she was like a ghost, drifting in no particular direction, but instead, ever onward, as the drugs and the euphoria spurned her to pass into the Great Bear Wilderness, though she was not aware of the fact that she had drifted as far as she had from her home. the snow was deep, here, though she paid to it no mind, and her thoughts moved often to the time with the one-eyed man, and the gradual understanding that perhaps that was what she was chasing.
a creek. the snow was not as deep, here, and as she bent her muzzle to drink deeply, the cold cutting a path down her throat. she lifted from the stream her muzzle and closed her eyes, liquid dripping from her muzzle, delighting in the way she seemed to sway on her paws, a song playing lightly in her mind.
Of course he left. Nico did hold a trade in Scouting, and so it shouldn't come to anyone's surprise that even in this extreme weather, the soldier had decided to oblige to his unsatiable wanderlust and venture out of Broken Antler Fern into the unknowns of Great Bear Wilderness, a place he didn't recall ever exploring. Though, of course, he could be wrong. These days, the soldier didn't remember much from his mundane travels; he supposed that Sargent had stolen even those little moments of happiness from him.
It didn't matter. He was going to make new ones now. It was a shame that Aero wasn't with him, but then again, this was some insane weather and he hoped she was being sensible and sheltering somewhere warm. Nico's train of thought was however, interrupted when a scent caught his attention. Enthralled, he quickened his pace and ventured closer and closer until he could see her. She was greyscalae and quite beautiful, though that was not what caught his attention. Rather, it was the enticing smell that she was giving off.
He too, drank from the stream, then, sending her one of his notoriously charming smiles, he dipped his head in greeting. "Hello," Nico spoke in his lilting accent. "Terrible weather, is it not?" He didn't care about the weather, but he wanted to know what kind of mood she was currently in, though soon, that too would be forgotten.
and then, there was another. she glanced at him without fear as he drank from the stream, a smile playing on her lips. she watched him carefully, and when he spoke, rather neutrally, did she answer with a rather simple "yes" but it was hardly the weather she was interested in, for the night was growing old, and she did not know if the magic would last until the light.
"but the night, it is beautiful" she added, looking to him, moving closer with a smile on her muzzle. she wanted to know what, exactly, where this male's intentions, and whether he wished to share this night. for though it had begun fitefully and uneasily, she gained confidence and freedom of desire as she was swpet along in the euphoria of the seeds, in this night that was not quite reality, or so it seemed.
She replied simply and Nico canted his head, a curious smile spreading across his lips. It was clear she was not interested in small talk, and truth to be told, neither was he, so when she said something about the night being beautiful and moved closer to him, he smiled as well. "Indeed, it is," the male said softly, advancing slowly towards her as well, though in the least intimidating way he possibly could. He knew, somewhere inside him, that this was wrong, that he shouldn't be doing whatever he was doing, but he was too lost to care.
He stopped half a feet away from her, a coy, inviting smile on his lips. "It is a beautiful night to be both alone and together," Nico spoke softly, "but it doesn't have to be a lonely one."
she quite liked this male, she decided rather quickly. His word brought a sly smile to her face, feeling the swaying again, even though she was still. He approached her as she did him, stopping a short distance away. His words were enthralling, and she imagined a music to them, one that had her step closer. She tilted her head in the slightest, adding only, "No. This, is a night to be shared."
hher words of agreement were delivered with a smile, and a moment later she moved, brushing against his side and inhaling his scent, emerald orbs glinting in the lightening darkness, watching him and wondering if this encounter would turn out much like the last.
The slow smile grew wider on his lips, and a twinkle entered his gleaming apple green gaze. "Yes," he agreed softly, "it is a night to be shared." He moved forward a second after she did, and as she brushed against his side, he pressed lightly against her and inhaled deeply, her enticing scent pushing all rational thoughts aside. Later, Nico knew he would undoubtedly regret this, but right now, those concerns were the last thing on his mind. Right now, all that mattered was this she-wolf in front of him and nothing else.
His nose trailed over the fur on her flank and quietly, if she allowed him to do so, he began preening the guard hairs that peppered her back and slowly, sensually, began moving down the length of her spine, tongue flickering out to groom the tufts of fur until soon, he stood very nearly behind her. There, Nico let out a soft chuff.
she was still, silent, as gently the other moved down her spine, eyes slitted and glazed. should another have encountered her, one from her home, it would be obvious that something was not as it should be. for her stance lacked it's usual grace and keen awareness, and the piercing intelligence in her gaze was faded and missing. and, were she fully in control of her mind, she would not have been here, of all places.
but here she was, and knowing what was to come nest, her tail lashed twice before shifting to the side, a low growl slipping from betwixt her jaws, not one of anger but a wordless sign that he may continue.
She was silent as he continued with his ministrations and in the current state he was in, intoxicated on the enticing scent she was giving off, he took her silence as acceptance and continued on. Nico stopped when she reached her behind, his mind still clear enough to silently ask for her permission. A low growl slipped from her jaw and her tail shifted to a side, giving a clear sign that he was welcome to continue. Immediately, gracefully, he mounted her, jaws closing gently on her scruff.
Keeping most of his weight on his rear legs, he positioned himself and with one swift thrust, he slid inside . For a slow, tantalising moment, the soldier stayed still, then steadily, he began to move his hips. At first, he remained gentle but soon, his movements became rougher and quicker, soft grunts escaping his lips every once in a while.
he mounted her without delay, and for a slow, tantalizing moment, they were connected and nothing more. but then the male begun to move, and with him did she, matching his every action with one of her own. gradually her movements increased in speed, until they were both fully engaged in a wild dance, intwind, and the woman felt it hard to tell were one ended and another began. sounds escaped her muzzle, of pleasure and joy, heart soaring as she was entangled in this dance without thought for anything other than this. pure bliss raced through her veins, her eyes slitted with pleasure.
She moved with him. The two of them who were complete strangers, yet were sharing such an intimate act, dancing such an intimate dance. He missed this, Nico realised with a start through the muddled haze of the pleasure that was slowly consuming him. He missed this feeling, this euphoria; it'd been too long since he last danced this dance with either gender and now, he craved it with all his being. So, Nico's thrusts grew wilder and soon, he was riding out his climax, breaths coming out harshly, eyes closed as pleasure overwhelmed him.
For a moment, all the soldier felt was pure euphoria and as he slumped on her back, he felt himself swell within her. Nico rested his chin lightly on her back, quietly recovering. He made sure to rest most of his weight on his hind legs as to not over burden her, and nuzzled her scruff sweetly.