Dragoncrest Cliffs Carnelian

set for the 6th <3

she had not ignored the signs, they were present. though she was later in season this year than she was last year, portia knew it was coming. she felt it. her scent had shifted for sure, dio had made one or two comments, but today, oof. portia was full-blown in heat. and she was hot and bothered. god damn this leg. it was pretty healed, kind of, but she wasn't supposed to be putting pressure on it really. it was always going to be wonky now and she knew it-- nothing could be done. but she'd be damned if that was going to stop her from getting down and dirty with the man of her dreams.

surely @Dio hadn't gone too far... he must've smelled her for miles, and even if he'd gotten up for any of his duties, she knew he'd return. so, antsy, portia waited for her knight in shining armor to return home and-- god damnit-- take her.

He snaked through the trees at a decent clip because he definitely needed more matters to concern himself with. This one had been steadily building all week and he was on a wicked edge over it--now more than ever by the day with defense already paramount. But the wocha was impressive in his dedication in all things.. this chaotic feeling included. He got moving like every second away from right at home with her was wasted; it felt like it was the closer he went and the fresher the trail was, only riling him up further.

The gold Drakru didn't need to, but with his nose so full of such a sweet scent, he couldn't help but not--he pranced lightly along to reach her, tail and head up, and stride purposefully proud. Finally closing in only exaggerated it. In spotting her, alone too, he was many kinds of relief at first, as well as much more than that in the next instant. So keenly aware of what nature sang of, it made it difficult to want to waste any time. He took a greedily deep breath and swept in closer barring any further preamble except a wave of his own tail.

He had to be close to her--that much he couldn't wait any longer for, but he also had to be careful. Determinedly he didn't idle his thoughts on her leg more than that, as much as it still burned him that she had been hurt at all, let alone now. He arched his neck towards her with a series of low, questioning rumbles as he invited himself right into her space.

he returned! oh thank heavens, portia could hardly keep herself still. as soon as his figure appeared in the doorway portia whined, slowly and carefully moving towards him on her three good legs. he craned his neck to meet her and she forced herself beneath his chin, turning her own head to nip gently at his cheeks. "take me, please," she murmured softly. last year, perhaps, they pussyfooted around this... but portia was too antsy now to wait. he was here and, maybe she was handicapped, but this would be happening.

Her delicately three-legged gait only made him close in faster, not that he needed more motivation to duck in near to her to help bring them together all he could. With a soft whine of vague complaint (still half determined not to dwell on her injury, despite how impossible), he moved to eagerly drape his neck over her. His senses swam, burning, and dialed right up to maximum--protectiveness and lustiness whorled, and warred even, although this was not unfamiliar turf for him, or her even--just like they always would; greedily, he buried his nose in her soft, fragrant furs. All his, and now, all hers.

He could melt into her already, and while the words came soft, his ear turned accordingly with a low sultry rumble. Not about to disagree, because who would? and starting to not be able to with nothing in his nose except his wife's heat, he soon found he couldn't be near enough, so he snaked against her more, but even every inch between them only made him seek even more than that. "Well if please," he teased lightly, tail waving and eyes wandering the lengths of her. With her desire made so perfectly crystal clear, it made it all awfully easy on him--and here he had wished he had at least brought a proper dinner first, but there would be time for that later; he realized the frustration already wanting to edge its way in, too. After everything going on, he was reaching hungrily for distraction, and this one was very within his grasp.

Big enough to make short work of reaching over her should he want, he leaned chest first against her flank and went for more contact with some nuzzle-nips towards her neck and scruff, alternating his touches between gentleness and a hint of needy rough. Unsure of how exactly to maneuver beyond, leg considered (quietly--and ready to take her cue on that before moving forward any further, once sure it was hopefully all good), he tightened his jaw to refocus on not rushing with that to mind.

distracted enough by her own body, dio's touch only made it harder to focus on something as delicate as her leg. but portia made effort to shift all weight onto her other three legs, the other tucked up to her chest-- in case she went down, then at least it would be cushioned... maybe... it was hard to think right now, okay?? hop off.

small nips and caresses to her neck left portia waiting, and she couldn't bare to wait any longer. the teasing! oh the dread! soft whines escaped her maw, wordless pleas for him to continue. at this point, honestly, she'd break her other leg just to have this moment with her husband.

The wocha would not make her wait any longer. Her every move, every pleading whine, had him riled right to the point of caution's absence.. and effortlessly enough. With a low rumble from the back of his throat, he kept his movement forward and touches purposeful--experienced, too, as he teased only a moment more--nips, licks, all he could reach, all before he gathered himself to bring them together.

His senses reeled and he grasped through, though soon found the best balance to indulge in what he had to do--for Portia, for himself, and for what may come, weeks from now or even later tonight. Suddenly, there was far more to consider, yet all he could think of was her and everything she was to him as he breathed deep her heady season's perfume. He set his easily encouraged pace, but took his wife's cues; mindful, but a pent up tempest of strung too tightly lately, he had to focus on her first of all for the good of it all, honestly--Until it was said and done, even just for now, he couldn't bear to be apart from her.