine's-she once more licked and lapped at his mouth as though she were starving for the taste of it. Her body writhed, working against his so that her bare and exposed breasts played back and forth against his chest, letting him feel the peak of each hard nipple. 

She worked and writhed over him like a vixen, all the while her hips continued to roll, forcing his cock deep and fast inside of her with every downward thrust. She could already feel pleasure roiling inside of her, threatening to find its release. In the same instant, she could feel the precum dribbling from Antoine's tip, as though to warn her that he would soon find his own relief. Her eyes narrowed and she shook her head slowly-her voice, when it came out, was thick and sensual. "Not without me... you wait for me, Antoine." Her hips came crashing down hard against his own, so hard that his body bounced up against the bed and his balls smacked against her ass. "You wait for me..."

The words were spoken through her teeth-her breath was coming harder and faster with each moment that her hips ground. Every downward thrust brought her clit working against his pelvis, so that the feel of him grinding against every inch of her pussy came in tandem with his lean body working against her twitching nub. Sally wanted to scream in pleasure, to lose herself to the moment of it... but she wanted even more to watch as Antoine worked and writhed beneath her... she wanted to see his pleasure spill over him, to know that she could bring him to that pinnacle better than anyone else would ever dream of. Sally wanted to hear him shout his love for her until Bunnie and everyone else at the base heard it and had no doubt in their mind as to exactly who Antoine belonged to.

"You. Are. Mine..." Her words were panted, and she didn't even realize that she was speaking them. She only knew that she was riding him even harder yet-the Princess was aware of the fact that her core gave a pulse, that her lower body was tingling, growing warmer by the minute. Each beat of her heart, each breath that she took brought her closer to the edge that she knew she was about to fall over. She only wanted Antoine to fall with her, wanted to cling tight to him as they tumbled downward together, into the great ocean of pleasure that awaited them. Suddenly, her movements were about dual pleasure just as much as they were about proving to the world that Antoine was hers. The mark that was still clearly evident on his neck was enough to cause her to clench tight around his thickness yet again.

"S'il vous plaît... Mon Prinzess... s'il vous plaît..." He was begging, he was begging, and his accent was so thick that Sally could hardly understand him. It was so erotic-his hands shot up again, going to her breasts, working and kneading them in a form or worship. Sally's head tossed back at the feel of her petite nipples being rolled between his forefinger and thumb. She let out a scream of pleasure, feeling her core clench yet again-she wasn't going to be able to hold on much longer.

Antoine, however, seemed to lose the fight with himself. He let out a scream of pleasure that came like a growl from his throat-his hands flew to the bed, fingers nearly tearing through the sheets, and his blue eyes fastened to Sally's features. "J'taime! J'taime!"

He was screaming that he loved her... and that was enough to cause Sally to fall over the edge with him. Her body came down, forcing his knot deep inside of her. There was a split-second of pain that was laced with such pleasure and satisfaction that she couldn't even comprehend it. If she hadn't been pregnant before, there was something about this moment that told her that she could very well be on her way to it now. His knot was so thick, the base of his cock lodged tight inside of her. Her hips still twisted, writhed, her core clenched tight as orgasm overtook her and nearly blinded her.

"Antoine!" His name came out as a scream... and it was a perfect duet as her name spilled from his lips.

She rode hard and fast against him, as quickly as she dared... and with such strength that she was afraid of ripping herself in half over his knot. However, she could feel the warmth of his cum filling her, spilling deep inside of her... inching over every hollow of her core until it began to spill out and around the thickness that was joining them together. Antoine was still screaming her name, screaming his love for her... and her own body gave rhythmic spasms of pleasure until at last she fell down on top of him.

Her hips were still rolling, her core still clenching and working as though it were trying to milk the last of Antoine's seed from him... heavy lidded, her blue hues opened to look up to Antoine who was staring down at her in amazement.

Her voice came out thick, slow, and her body gave one more pulse of pleasure that caused a moan to escape both of them. "I love you, Antoine D'Coolette..." Though still searing with passion, she saw the way that his eyes grew tender. A slow smirk spread across her lips, and she let her head fall so that she nuzzled against his neck where she had marked him earlier. "You better get your urges under control before I become pregnant." Giving a little nip to his neck, she could almost feel the confusion pulsing through him. Apparently, her words in tandem with the pleasure that was still rocking through his brain were not computing.

"Pardone?" Still the French, but Sally could understand the question in his voice. She grinned again, cuddling close to him and enjoying the feeling of their bodies entwined so perfectly.

"What happened with Bunnie...? I understand it. You've never been pursued before. I'm telling you now," She lifted her head, looking sincerely at him, "It's all right. You go and you fool around as much as you want... but Antoine," Her lips pressed gently against his, "I want to have your children... I want us to be married... and when that happens?" She shook her head, grinning, "It stops. Enjoy it while you can, and always know..." She lay back down, letting her tongue trail out to trace the mark on his neck, "Who you really belong to."

She felt him give a small shiver of pleasure-and she could almost hear his mouth working, as though he weren't sure what to say. Finally, he settled on four words that were perfect for the moment...

"I love you, Sally..." 

With Antoine's arms tight around her, Sally Acorn knew that those words were true... and she also knew that she was going to have quite a bit of fun showing Antoine over and over again exactly how much he belonged to her.