The further we walked inside more beauty laid about ready to be appreciated. I drank it all in with every breath I took engraving it within my mind.
“A lake?” I ask him as we stop by the calm waters. Did we walk all this way to see a lake?
“Remove your clothes, Lumina.” He instructs hand reaching behind removing the shirt in one pull off his body. He pulls down the zipper to his baby blue jeans as I watch him dumbfounded.
No explanation again but I pay heed to his words removing my clothes keeping my undergarments on. My breath hitches as he pulls down his boxers standing completely bare in front of me.
As his eyes meet mine he says, “Bare yourself completely, Lumina.” With a curt nod, my fingers unhook my bra allowing the straps to fall down my shoulders. My panties go next and I stand still in front of him.
My eyes find his chest, the hard muscles that paint it. The soft pink nipples perking up to my gaze as well as the hard ridges upon his stomach showing years of physical work. Trained to perfection. His body is everything a female dreams of.
Bending down digging into his jeans back pocket removing a small golden round container. He quickly opens the lid giving me the view of a black filling. It isn’t powder but like the texture of paint. Understanding looms within me, it is charcoal paint. Taking a step closer to me he dips his fingers in taking it upon his fingers.
“I was trained to do this for when my female becomes pregnant. It is our tradition.” He says as he begins to apply the paint upon my body starting below my eyes, down to the bridge of my nose above my lips. After he is done with my features, the paint is spread all over my face.
“This place has been kept within the holds of my family for so many years. My father brought my mother here the second she said she was pregnant and performed this ritual.” He continues.
He dips his fingers in and begins to cover my neck whilst my mark sizzles as it sucks up the paint. My breasts are next but he applies it with a struggle, his hand often twitching trying to control the urge that rises within him. Eyes focusing on covering every inch of my flesh.
“Will you apply this all over my flesh?” I question gazing down at his stained hands that is painting me like a canvas.
“Yes.” He answers whilst staining my stomach black. “Sit, Lumina.” He says and I immediately sit waiting for his next instruction.
Biting my lower lip I watch my male turning me into a piece of art. “Spread your legs.” He says finally meeting my eyes.
My body trembling thighs shaking I spread them apart slowly clutching the grass beneath my fingertips. He rubs the paint within his palms and starts from my inner thighs. I take a deep breath in caging my moans of pleasure at the base of my throat and so does he doing his best not to look at what is seducing him.
It is hard not to get excited by such slow caresses. It affects me just as much as it affects him. But he keeps himself in check never wavering from the process. It takes some more time until he is finally done with it.
I am standing up facing him whilst he throws the empty container upon the grass floor. Taking a step towards me he bends hands under my thighs and lifts me with ease so my arms are around his shoulder head placed upon his chest.
He takes small steps towards the lake and I sway in his arms. His feet enter first into the calm water and he continues to stride deeper until I am half submerged within it.
“Breathe with me, Lumina.” He whispers looking down into my eyes. When he inhales a breath so do I. He immediately bends submerging my entire body into the water without warning. Keeping me there for a few seconds he lifts me back up.
I come up with a gasp looking at him through blurry vision my hair drenched body shivering. “Again.” He says and I follow his breathing pattern once more before he takes me slowly deep into the water.
This time I am under for a few more seconds, I can see him watching me from beneath the water his gaze gentle, fulfilled, and happy.
I hold my breath for a little while and he immediately brings me back. If I were a wolf who didn’t know to swim this would have been a very difficult task for me.
He slowly lets me go so I can stand on my own. Cupping some water into his hands he pours it softly upon my head allowing it to trail down my face. He does it one more time his eyes sparking up with joy.
I look down at myself, the black paint washed away. “You are reborn.” He says and I startle looking up at him. “You are not an ordinary female anymore, you are not just a mate. You will birth a pup greatest of all. Your darkness, fears, faults, and past scars are washed away. Now, you are only left with light. Share that light with our pup and I will share with you mine.” He says. From the way he spoke it I knew he had to learn these words by heart. Words that were taught over and over as a pup until he could say it on his own.
A soft smile graces my lips to his words. “My light.” He whispers nuzzling into my cheek forehead placed upon mine.
“The word happiness cannot even be used to describe what I feel at this moment. It is surging above clouds, Lumina. Thank you. Thank you for filling the void in my soul and making me whole.” He whispers.
“My male,” I utter tears brimming within my eyes to his words that sink into my soul.
His palm goes below water as he places it upon my stomach. A soft smile on his lips as he looks at the flesh eyes shining.
“Nine months, Lumina. Nine months until I can hold our pup in my arms.” He whispers biting his lower lip to stop its quiver.