Golden Glade [M]agnolia

@Alder. Dated before Baby's Breath. Dated for 10.30.2016.

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Tail tucked, ears perked, Honey kept a slow strut through the land. She was verging on pack territory, though she tried her best to keep distance from the border. The farther away she was from others, the better, and she didn't want to risk being caught in such a fragile state. Honey's hour of estrus had begun, and despite her size, she had little to no defense against any unsolicited interactions.
That being said, only time would tell if she'd actually want to defend herself.
Honey took care to skip over dead foliage, for the silence and the dark had become her only allies. If she could only find shelter, somewhere to hide until this was over, it would be okay, but shelter was hard to come across and suitors were everywhere.

Alder was on one of his brief breaks from the tunnels - this time, it was a patrol - when the scent called to him. A whine broke through his throat and tumbled from his jaws, but he turned without a single thought to the woman and hared off her way - she was very, very close to the Court, and somehow in the rulers mind that made her his.

It wasn't long before he galloped into sight - tail curled high over his back in dominance, ears cupped forward, but his maw already curling into a confident grin. His one blue eye was bright, but overly focused on her - the hormones already had him ensnared, and his voice came out in a low, purring and even friendly rumble.  

                   "You're walking the borders of my land."

Startled by the male's sudden appearance, Honey stepped back quietly. She knew why he was here; what he was looking for, creating an internal conflict. She could give herself to him - something she wasn't as against as she initially thought she would be - or she could leave him, though that seemed much less rational a thought. Honey sucked in a breath and slowly loosened the strain on her tail so that it hung behind her, free in the breeze. 
I didn't mean to cause any problems, she responded, taking back a step that she'd retracted in retreat. One followed the other until she'd half-circled the male. His words echoed through his ears, just louder than her heartbeat which pounded against her ear drums. Honey smiled sweetly, before beginning to slowly curl her tail above her back. They call me Honey, and you are? I don't see why we can't get to know each other a bit.
Though she shook within, her appearance remained composed. She'd learned before that sometimes giving in was easier than fighting, so if she was what he wanted, then it was she who he would get.

Alder was pleased when she stepped back - silent, watching with lustfilled eyes - and allowed her to begin circling. When she neared the borders, his lips curled, and he stepped forward; reaching forward, his muzzle neared her and breathed in her scent - a shudder ran through his body, and before he answered her, the King was nudging her away. 
 
                            "Alder - this way, Honey. We can get to know each other somewhere else." 

He knew better than to take a female in heat right there in the open, and he didn't want his wolves finding him - the only option was to take her out further.

Instinct told her to run, common sense told her to stay. Other than his name, Honey knew nothing about Alder, nor did she know what he could've been capable of. So she smiled kindly at his nudges and whined quietly, licking lightly at the fur around his neck. Slowly, she'd begun to warm up to the conditions - both hers and Alder's.
Lead the way, Honey whispered into his ear, though she made sure to take a step back afterwards. Wherever he was taking her, she supposed she wouldn't mind, for all things that started in this fashion had the same end result.

The ruler of Golden Glade knew nothing of the woman's internal conflict - he only heard her whisper of approval, and only after relishing in the attentions of the stranger did he lead them away. 

He only stopped when he could no longer smell his borders - the basin wasn't far, but this was far enough.... Turning to her, he wasn't shy in leaning close, sending gentle nips to sensitive spots of her body - ears, neck, scruff, spine - whatever he could reach, really.

Soon after they'd stopped their travels, Alder began teasing with Honey's state, nipping at her seductively. She whined and rumbled with excitement, curling her tail around his side in an effort to slink about in the rhythm of his song. She made sure to expose every part of herself to him, to guide him in his endeavor, sharing with him her wants, her needs. 
Finally, Honey took the initiative and in a low, purposeful voice, she spoke. I'm ready. She turned away from him with her tail high and to the side, exposing herself to him. Knowing that it was too late to turn back (not that she much wanted to at this point, anyway) she waited patiently for Alder to steal back the lead and further, his control.

This time, when he came for her, she was not as hesitant - she twisted, turned, and rubbed against him, stealing the control he didn't fight hard for. His teeth ran along her spine, nipped at her thighs, scraped her shoulders, poked at her belly, but Alder was pleased to just sit there and aim the gentle bites; the tides turned when she faced away from him, shifting her tail and revealing herself to him. The multicolored man loosed a lustful growl, only pausing to plant a few sloppy licks to her backside before wrapping his forelegs around her waist. He wasn't shy in claiming his prize, lining up their hips and beginning their dance without a hitch - the King wasn't exactly gentle, especially as he reached forward to nip at her scruff again. These were rougher, needy - if he should succeed in grabbing on, there would be no more restraint. Her hormones had already clouded his mind and rational thoughts, and the pleasure wracking his body no was no easier to ignore.

His approach was immediate. Honey gasped in response - a pleasure driven sound as he grabbed and nipped at her scruff. With each thrust of his hips, she moved in tune, keeping the rhythm constant and flowing. She smiled and from the side her mouth came a provocative laugh, her head turned just enough for her eye to meet Alder's. 
Whines, growls, rumbles of ecstasy all escaped her maw and into the darkness as their bond drew closer. Nothing else mattered in the moment - it was set to simply them and the night, the dying warmth of summer as their only witness.

Her gasp only spurred his thrusts, increasing his own pleasure and in turn hers - her laugh was contagious, it seemed, as his own chuckle rumbled through his chest. They rocked against each other for a long couple of minutes, but just as the man felt his hind legs begin to quiver, the waves of electric joy shot to his core: Alder gave one last, tying, thrust with a moan of both pleasure and lust before twisting around. Despite being tied together, he would not make her bear his weight any longer than she had to - as upset as he was that the act was over, the break from hormones and such gave him time to think; and to feel bad. It'd happened again - his tally was up to three now, cheating on Aspen, and though each one drove a knife of guilt into his ribs, he knew she could only know about the one.

As Alder reached his own moment of ecstasy, Honey did the same, her exasperation matching his. Immediately after, he moved himself from atop of her though stood still, bounded by the knot. She began to disconnect, mentally, as she realized what she'd done. She'd let him take her. A stranger. She was disgusted. 
Honey couldn't bare to look at him. She was filthy, tainted. And he'd done it. That being said, she was a woman of knowledge and knew he hadn't done it alone. It was her fault for even letting him get this close.
Once they were finished, she would leave and wouldn't look back. She would be out of his life and Honey hoped the act would be mutual. For now though, she was stuck in the rut.

She, like him, was silent - was she in a place like he was? Did she have a mate? Twisting and giving a gentle lick to her flank, he could scent nobody on her that had become a part of her, that was around long enough to mingle scents. 
When he realized she wouldn't look at him, he chuffed softly, in question. Suddenly thankful for the uncomfortable knot that tied them, Alder took the time he had to talk to her. 

                             "So.... Where're you from? I'm sorry if I've fucked things up but.... Well, if you aren't far I'd like to give you the help you deserve."

He didn't realize that this might not even take: even if she was in heat, that didn't mean there was no chance he wouldn't be a father again. In his mind, she already was expecting his children, and unlike with the pack woman, he felt obliged to help. The Court, however, was full - even if he wanted to tell Aspen, there was no room for another litter, not after Eden gave birth.

Just hearing his voice made her struggle all the more real. Though Honey choked back her emotions, she could feel them nipping at her from within. You didn't...you didn't mess anything up. All she wanted now was for their tie to be broken; to be able to go off on her own once again. North. You? Though her responses were short, she tried to keep them from being curt. With her final word, she turned and looked at him from the side but quickly turned away and back to her paws. Time kept ticking, just not fast enough.

Alder could feel her tension, and it hurt - even her denial he couldn't believe. Her words were as short and clipped as the responses themselves, and the King sighed. 

                       "Look, I want to help - try to join one of the packs around here, and if you are, I'll provide."

It was then their bond broke; Alder slipped free of Honey, but as much as he jsut wanted to sink to the ground and nap, he forced himself to turn to her and reach out gently.

Once they were separated, Alder chose to reach out, and though her initial reaction was to step back from his grasp, she reached in and allowed the affection. Thank you but I should go Honey whispered, and then she was gone just as soon as she'd appeared.