Had he understood how very well he had been deceived within these moments he would surely have been less content with his victory, the water lapping about him still seeming to distress him entirely until his lips find her own, that hunger and need stirred within him, made all the more potent by her powers assures his mind is near given to abandon any fears of drowning as the heat and softness of her feminine form seem to overwhelm him entirely- a drug he has near come to crave and been denied for so very long in her absence. He has become used to her hands upon his lithe and toned frame, been conditioned over time to accept her touch wherever she may desire to place it and as such he remains oblivious to her ulterior motive as her fingers graze over his back and sides, dust and dirt washed so readily away beneath her cleaning touch as he remains entirely focused on satisfying his own desires now. Teeth find purchase in her neck once more, trailing lower and onto her collar bone before moving again lower still as he holds her against him, hands leaving bruising marks upon her sides and hips. A feral growl catches within his throat once more, much of his frustration taken out upon the unfortunate dress, ripping it from her piece by piece, this mating session hardly different from so many of their previous 'games', as forceful and ferocious and fierce as always. Her fingers move to rake within those thick locks of ebony hair, streaking water though the tousled strands with every stoke, pulling and tugging at it with her own animalistic urges though Tobias is hardly given to care, the pain of her nails down his back and sides blending entirely into the sensation of pleasure alone, each content to use the other for the release they both seem to crave.

He moves to pull away from her at last some time later, body entirely spent and sated now as a sigh of sorts manages to free itself from his throat, the wet and somewhat bloodied boy pausing long enough to shake himself in a dog-like manner, a bizarre gesture in his human form, the scars and bite marks upon him already beginning to heal and yet this is a pleasurable pain he has come to accept willingly as he moves almost lazily to stumble back onto the bank. Dark eyes turn back towards the woman, making sure Nadya is following him from the river as he stretches, a purr of satisfaction caught within his throat as he moves to very near collapse upon the bank. He is finally and at last content, exhausted and yet sated, his frustration and agitation finally having found a release, the boy given to a rare and beautiful moment of calm now as his naked form stretches out easily within the sun and atop the grass, waiting for Nadya to join him, seemingly oblivious to his utterly clean form. His naturally tanned skin is perfectly and finally clean, wild black very near obsidian in it's newly washed state- the boy assured of his own victory, fortunately having failed to see the...sneakiness within Nadya's plan to clean him. Without the distraction of the woman however, drying himself thoroughly has now become his goal, the boy determined to remove any excess water as he stretches out within the sun in an effort to dry himself.

He waits for the woman to find a place beside him and atop the grass, animal instinct a powerful thing, his form filled now with an entirely different set of hormones that seem to sooth so much of his volatile nature and a demand a....closeness of sorts with his 'game' partner, content to allow himself to lie against her, their pack bond entirely renewed once more, forged just as powerfully as if it had never been broken, this remaining afterglow of sorts seeming to afford the boy a truly rarely seen state of...affection. Another purr rolls within his throat, moving to bite playfully at her ear should she rest beside him, pressing close against her as nature seems to demand in this moment before he seems undecided as to whether or not he desires to sleep...or eat, so much food within his reach.

"Do not....leave me...again I do not....like it when you are...gone and it makes Tetra...upset."

He has perhaps, forever and always, been Tetradore's protector, seeming to find intense displeasure in anything that is given to even mildly irritate his brother and Leader. After all, he cannot understand his own emotions, nor perceive them entirely and as such is often given to mimic the emotional state of his Leader in some final attempt to...relate to the world around him. It is rarer perhaps, to offer his own....thought on such a matter, clearly displeased in Nadya's temporary abandonment for his own reasons though he is surely incapable of explaining them.

At least he has forgotten he was ever mad with her.

"I like it when...you smell...good."

Ever the romantic.

madness, as you know, is like gravity: all it takes is a little push