It did not take long for the pitch male to tell he was well received. All it took for this lass was a simple greeting in his low voice to perk her ears up, get her emerald gaze, and even begin to form a smile on her lips, all before he began to flirt. After he gave his compliment, a giggle left her maw followed by words. ”Oh thank you Crowe. My name is Echo.” Crowe smiled. ”Lovely name for such a lovely lass.” He spoke as he watched her tilt her head and analyze his wings. This was when he took the time to mention their soul-tie, to which she responded ”I think you might be right, Crowe.” as she began to circle him, letting her white tipped tail brush along his shoulders.

Alright, she knew what she was doing. At this point, Crowe’s dark eyes matched her seductive gaze she gave as she continued to circle and continued to speak, teaching him about the soulmate tie. "It's a soulmate tie, meant to connect those who the universe thinks are fated for each other." So he was right on the money. Good. He felt such a pull to this lass, one he had not felt before. Crowe seductively smiled, knowing the tricks she was using too to grab his attention, and out of all his other experiences, this was the best by far. Not because of little resistance, no, but rather, it was the fact that the two of them had flirty banter come easily, and at least what Crowe could sense, she had experience with this too – getting whomever she wanted.

When she stopped her circling, her plume still laid atop his shoulders, but now her head was near his as she spoke once again. "Wouldn't you like to claim me as yours? Surely before the other males try to claim such a magnificent enchantress of beautiful magic?" Crowe let out a deep, lusty growl along with his words. ”I think you already know what I want…” He spoke, standing up as she had positioned herself in front of him. His pheromones were wild, and so were hers as they wafted into his nares. It was at this time that he noticed an additional weight was placed on his head – one he would not get a good look at until later. On his head now lie a ram skull, encasing his pitch cranium, the horns of it dark like his fur and the bone of it cream in color – something Crowe could see at least from the inside of it. Echo’s next words, pleading, brought him away from the distraction and to the current situation at hand. "After all, we're destined to be together - Right Crowe? Take me."

His pitch eyes looked at Echo as she had turned her head back to meet his gaze. It was clear her desire was true, and by that stare, and her words earlier, that was consent. Despite being a man of many ladies, he always looked for consent before laying with a woman. That’s one thing he wanted to make sure of in Amaya, that females had autonomy over their bodies. ”Such a needy tease…” He cooed, a seductive smirk rising on his maw as he rubbed his head along her back leg, likely making her impatient and wanting her desires filled sooner. He then moved quickly, mounting her and whispering words into her audit, letting the deep tone of his voice shake her core. ”You see…I am too.”

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Crowe slowly dismounted Echo, then slowly moving to her side. Although that session was lengthy and plenty pleasurable, he wanted more from her. Wanted to be around her more than any other female he had laid with in the past. He nuzzled behind her ear, whispering in his low, bass voice, once again. ”God, Echo, that was magical.” He immediately chuckled after he made the pun, given that he used that as his hook line and sinker for his flirt and ultimately their mating. Whether she remained standing, sat, or laid down, Crowe would do the same and have his body touch hers, that is, if she allowed it. He’d also wrap his wing around her body if she would allow that too.

Whatever position they were in, he’d turn his head and attempt to meet her emerald eyes. To lighten the situation with his sudden new bloodline, he popped a joke - ”So, Echo, did my new headpiece turn you off, or did it just help you out more?” He laughed again, hoping she would find it funny too. ”In all seriousness though, what is it that I have on my head now? I can’t tell.” He did not want to drop the pack bomb yet – that is, invite her to Amaya. That would potentially rush things too much, and maybe scare her away. But this attachment the pitch brute felt to her was like no other, she was addictive.

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