Wapun Meadow When her body's on mine I do not say no

@Inari

She was close to home, though her heat had not faded. She didn't dare return; the male wolves there were all family to her. She didn't dare imagine mating with any of them; her children would not be deformed because of it.

So she lingered in neutral territory, feeding herself on the slow moving rabbits she could catch. She stood over one such catch, in the middle of a less-than-substantial meal, unwilling to be picky. She was no hunter, but beggars couldn't be choosers. How truly did that saying apply to her now...

The spirit had found restful days in the shadow of the mountains, ones far greater than he'd known in perhaps several moons. Unsurprisingly, he couldn't remember when it had last been so, and now, he'd milled away his afternoons chasing easy prey, scavenging, and mending even now. It was slow, but the progress was moving forward. Being away had helped tremendously. Now, he only needed to decide where he would stand from here on out.

Hours spanned on and he'd done some roving about to explore his options after filling his belly. Almost pleasantly so, he'd gone on about his own devices for the length of the day so far -- until ranging across this open meadow, he found the scent that drew him in unknowingly. Perplexed, he'd already been approaching before he'd managed to consciously decide that was his best route, and a later realization noted the scent of a fresh kill too. Inari still moved in closer. He slowed once distance between them was eased away to mere body lengths. Those, he closed with a more careful approach and many unspoken questions in his green eyes as he took in sight of the pale-coated stranger. He did not know her. Nor how he was to be received as he, a perfect stranger, had appeared on her vicinity with her scent so very blaring. He craned his neck for a deeper breath, carefully looking to gauge the reaction.

She ate, even as the wolf approached. Her gaze flitted up to the wolf as a bone crunched in her maw. Her tail wagged behind her; she quickly finished her meal, raising her head to greet him with a smile.

Her tail wagging encouraged him enough, although he kept wide-eyes on her all over in silence, desperate questions of why and how. Circumstance, of course, but instinct ran alive in his veins and it was invested in this moment.

She'd finished her meal, he stayed silent. Her smile? Inari didn't know what to say. His tail wagged, curved subtly upward towards its end, although he was tentatively tense still. He went a little closer, now that her food was out of the picture for him and was quickly forgotten about -- smelling her distracted him easily, and made him start to circle around her with light, agile steps. He wanted to see more, do more.. His heart was already speeding up, especially now when he realized he hoped she'd continue to not shoo him off.

He paused for a moment, observing her, before he started to circle her. Potema wouldn't let him through so easily, not like her first. She moved away, squaring up to him, making sure he could not reach her rear. Her body shifted into a play bow, her tail high and wriggling in the air as she teased him. He would have to prove he was as worthy as the others first.

Highly responsive to her movements, he perked and watched with rapt interest. When she sunk to her play bow, he pounced forward first and nipped the air nearest her in the next breath as it came to him in a rush. His tail waved too, mirroring her tempo as he did, and he was primed to take her next cues. He was keen to stay light on his feet, a delicate dance but one he was eager to participate in nevertheless. The aches of covering miles seemed further than ever before and his cares in the world fell away. There was just more he could understand in motion.

In only beginning to curve around her again, he did so just subtly and nipped towards her shoulder this time with a playful growl -- just barely above a whisper. His tail continued to whip, and he fought to urge to pull in close to her immediately.

He responded to her with a furious wag of his tail. She longed for him, though less so than she did her first and second; her heat was waning. But she wanted him nonetheless, responding to his gentle nip with a quick lick on his muzzle. She turned, moving away from him but not as far as she was before, her tail still curved over her back, letting her scent fill the air.

He'll play, but the rules are in her paws. Inari's so easily caught in her allure, and she holds the key to this interaction as he already walks his thin line. His head swims and he can feel instinct breathing down his neck with ever exhale he makes too. He tries to move after her, watching carefully after she'd licked his muzzle, but found she did not go far. He helped keep the distance tight very easily.

Softly, he panted already and every breath is intoxicating. He pulls his chest even to her hips, then stretches his neck to nip at her back -- on her rump above her tail, unless she moved away from him. Everything, down to the blood rushing in his ears, told him he was getting close to the next step forward should he see it through. He may have been a little unfamiliar with her individual protocol on the matter, but he would proceed, should she let it go. He knew he liked the warmth and the tease of the carnal hunger at its most basic, even with the feeling of fire in his belly growing.

She lets him have little victories, gradually and gradually giving him more and more. Her breath was shallow, and she enjoyed the lightheadedness that overtook her — it wasn't entirely unpleasant after all. His brief touches excited her, encouraging her to reciprocate with gentle licks and nips of her own, slowly extending the amount of time their bodies touched, whether she was instigating or he. Eventually she rolled onto her back, splaying her legs, still nipping and pawing at him when he approached, but less animate now.

He felt the give and the take, the subtle undertones, and the cues that keep the warmth between their contact sparked for longer and longer each time. It seemed otherworldly, and downright easy to become so overwhelmed. But here in the ether, he felt he might find his comfort. Maybe a little ways outside of his mind, he'd do just fine.

Inari watched her shift, moving down onto her back, with wide eyes and hot, panting breaths. She lured him forward, perhaps unknowingly, and he aimed for small licks and nips up and down her belly and chest in response. When she returned them, he'd not put much effort into dodging them or her reach. Her touches, however foreign, lit up his senses and he was craving more still. Bravely, he stayed closer when nipping up near her chest then moved to put one of his paws on her opposite side, straddling her if she let him. To distract, or maybe encourage, he reached his nips for her muzzle next and purled soft growls between his gestures.

She murmured softly as he lavished his attentions on her stomach and chest. She reciprocated for brief moments, mostly laying back and letting him do the work. He straddled her, and Potema let it happen, her head moving up to kiss his neck. She rolled onto her stomach, lining up perfectly underneath him, her hips pressing against his groin.

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She encouraged his generosity as he peppered the stark-white fur of her belly in his affections, and he was finding his bravery rewarded swiftly so that it may grow. Her touches returned onto him, and he shuddered even in their warmth. Tension wound up tight in the pale Rikudou's belly but he shifted his weight, uncomfortably bared so openly, brought into a new light by her scent and what her body asked of his -- how could he not be so spellbound?

When she moved too, and her body rubbed flush against him, he couldn't help the quiet gasp that slipped from his lips as everything practically fell into place. With her now curved so neatly beneath him, him but a few motions away from making it so, everything in him suddenly went rushing towards the one rampant need. He growled in the next breath, then lowered his chin down onto her spine as he only needed to adjust slightly to move to want to make his mark. Inari made himself comfortable gradually, slow, as he steadied his forelimbs on either side of her waist.

Her hips pressed needily against his own. She gasped, her breath coming short as the gap between them shrunk with the moment. She waited for him to initiate, everything resting on him now. It was frustrating, knowing her pleasure derivided from someone else who wouldn't work at her own pace, but she settled herself, forcing herself into patience.

When she offered only more encouragement in her motions (and curves and scent and all else), he brought them together with a quietly gasping breath and purposeful slide of his hips. He steadied himself swiftly next, testing slow at first to find the rhythm he sought, and once he was where he wanted, he began to chase that bizarre, instinctual culmination.

The ghost drug his muzzle, nipping occasionally, up towards her shoulders and nape and let himself drown in the sensation of all she was. Surrounded by her warmth and the musk of her season, she was far too easy to savor, and perhaps unfairly so to let him do so, Inari's face flushed as he continued on. He tempered his small pants by running his teeth through her furs, nibbling here and there as he moved and sought to drive them even closer with each snap of his hips. But, while his mind hung on the fringes, lost and strangely ablaze, his body stayed reactive and so very alive.

Finally when approaching his own pinnacle, he gripped her tightly with his legs and jaws at once and intended to finish strongly. Once it was done, he licked gently down her spine and slid himself off her back -- mindful of their tie, as he reminded himself with a wince. Still, every bit of him tingled, and he waited for a proper awareness to catch back up to him, as well as for his swelling to ease them free.

There was a brief moment of waiting, of patience, and then they were joined. Potema celebrated their union with a gasp, her breaths short and quick with his rhythm. There was a flurry of noises she made; whimpers, whines, moans and gasps until it finally culminated with a final shudder as he finished.

And then came the awkward brief moments with the tie. She supposed had she known the wolf or even loved him that it would not be as quiet, or as awkward. But she laid there, body still recovering as the pale wolf slid off her back, licking her chops contently, waiting for what he had to say, if anything at all.

He was comfortable in the silence, although not able to know if she shared this sentiment or not. Inari made a quiet little noise now and then, shifting subtly until he came entirely free. He stepped delicately after, steadying himself beside her. He moved to nose her cheek, then lick beneath her chin in reverence. Having sought and chased his high then release, he wondered of what was to come for her, and where she would go from here.

Was her home near? Were they prepared to potentially support offspring? Or would they have no future should they even exist? Had she other males? Other plans? Inari could not, and would not know. For all he could believe, it was in her control what became of this. If this was to be their end, he understood and postured himself at her mercy. He felt that temptation to stay longer, attempt to copulate again, and increase his odds with her future offspring -- but he'd take the hint should she make for a leave. She surely had some entirely life somewhere else but here roving the wilds like him.