Wanting to explore a little more, Miyako ventured from the glen and back east, toward the plains. Just south of the forest she had met Liffey was a great lake, vast and blue. She spent a time padding along its banks, trying to snare fish and catching a couple. Her stomach at least satiated by the presence of food, she continued on in a slight daze, enjoying the crisp fall day and the autumn sun on her pelt.
Maybe an hour or so later, she came across another. He was tall and dark, and had a stare that suggested he wasn't looking at the physical reality before him but was instead trapped in some horrific memory. Feeling empathy--she had gone into many such states since losing half her family--she trotted up to him, announcing her arrival with a low chuff.
"Hi, there," Miyako greeted quietly, giving him a gentle look. "You doing okay?" Upon closer inspection, he was handsome yet marked with physical and emotional turmoil, scarred on his face from battle, his amber eyes sad. She sat down next to him, and, almost instinctively, pressed her muzzle to his shoulder, trying to give him some sort of comfort.
She sensed he wasn't telling the complete truth, but let it slide. She had often pressed her siblings when they were struggling with something, and they had always lashed back. Wounded hearts didn't need more pressure. They just needed someone to help apply the poultice.
Miyako felt herself flush with warmth at his next words. "I'll take that as a compliment," she teased, giving him a bright grin. "I know my days always get better when I get to hang around a handsome guy like you."
Poking a paw idly into the cool water, she asked, "Are you from around here, or just passing through? I'm pretty new here, so I don't know all the faces yet."
He was alone. Yet he smelled of others, some scents fainter, some scents quite pungent. And she couldn't shake the fact that sadness covered his aura like a shroud, masking his true self from the world, acting as a shield against anything that hit him next. Still, she did not press the issue.
"I don't think I've been over to the plateau, yet," Miyako said, looking to where he had gestured. "Maybe I'll go visit sometime."
She flicked her tail in greeting. "I'm Miyako, by the way." Tilting her head, she surveyed him with fascination, letting her gaze linger upon the strong, bold cut of his body and his eyes, which glowed like embers.
"You know, you kinda look like my first mate," she observed. Or like everyone else you've ever crushed on, silly, she noted. Strong and black-furred, the look of a warrior about him. She liked them big and dark. A thought of her enounters with Varick popped unexpectedly into her mind, and she shooed it away like a fly, a twitch of her ear the only outward sign of her inner thoughts.
"Howl," she echoed, curling her tail around her front paws. It was cold near the lakeshore, and her pads were beginning to feel the chill. "Nice to meet you."
He asked about the comment she had made, and she laughed. "Well, I like my men like the night," Miyako teased. She gave him a very direct look, amber into ember. "Dark and immense."
Miyako lifted herself to her feet and drew closer to Howl, beginning to circle him, letting the tip of her tail brush feather-light against his shoulders and haunches. "Big, dark warrior wolves," she murmured, her voice losing its giggle and becoming serious, pitched low. "Not afraid to pick a fight."
She stopped circling and stood by his side, bringing her muzzle close to his ear and whispering, "I can't resist guys like you."
She had no idea why she was being so forward. Something had come over her suddenly, something raw and hungry. She wasn't in heat, she wasn't looking for puppies or a mate. She barely knew this guy. But the unmistakable feeling of lust rose up in her, and try as she might to push it down it would not cease.
A shiver ran through her, traveling from nose to tail in a split second, as his mouth found her neck. She had not been this intimate with any man in a few months, not since meeting that guy near the mountains a couple weeks before her father died and shit went down. She had not noticed the absence of lust in her life, and yet, now presented with it, craved it, yearned for it.
It was like hunger. Something staved off for a long while, yet after one bite you desired the entire carcass.
Miyako moaned, a sound lodged deep in her throat, and ran her muzzle down the crest of his neck and the bulk of his chest, letting her teeth gently graze him. She barely knew Howl, didn't even know what he was like, and yet she wanted nothing more for him to possess her, at least for this one afternoon.
"Oh, damn," she whispered, her voice caught between a sigh and a laugh. "Look at us getting into trouble."
Oh, so it was like that. Yet another intriguing characteristic for Miyako--a man who took charge. So often she had found herself the one who had to spur things on, and it just got exhausting after a while, being the dominant individual constantly.
"Yes, sir," she chuckled, her mouth quirking in a wry smile. She lowered herself down, down, so that Howl was looming above her, shadowing the afternoon sun from her view. Her chin lifted, her neck bared and accepting his kisses and caresses.
Part of her felt incredibly wary in this situation, but the other part recognized that this vulnerability was what made it so intoxicating, so delicious. Her eyes narrowed to slits, keeping the dark male in her vision yet surrending herself to the feelings that would come shortly.
"This is just a fuck, right?" she asked softly, looking up at him. "Nothing serious?"
The thought flitted through her mind, as it sometimes did in these situations, if she might be making a mistake. It had been an awfully long time since she had gotten laid. This little encounter was about pure impulse. It wasn't pregnancy that made her anxious--she was obviously not in heat--but something else, something cerebral. Spiritual, even.
But doubts scattered like ripples in a pool as his mouth reached the right place, leaving her brain devoid of all rational thought. She let out another low, humming moan, not quite rumbling enough to be a growl. And closed her eyes.
"You sure know how to treat a lady," she muttered, her voice stolen along with most of her breath. One paw, in the air near her ear, twitched in time with the throbbing of her desire.
The moment of truth. Blinking softly, her eyes sultry, Miyako rolled over and rose to her feet, feeling his dark presence loom behind her.
But why do this with no intention of conception? The tiny little rational voice in her head chirped away, feeding her little bits of advice and platitudes as it always did in complicated situations. She ignored it as she swept her tail to the side, waiting for his embrace.
There was nothing to lose. She would never get attached to this man, and would likely never see him again. It was a hook-up. Only a tryst.
There was some pain, naturally. It had been a little while. And the male was eager to get on with getting it on, so Miyako steadied her legs and bore the brunt of his thrusts, waiting for the moment where discomfort blossomed into pleasure.
It happened quicker than she anticipated, and she found her eyelids fluttering with the sensation, a sigh leaving her lips. She felt his teeth sink into her nape and rumbled deep in her throat, a sound not of protest, but instead satisfaction.
"You don't fuck around," she growled, letting out a breathy "Fuck!" at a particularly hard thrust.
so sorry this is so late :/
This wasn't going to take long; Miyako could feel the male's muscles start to tense for eventual release. For her own part, she stood firm and strong, meeting each of his blows with quiet determination. Her own pleasure had already reached a crescendo. Now she was playing the waiting game.
He was rough, and immediate--here. His weight on her back kept her firmly tethered to reality, despite the sensations he had created within.
She had forgotten how nice it was to be with a man. It didn't matter that it was a man she barely knew. Fuck, in all the excitement she had sort of forgotten his own name. But she knew his body--and that was enough, for now.