Noctisardor Bypass [M] of fantasy, of dreams, and ceremonies

Shadow stayed close to her, silver and red meshed together, and Paarthurnax let herself be snuggled. Soon, however, the peaceful moment was swept away and the lithe Frostfur was gripped around her collar by strong forelimbs and, gently, pulled down into the ground. Bathed in the warm, pastel shades of the cooling Autumn eve, the duo lay intertwined among the grasses, sheltered by the canopy of a proud oak.

The silver Alpha then manoeuvred himself in such a way that his snout was against her throat, and Paar felt her breath hitch. His breath, hot against the fine fur there, was almost sketching to her tender hide, and she growled her affection. When he spoke once again her lovely eyes fluttered open, and she canted her muzzle to eye her sterling outrider playfully. "Every way," she whispered to him, a smirk playing at her lips.