Blackfeather Woods where nameless things live out of sight

The event would've gone swimmingly had they both been ideal shapes and sizes, but it wasn't until the shadow lunged for his prize that Parvati got a glimpse of him.

Until now she had been so strung-out by her hormones and her need to play the courting games that she could not look at him, could not let herself fall for the supposedly handsome, hale creature that pursued her. She mewled for him, eager to participate and impatient for what was to come — and then in her periphery, she saw him lunge for her, and something made her pause. Perhaps it was the way the grey light of the woods gathered in his wide, eager eyes. Maybe it was the strange gait he possessed as he drew close, or the awkward angle of his body as he grabbed for her. Something about him was off, but the darkness obscured it.

Parvati gasped as she was pulled in to place, her body shuddering with want, while her brain began to kick in to gear again; the lust competed against her self, but there was no time to second-guess or to react. Soon his grunting filled the blackened copse and her mind shut off again, feeling the fire building and burning inside of her as he struggled. It would be a success for the boy, as he reached his end and stabbed triumphantly with a shift of his hips. Parvati could not help but moan in to the depths of the woods soon after, feeling the warmth of the stranger dousing her fire.