( Alchemy)<br/><br/>It was almost strange how perfectly things came together. This was not Ylva's first time entangled with a man, she and Kathar had shared a bed a handful of times, when neither of them were able to control the sheer over-powering nature of their animalistic urges. But they had been nothing more than fumbling teenagers and Kathar had possessed no thought for the pleasure of his partner.<br/><br/>For Marrok, Ylva's legs had parted with ease as he traversed her body with his intrepid fingers and hungry mouth. She had feared she would come apart right then and there, overcome with the possibilities of such acute rapture. Their eventual coupling began with such gentleness, but quickly crescendoed into heights of such ferocity and desire, Ylva found herself utterly feverish for the man as he ground himself into her.<br/><br/>It was like a fight, or perhaps a dance, as they came apart and back together over and over again. He would thrust and she would met him, bucking and gyrating her hips. An advance and a parry. They moved with a harmony that no strangers could truly possess and it was in that moment that Ylva knew they were not truly strangers at all. Perhaps they're more human-like sides would need time to sort through the details, but their wolves need no such emotional intimacy. They just needed their hunger saited, completely and fully.<br/><br/>Once the time came for marking, Ylva watched Marrok with curious, loving, half-lidded eyes. She followed his lead, reading herself to mark him as well, her lips tender at first against his flesh. The bite did not last as long as she intended, the sudden thrust of his member drove her senses to new heights, causing Ylva to experience a strange but potent mix of pain and pleasure. Pain from the mark, and exquisite, all-consuming pleasure for the machinations and thrusts of his hips. She met her climax in nearly an instant, and when she finally came down, she found herself starring at the man collapsed next to her.<br/><br/>He was the first to fall asleep. Ylva had laid her head upon his chest, and she allowed herself a few moments to listen to the steady and even thump of his heart. She was not sure why, but there was a complete comfort in the knowledge that he was strong, he was alive, and he was<i>hers</i>.<br/><br/>***********<br/><br/>Sun streaked through windows and open parts of wood the next morning, and neither slumbering party was early to rise. At some point during the night, Ylva had pulled the blankets up and over the two of their bodies. When Ylva's eyes finally fluttered open, she opened them to find a pair of curious eyes looking back at her. It caused her to pull the blanket up even further.<br/><br/>Avonevah stood at the foot of her father's bed, and though she looked a bit confused, there was also a smile upon her little lips. It spread a little wider as she looked at Ylva and then her gaze shifted to her sleeping father.<br/><br/>The next thing that occurred did not strike Ylva as odd, at first, until she realized the true impact of it a moment after it happened.<br/><br/>Avonevah opened her mouth, and a single word came out.<br/><br/>"Papa?"