Claymore and Dagger (closed)

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"Kosava Solstika'am, little kit," Owen murmured, hugging his daughter close.

After dinner the family dispersed. The third day of the Solstice celebrations was all about the younger kits and cubs and children, so Juno had some last-minute planning to take care of while Voluun and Ericka were planning on some time with Per even though he was considered an adult. Oleg and Anya needed the rest anyhow, and Rhett was planning to go out and spend time with Orla, and Yul would probably get distracted with his work or help run some of the events for the children.

That didn't mean there wasn't still plenty of music and food and story circles for adults to enjoy too, but after giving thanks to the ancestors, the tribal folk knew that- even more important than respecting and learning from those gone before- the next generations were the future of not only the tribe, but the culture.
 
Fiona and Sam had retreated to the barn to spend some time with the drakes. Fiona had made a little hood for the egg to keep it warm until it hatched and she put it over the speckled surface while Roman watched her closely.

"Now you don't have to keep it wrapped up so tightly, beastie." Fiona said with a smile towards Roman, playfully pushing his snout away as he sniffed and rumbled at her.
 
Kennah nudged the egg curiously, inspecting the covering before pulling it back against her chest. She let out a soft rumble at Sam, who was off to the side inspecting his tack and saddle, making sure it was still in good condition after having not been used for so long.

"What?" Sam asked as he looked back at his drake, earning another rumble. "Do you need someone t'pay attention to you too?" He stepped over and knelt down to kiss her snout, stroking her mane as she began to purr like a cat.
 
"You've spoiled her, Sam." Fiona said with a laugh, pushing Roman away once more as he nudged her as well. "I'm not spoiling you, beastie. Get use to it."

She did hug her drake tightly, smiling as wide as she possibly could. She was so incredibly happy in the moment. She loved her life and how it had suddenly turned out. She had a man that loved her, a father that was proud of her, and a drake by her side. Her extended family had also taken her in with no questions. It was a dream come true.

"And I have something for you, Sam." Fiona said as she let Roman go, turning to pull out another wrapped bundle. "Something I made."

Inside the bundle was a beautiful black vest, stitched very carefully with a design of blue and green drake scales. She had worked long and hard on that vest and she had even found buttons with little hunting dogs on them like the one that his gran had given him so long ago.
 
Sam was about to tell her she didn't need to give him anything, but as he saw the vest he couldn't help a smile. Taking the vest, he put it on over his tunic, finding it fit perfectly. He almost wondered how Fiona had figured out his exact measurements, but she had probably gotten them from one of his other shirts or a jacket. Sam pulled Fiona in tight, kissing her with a warmth that he only knew with her. He murmured a soft thank-you before kissing her again.
 
She saw the look in his eyes as he about told her that he didn't need anything from her, but she was pleased when he immediately put it on. She knew that he enjoyed the vest and she hugged him tightly when he pulled her in for a kiss.

"You deserve so much more, but I thought you would like this the best out of anything I could have bought." Fiona murmured, pressing her forehead against his cheek.
 
"I'll take handmade over bought any day, love," Sam chuckled. "Especially from you. I wouldn't say it front o' Justin... but y'might 'ave 'im beaten when it comes t'making custom clothes."
 
"Well, that certainly is a compliment." Fiona said with a chuckle as he told her that she was better at custom things than Justin. "I worked hard on everything that I made. I wanted to give you something that would last a long time and that you could wear with anything."

She kissed him again, her hands moving to tangle in his short hair. She loved him so much and she was completely comfortable showing the rest of the world just how much she loved him.

"You know, no one's ever made love to me on the Solstice." She whispered, giving him a small smile.
 
"I can fix tha'," Sam murmured with a smile in return. Taking her hands, he led her into the tavern and upstairs. The moment the door was closed, Sam pressed Fiona against it and picked her up, her legs about this waist. He gave her a handsome grin and another lovely and warm, passionate kiss before letting his love of her skin come out and pressing his lips to her throat.
 
The strength that Sam possessed constantly amazed her. He picked her up without even a worry and soon her legs were wrapping around his waist as he pressed her back against the door of his room. She sighed as he kissed her passionately before his lips moved to the tender skin of her throat.

"Oh, Sam." She murmured, tilting her head back against the door as she allowed him to explore her skin to his heart's content.
 
When Sam carried Fiona away to his bed, he laid her down only to immediately slip her trousers away, his calloused hands skimming down her thighs as he gave her a small smirk. As soon as her lower half was bare, he knelt before her to show her that she could expect so much more than what they'd done before.
 
Pushing herself up onto her elbows, Fiona glanced down the length of her body to Sam as he knelt between her legs. She gave him a curious look as he smirked at her, promising her so much more that evening.
 
Sam took his time, his fingers wandering over her skin until they began to stroke over her most intimate flesh, teasing at her wet entrance ever so lightly. Sam was the sort who was very good with his hands, and he wanted to show her that that applied to more than just work. As he pressed a soft kiss to her thigh and his free hand stroked over her skin, the other teased more and more until she felt two fingers gently press into her core.
 
Fiona instantly let out a gasp as Sam's fingers went to work on her intimate flesh, the wetness between her thighs growing by the moment. Soon enough, she was lying back on the bed again, whimpering as Sam pressed two of his thick fingers into her folds, his lips kissing along the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs.
 
Hooking her legs over his shoulders, Sam slowly began to devour her. He had not hidden from her that she was not his first, but he certainly hadn't told her that he knew how to pleasure her like this. His tongue twisted against her flesh and circled around her little bud. He gave her his all, but took his time and made it last just to torture her, never quite pushing her body far enough.
 
Fiona's fingers curled against the sheets as Sam sought to devour her wet flesh. She whimpered, her hips pressing up against his lips as his fingers continued to pump in and out of her tight body. No one had ever done anything like this to her before and she found herself trapped between both heaven and hell. He was pleasing her greatly, but it wasn't enough to send her soaring over the edge.

"Eldere." She murmured softly, the word the only thing on her mind as he tortured her so sweetly.
 
When Sam finally drew back, he left her body aching for release like she'd never known. The way he looked at her like a predator at his prey let her know that he was prepared to give her his all. He'd always held himself back just a bit, not wanting to overwhelm her in the beginning of their physical relationship when she was unused to a kind lover. He laid his tunic and vest aside before his fingers slipped up under her own shirt to pull the last of her clothes away.
 
Fiona had never seen such a dark and hungry look in Sam's eyes before. She liked it, she thought to herself as he undressed and then pulled the last of her clothing away. Even in the dim light of the room, her tattoo was bright and vibrant, still tender and slightly red, but just as beautiful as it had been when it had been uncovered that morning.
 
Sam hardly wasted a second to crawl up on the bed and begin feasting on her lovely breasts, one hand holding him up while the other hooked behind her knee and he pressed snugly into her entrance with a quiet growl. Even if Sam wasn't a bit were, he could be a beast.
 
Fiona gasped as he was suddenly on her, feasting on her beasts and he hooked a leg around his hips and pressed into her without another word. When he growled, she melted. Her fox wanted to play and she didn't hesitate to let the beast out, giving her the chance to enjoy this Solstice celebration with Sam to the fullest.

Her fox whimpered and groan, holding him as tightly as she could to her body. She nuzzled and nipped against his throat, kissing the spot that she had bitten only a few days before.
 
Made powerful by two decades of riding and training, Sam slowly gained power and pinned her tightly to the sheets to brace her. As she nipped his skin, he pressed a burning kiss to her throat in return, his free hand tangling in her hair.
 
Fiona was soon trapped, held against the sheets firmly by Sam's powerful form as his lips scorched a path across her own throat. His strong fingers wrapped tightly in her hair, pulling her head back until she let out a gasp, her blue eyes closed tightly against the pleasure that Sam was giving to her.
 
Sam pulled back only briefly to turn her on her hands and knees, his own arms wrapped tightly around her as he let his true strength show through when he sank into her body once more. The grunts of effort were almost animalistic coming from him.
 
"Sam..." Fiona managed to gasp out as he turned her over onto her hands and knees, giving her his all as he made love to her.

She couldn't form words any longer as her fingers gripped the bedsheets so tightly. She let out passionate cries and grunts, growling from time to time. Her fox was so incredibly happy in that moment. She bristled and moved beneath her skin, demanding more from the man that she adored.
 
Knowing he couldn't last, Sam pulled back and drew Fiona tightly to his chest, his fingers finding her little bud while his lips pressed to her shoulder, muffling his deep groan as his release hit him hard.
 
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