This was the moment of no return. She had seen his sex, his male flesh erect and stretched to breaking point, ready to enter her, make her a woman and "ravage her."
She was afraid, but impatience got the better of her.
To their surprise, however, Diria stopped him by grabbing his wrist.
She said, "Please. Your name."
Diria thought he was never going to answer her, then he smiled.
"Gariod."
She smiled too.
"I'd expect nothing less. I'm..."
"I already know."
"How?"
"I know the name of everyone who has ever played on the outskirts of my forest."
The young woman shook her head, sensing he was lying.
"I don't believe you."
"That doesn't matter right now, Diria."
And after that last reply, plunging his incandescent gaze into hers, he
penetrated her.
The pain was there and it was great, but it soon disappeared behind the incipient then growing, always deepening pleasure she experienced under the onslaught of his vigorous and most delicious loins thrusts.
"Gariod!" gasped Diria as she threw her arms around her lover's neck, and he wrapped one of her legs around his waist.
They kissed often greedily but briefly to catch their breath and be able to moan and grunt with pleasure.
They caressed each other, gesticulating to provoke waves and beginning this age-old dance, but soon the sovereign wolf was no longer able to hold back. He accelerated the pace with such force and frenzy that the pain returned, but strangely, perversely, added to the pleasure.
Diria clung to him, throwing her head back and screaming again and again.
Ecstasy was just around the corner, and a few seconds later they reached it together.
Diria had finally discovered rapture, and she did it in the most beautiful way and with the most extraordinary being she would ever know.
Gariod, after his wolfish moan, dropped down beside her, barely out of breath, while she was so breathless she thought she'd never recover.
Her lover must have sensed it too, for he straightened up on top, regarding her with a worried look.
"Honey, are you all right?"
Diria managed to nod with a weak smile.
"I'm fine, don't worry about me."
"I'm not sure, but I'm not going to insist."
So lying down again, he took her in his arms and gently kissed her face.
At one point, the young woman, now a woman in every sense of the word, caught her breath, then let out a sigh of well-being and let herself go against Gariod, who soothed her as best he could.
Then she looked around and saw that they were in the middle of a shallow lake, surrounded by a forest of mist and flying creatures of all kinds.
"Where are we?" asked the young woman, admiringly.
"In the spring part of my kingdom.
"In the what?"
"The spring part."
She assimilated the information.
"So yesterday was which part…?"
"Summer, or autumn..." He squinted to find out, then shrugged, "I've never been able to tell the difference."
"But everything here is freezing."
"I love cold." he affirmed without needing to.
"I can hardly imagine what the winter part is like."
"Do you want to go?" he inquired, earnestly.
"No, not at all." she refuted before correcting, "I wanted to, maybe later."
He smiled at her and leaned over to kiss the back of her neck, biting it.
Diria bent to help him but soon moaned.
"Gariod, I'm cold!"
He let out a sound of surprise.
"Don't you like the cold?"
"Not as much as you do. But that's not the point. If I go on like this, I'll end up dying."
The sovereign wolf's expression was most amusing.
"It is possible to die of cold! Magical cold, yes, but this is natural cold!"
He was lying again but what for?
"I don't think so, no." she doubted as she observed the pure blue sky, the shallow, clear water and the forest teeming with life.
The master of the house considered her for a moment, then smiled.
"All right, I'll turn up the heat, but what's in it for me?"
He said his last words in a suggestive whisper, running an expert tongue over his mistress's swollen lips.
The latter parted her lip, invited him in and sucked his tongue with hers.