Dahozhoni Meadow [m] sometimes

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She led @Cambria east, beyond the prying eyes that would interrupt their most ancient dance. When she found a suitable spot, Odessia nipped eagerly at his shoulder then settled into a playful bow.
The scenery around them, though she did not notice it, was quite beautiful. Desert brush and flowers made up the majority of the foliage, and the golden hour had only just set in. All of this was lost on Odessia, who had only one thing in mind right now.

The arrival of a potential rival put Cambria on edge. He shifted his weight toward Odessia, a covetous gleam in his eye as he shielded her with his body. He wasn’t aggressive by nature, though his lip lifted at the stranger’s commanding tone. But then Odessia began moving, effectively distracting him. The Dragonling shadowed her steps without a single backward glance at the other male.

Walking at her rear was both delightful and torturous. Cambria wanted to sink his teeth into that rump—a love bite, of course. He wasn’t sure Odessia would appreciate that, though, and he didn’t want to take any chances. He avoided touching her, just like he steered clear of any meaningful conversations about repercussions.

Odessia paused among the desert scrub, gilded by the setting sun. She crossed the touch barrier, her lopsided jaw brushing his shoulder. Cambria rumbled a note as he skimmed his nose along the curve of her throat. Then she moved out of reach, dipping forward into a bow that made his eyes heat. They fixed on her upraised hips, his pupils dilating, before he lightly shook his head.

Tell me what you want, Cambria crooned, puffing out his fur in mock belligerence. He swiped playfully in her direction as he elaborated, Tell me what to do to make it good for you, Odessia.

Sex was, in Odessia's rigid mind, an act by which to reproduce. It was a thing of instinct brought on by a mixture of high octane hormones which fueled her decisions. "Pleasure" was not something she had in her mind when she thought about it, so Cambria's words made little sense to her. Surely he knew what she wanted. Surely his hormones were kicking into gear the same way her own had. If they were not, there was something severely wrong with him, and she had chosen poorly.
She turned to face away from Cambria, rooted her feet to the earth, then craned her neck around to look at him.
"You know what I want," she said.

She didn’t provide him any guidance, though Odessia did present herself. Straight to the point, then. His mismatched eyes widened as he beheld her curved figure from behind. Unable to resist the impulse, Cambria moved to press his chest against her backside, finally indulging the overwhelming urge to give her a few suggestive nips.

“You know what I want,” she’d said, so the Dragonling didn’t hesitate to rear onto his hind legs and give it to her.

I’m fine with fading here or fast forwarding to the afterglow?, lol.

Odessia had to admit that the experience was downright weird. It was not unenjoyable by any means, which was a bonus. She had, of course, learned from her mother what to expect from the experience. The act itself, the awkward sensation of being stuck together, and then the decoupling. She was not sure of the last time she had been in so much physical contact with another wolf. Perhaps before she had left home, when the pack would sleep together in a pile under the warm breezy afternoon sun. Of course, that had been a different kind of togetherness.
She licked her sensitive bits, cleaning them instinctually with one leg raised so she could get better access. Her eyes trained on Cambria, briefly wondering what he thought of the ordeal.
"It goes on like this for about seven days," Odessia said between cleaning licks.
"Although, this is day two, so I guess five more days after today."

He was still enjoying the afterglow when Odessia’s voice cut through his muzzy bliss. Cambria blinked his mismatched eyes, his lips twitching into a smile as he beheld her current pose. That was neither flattering nor ladylike, though he didn’t really care.

She prattled on about the logistics of her cycle. He nodded absently, his mind moving sluggishly. Cambria eventually realized she was likely sharing this information for a reason. He pondered a moment, then tried to catch her eye.

Did you want me to stay with you until it’s over? he questioned, not entirely sure how he felt about that prospect.

On one hand, he could have five more days packed with pleasure. On the other, he had gone into this thinking it was one and done. If he stuck around, would Odessia want more than he was willing to give? He supposed he could no longer avoid the topic of… consequences.

Something about the way he worded the question set off a tiny little alarm bell somewhere, but Odessia dismissed it. She only had five days of this left, and she meant to make the most of it.
"Of course," she replied, any other alternative did not even register on the list of possibilities.
"I am hungry though. Maybe we could eat before the next round?" she suggested.
She was not sure what strange food they would find here in this dry landscape, though she had to imagine there was something if a pack was able to feed themselves on it. Cambria must have been a decent hunter, seeing as he was not starving and did not appear to belong to any other pack. That made her wonder about Keshi, but that thought was quickly extinguished with a grumbling of her stomach.

Her immediate response made him wonder again what she might be expecting from him. They should’ve talked beforehand but they couldn’t walk it back now. Still, he should absolutely say something. Cambria pondered what to say and how to say it.

Sure, he agreed when she asked to eat before going again. His pupils dilated at the prospect of more sex, though he forced himself to say, I’ll help you find food. And I’d be happy to keep you company for the next five days.

The “but…” hung there for a few beats as the shadows lengthened around them. It was the perfect time to hunt; all the crepuscular critters would be out and about as night took over for day.

That’s all I can offer, though. I’m not looking for anything longterm, he finally said, jaw working as the blunt words spilled out of him.

we can fade here or keep going if you wanna use it for a trade!

He agreed, and that was all Odessia really needed to hear. But then, he clarified. She gave him a quizzical look, but she did not respond otherwise. Odessia had her own plan—her own instincts embedded deep in her DNA—and she did not need him to agree to it. She was a wolf, and she would do as a wolf did. What he was "looking for" was of little interest to her.
For the hunt, she would let him lead, and she watched him expectantly. There were other things to think about, and she mulled them over as her new companion and she tracked down the night's meal.