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Deep, gut-wrenching satisfaction overtook her as his tongue moved across the pale feathering of her cheek, and Olive fell deeper under the titan's own spell. He wove a magic that he didn't know; that even Olive was not consciously aware of, though she was its most willing victim. His magic wove around her, entangling with her own much like their limbs as he reached forth and drew her close. Who didn't need the passions and adoration of another? Who didn't need a healthy endorphin rush? Who didn't need this?

Olive did not yet know what Tiberius was to her, but the dove would not dare turn him away now.

His words, now akin to dripping honey, continued to speak the absolute best words, and Olive received them with a flick of a sateen lobe and upturn of her cheek, ever the eager receptacle for everything he was willing to give her. She, too, was on fire — and the snow was doing absolutely nothing to cool her off. "Feel it, my bear," the greyscale seraph, a mere doll in his arms, bade the man who so enraptured her, "This is what it feels like to be alive."

To her point, it was in these trance-like states, Olive found, that the veil thinned and her aliveness grew. They did not come often, so the sylph chose to see them as a gift. Tiberius was a gift. This must have been what pulled her from the sun-baked plains, and supplanted her here in the Tundra; to freeze, and then be thawed by the ardor of a man whose name she knew, and nothing more.

The feverish woman flexed her pointed paws against the earth, restlessly lifting her rump several inches from the ground before settling back down again. "Tiberius," she uttered, answering his demand, "I cannot wait," she gasped, absolutely overcome with the desire for him. Her words, heavy with emotion, stuck in her throat. "Take me," was all she could get out. Wordless and breathless, Olive eagerly awaited the titan's next move. Whether he pulled her up to stand or took her where she lay, she could be moulded to his needs easily, like clay beneath his fingers.

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He thought that if this was a dream, leave him. Do not wake him for the trivial matters of real life, leave him in this slumber for it was where he wanted to be. The outside world could wait but he'd not leave this moment and he'd not leave Olive. She was woven into his being from the moment she had touched him, drawing him with enchantments that came so naturally to her he wondered that in all of his musings, if she really did weld magic. He rumbled lowly in his throat as she called to him, bear -- the word making him feel every bit as powerful as he was. Feel it, she said, this is what it was like to be alive. He had not been living before, the titan swore, for had this been what it was like to feel alive then surely he had been dead.

Tiberius had not felt the stir in his loins before he had met her, certainly he had started to be able to admit someone bore an attractiveness about them but never before had one stirred awake such primal feelings in him before. It was all for her and had she not been so willing in his touch, reciprocating his emotions, he'd have felt embarrassment. There was no time for such trivial feelings, for he had too much to focus on with the waif at his touch. His breathing grew heavy as his desire grew, his molten gaze ablaze like a freshly erupted volcano and he watched her avidly, unable to waver from her. He watched as her spine curved with the lift of her rump, her delicate paws stretched out in a point before her as she settled back down with his name on her lips. Tiberius felt the thread snap even further as he heard his name on her tongue, riddled with the desire that he felt stirring in his own belly.

It was her next words that had the thread of his control snapping completely and he growled softly, unable to stop the approving sound from toppling from his lips. "Fuck," he couldn't help but groan, unable to disappoint her. Not that he wanted to, 'cause fuck, he may be inexperienced but he wasn't goddamn stupid -- he wasn't just gonna leave her here, waiting, wanting. Not when he wanted her, too. Tiberius nipped at her ear as he moved to stand, stretching his limbs out as he encased her between his forelegs and he drew his nose down the curve of her spine as he murmured her beauty to her, whispered into her fur how he swore she had touched a part of him he'd not thought he even had.

He would murmur sweet nothings to her all day if she had wanted it, he thought as he used a hind leg to tuck her tail away as his body moved on instinct. She wanted him, he wanted her and his body told him that he was going to divulge, his mind singing the very same tune. Breathing heavily through his nose he swept his tongue across her nape as he angled himself, pointed and ready, "Olive," he breathed against her skin. He'd done it with means to feel her, to indulge in the sensations but he'd not realised how torturous it would be as he slipped into her slowly. Tiberius would not hold back the moan, groan -- whatever the fuck it was -- of her name as he felt her around him, blissfully soft and warm and he swore then that nothing could ever make him feel so alive.

The titan nudged her with his hind paws, aiming to keep her tightly between his legs but still to wiggle if she so desired, just wanting to feel as much of her as he could as he bucked his hips. "Magic," he swore, "yah fuckin' magic," Tiberius would pray, sing, whatever he fucking had to, to whatever God that may exist, to never forget this feeling. He could not help as he leaned to nibble at her ears where he could, the movement of his hips turning his brain off, lost to the sensations that coursed through him with every angle. ^^

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For a woman who lived life amongst the clouds, this psychosexual experience was her ultimate embodiment. Though Tiberius would eventually speak of her own magic, his magic was what brought her back to her senses time and time again. It was his nose that created such fire on her skin, and his tongue which caused her blood to rush. It was the sound of his voice that sounded akin to music, and she drank all of him eagerly; all of his melodies and pulses, all of the rushes and stops; truly appreciating the challenge of a man so hardened, yet so generous with her. It was liquor to her soul and she melted further from his mere nearness and the closeness of his touch. The woman was an open receptacle, waiting to be filled with Tiberius's unique pattern of inspiration.

If there was magic in a woman, Olive was willing to postulate that it existed in her sensuality. Soft and supple against the battle-hardened frame of her partner, the sylph felt herself bloom and blossom in the energy centers around her heart and her belly, stirring a place that sat so deep within her that she had only experienced such emotions once before, during her first heat. She felt the pulse in her loins as strongly as she felt her heartbeat, and she could do nothing more than hitch her breath and allow Tiberius to migrate around her little body, loving how it felt when he moved, guided by his masculine instinct.

He gathered her willowed frame in his arms one more, only this time it was distinctly different and poignant with their intentions. The gods and the goddesses danced between them, coursing through them in their enduring readiness for each other's body. It was only the truly divine things that ever felt this good, and Olive shut her eyes against the sights of the world; she could no longer see Tiberius, so she surrendered her vision in favor of fully losing herself to all the myriad sensations of his touch, attempting to commit them to memory so she may draw honey from this coupling forevermore.

"Please, Tiberius—" the words came forth despite her not knowing what for, as his arms found their natural place in the crook of both of her hips and the titan did exactly as she bade him. If he heralded any inexperience, Olive could not scry it. He moved through her as if he were a knife and she were butter, half-melted and ready to be eaten. The murmuring of sweet nothings faded (which had been returned by the Dove, and had been just as non-sensical) into deep breaths and swooning sighs, hauling in cool air and holding it within her lungs, lingering in the feeling of fullness that Tiberius gave unto her. The woman felt ungrounded, quite literally — her hindquarters were held close to the concave curve of his low belly by the instinctive clutch of arms, but so tall and strong was he hung her in midair, her legs dangling like a pendant towards the trampled permafrost beneath them, unable to find footing, but entirely uncaring to do so. Her forearms braced themselves, finding stability and balance in how he held her and rocked her.

"Oh, gods save me," she groaned lustily, leaning back her head into the kisses he was leaving behind her ears, determined to feel as much of him as she could, both on the inside and out. In that moment there was only him. only Tiberius.

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Every word in his vocabulary seemed... unworthy, as a way to describe her. To describe this moment. The titan could not utter words that would do her justice, the otherworldly woman beneath him reaching heights, galaxies, universes that were so out of reach that he felt almost small as he encased her. Where he was hard, Olive matched him and melted him with her softness, both skin and fur as it pressed against his monochrome form. He swallowed, thick and laden with saliva as he felt her clench around him, her warmth making his spine tingle.

His hips jerked against her as he spoke, a plead with his name on her tongue and Tiberius felt breathless as the beast in him raged and purred with delight to hear his name spoken in such a way from the little waif. The titan groaned against her, his hips spurred forward by her plead and tightly he held her where he could against him, breathing her in as he felt his stomach tighten into a coil, pulling at places he hadn't known he had.

The man found he liked to hear her. Whether it was nonsense, moans, pleads or his name -- he liked it, he wanted it and what she did say rung in his ears over and over to each slap of his hips. She leaned against him and he felt it, the tighten, the pull, the intensity in his blood as he pressed his cheek against her neck, her name on his tongue in a prayer, "Olive," raspy and rugged. 

Tiberius could not help the groan of pleasure, of delight and satisfaction as his belly coiled and tightly did he grasp her, rutting against her in a manner that could only be considered feral as he mumbled her name as he spilled his seed within her. He panted, his muscles bunching and clenching as he felt overwhelmed and warm, unable to think as he moved. "Fuck," the titan managed, blinking rapidly as he leaned his nose into her fur, his mind away with the fairies that he was certain had been born of Olive.^^

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If there was ever a story of creation, this was surely it; the intermingling of divine forces, the birth of the entire cosmos, played itself out on a smaller scale here, using the bodies of both the pale fae and the dark titan as their puppets and muse. The masculine, buried within the feminine, gave her energy a direction to flow. He was the conduit of her electricity, and she sparked and surged within the confines he provided, guided by the desperate clutch of his forearms and the continual drumming of his body against hers. They created a circuit with their bodies, their spines parallel, connected at both ends, like two snakes twirling together in the final throes of courtship.

If there was anything that Olive sought to study in this lifetime with her relentless spirituality and connection to the earth, it was to more deeply understand the spectrum of pleasure and pain. The two were not opposites, as many easily believed. Instead, the witch understood them to be two sides of the same coin. Being the receptacle of the two, there was a definite quality of pain to their love-making for the fragile dove. Tiberius had disclosed at the beginning of their meeting that he did not know the meaning of the word 'gentle,' but this was not a bad thing. For those who sought it, there was endless pleasure in pain. In fact, Olive found these two were quite easy to transmute into one another.

Olive easily found her pleasure and took it heartily, riding a rollercoaster thrills that took her soaring higher, and higher. As she perceived the titan atop her begin to writhe in at utmost feral manner, the dove felt deep warmth satisfaction flood her body, which pervaded her entire being, including her mind, and persisted even after the inky warrior slowed his insatiable gyrations and took her in an embrace that was softer and less covetous. "Tiberius, you are far too much man for me," she giggled as she tried to still her heartbeat and regain her breath, but still carrying some of the massive brute's weight, she could not do so entirely. However, the enticing, glowing grin that overtook her entire face as she simpered connoted nothing but happiness.

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It was a different feeling altogether, feeling her convulse around him in what he could only hope was her getting her release like he had. He found the sound of her, the feel of her, even the goddamn smell of her made his loins twist in a way he'd never experienced until meeting Olive, even now once he had been emptied, he felt it twist with a primal need. The titan breathed a laugh into her fur as she spoke, regaining her breath as she giggled. Too man for her, she had said and beneath his fur he felt his cheeks blossom with warmth. Well fuck -- what did that mean? "Ain't so sure abou' tha', luv," the man murmured to her as he delivered a lick to her nape where he had been grasping it and pulled away from her, relieving her of some of his weight as he, unfortunately, slipped out of her and shivered.

She smelled of him and her and he knew that he would smell the same, something he wished his nose would never forget. "Fuck," he grunted as he stretched his body out, his limbs almost lifeless as he leaned back to sit on his haunches and before him, his forelegs splayed as he hunched over with a satisfied grin settling upon his disfigured features. The titan could not help but look at her, his molten gaze roving over her delicate features as if capturing her in his memory and warmly, something he hadn't really done, he leaned forward to deliver a gentle -- gentle for Tiberius -- lick to her cheek. One that wasn't entirely sexual, a particular warmth spurring his actions that he'd not understand but would not shy away from.

Not when she had just invited him to do what they had just done.

"I's gonn' sound like a parrot but darlin', yah somethin' else entirely," he rumbled as he eyed her, "don't let no one tell ya any differen', yah 'ear?" he recalled from their chat that her home had started to feel like a prison. She was worth more than feeling as if she were in a cage, 'cause a golden cage was still a goddamn cage and she was far above feeling so stuck. A mischievous smirk settled upon his features as he rumbled, "was tha' wha' ya wanted ta prescribe me for m'pain, darlin'?" ^^

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Olive hadn't realized how much she had deeply missed the affections of another. With so many platonic relationships in her life, it was the ultimate satisfaction to finally find someone with a little spice to them. Generally, it was only the divine who managed to excite (and incite) her, which only further bolstered her belief that Tiberius had a little bit of the Gods in him, just as she had the Goddesses within her. It was no wonder the fates had tossed them together as they had, brought together because of thirst, but leaving satiated in an entirely different way.

Olive couldn't help the small whimper she uttered as his dismounted, swinging his broad torso to the side and leaving her empty. The cold rushed to meet her in all the places that had been warmed by their passions, but the ashen sylph couldn't say she didn't like the way is refreshed her — perhaps the tundra and its snows had something else going for it besides this shadowed, dark knight who offered himself so heartily to her. "I like it when you say it," accepting both his nuzzles and his compliments, allowing her soul to steep in the post-coital bliss that clouded (cleared?) both their minds. She was something else, but certainly so was he.

"Not a bad tasting medicine, no?" the fae chimed, answering his perfunctory kiss by scooting closer and curling against the curve of his chest and shoulder, letting her jade eyes slip closed for a moment as she indulged in a cuddle.

Nosing the shorter fur the crested the arch of his breastbone, she felt the drum of his heart underneath. "Keep a little space in your heart for me?" she mused, eyes fluttering open. "Please," she added, wondering (perhaps at the same moment as he) if he too felt caged. Certainly they would need to go down their separate paths; she had her obligations, and she had his. They both had their cages, but he would not find one with her.

The only lasting thing she would ask of him was the knowledge that there was another out there who felt as she did; that the world wanted her, as much as she wanted the world.

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The whimper rang in his ears and he felt the loss more then, his stomach swirling as it repeated over and over in his mind. The titan had no doubt he would hear her sounds for many moons and months ahead, likely never to forget them ringing in his ears. Same as the way he thought he'd be unable to forget her.  His marred lip quirked into a small, satisfied smirk as he told him she liked to hear him say it. If this was the last time that he was to see her then he'd repeat it again before she would take her leave from him, but if there was a collision of their paths once again then he would remind her then, too. It was unlikely that she didn't know it, 'cause she radiated self-knowing but fuck, it would be doing her an injustice not to remind her.

He rumbled a chuckle low and heartily at her response, her body coming to curve against him and settling easily within his embrace. "Reckon it's tha best tastin' medicine i's ever gonna 'ave," Tiberius mused to her quietly, keeping their bodies clasped together as he felt no desire to let her go yet. The Druid had curled into him and he wrapped himself around her where he could, so he supposed that she hadn't a desire to go quite yet, either. His heart thumped in his chest as he came down from his high, slowly and boneless. So rarely had he found himself in a position of... cuddling, is what he supposed it would be called. Mostly foreign to him and especially in this world he found himself in now, Tiberius would indulge when given the chance.

The titan wouldn't do so with just anyone, after all and when an angel had been chosen to fall into ones life, who turned down everything that came with them? He was many things but a fool he was not. She stirred, nosing the flesh and bones that hid his heart and she spoke, asking a question that had him tilting his head down to her as his molten gaze roved over her elegant features. It was a question that surprised him, earning a thick swallow as he wondered on it. Certainly there were empty crevices of his heart that had not yet been shattered but well on their way to cracking but amongst all the damage, there were little parts of him that were sturdy and beating full of life and that was where he placed the ones that meant something to him.

That was where she would be, too, even before her request. "Ain't gotta ask," he rumbled as he drew his nose along the curve of her ear, thinking to himself that no, she didn't need to ask but he liked to hear that she wanted to be saved away in a part of him. "Reckon yah 'ad a part tha moment I's looked at yah," Tiberius so rarely allowed a vulnerability to be so open and clear for another to see but wasn't that what he had been with her this entire meeting? It was strange and new to him to say these things but then, he hadn't really thought it before his mouth was opening and rumbling words of reassurance to the druid. He shifted then, as if he could tighten their hold on each other any more and he wished to return the question but found his voice stuck within his throat.

He could not ask of that in return, not when he had no clue how to handle someone elses heart -- not even a small piece. She deserved to fill those spaces with beasts who knew hearts and knew how to care for them. Instead he smiled, small and boyish. A smile that one his age should wear more often, youthful and full of warmth yet it was one that was foreign to him. The titan could settle for knowing she was out there somewhere, pleased to know that within a crevice of his heart she lay, bright and lively. ^^

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