The brute told her he preferred gifts rather than stealing, and she was more naive than she should have been. Naive or desperate, it really didn't matter in this time. She knew in this moment what she was after, and if the brute killed her she would be put out of her misery. Or, that's how she saw it at least. She cared little for her own life these days.

Duchess stood, her tiny body facing the giant before her. Her eyes hadn't changed the gentle nature in them as she nearly begged for him to come closer. But she stood with more confidence than desperation. She hadn't been with anyone since she had found out she was pregnant, not even Segin. All she wanted was Indigo, but that had seemed to change after the loss. She had separated herself from him, even if he had reached out to her. What had happened between them was unmendable. Not only what she had done to him, but what she felt like he had done to her. But she felt like she needed something, or someone who she wasn't attached to. Those of the band had grown strong together, even in the tough times. But she also needed to feel like she was desired, even if it wasn't wholly the truth from the other.

"What kinds of gifts do you prefer?" She questioned quietly while looking up at him. Her mood had changed little since he had appeared. Over all she was rather flat and consistent, but her intentions were probably more clear to see through.

"Duchess"

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Noir took what he wanted, he had the strength to impart his will on others. That woman he’d had was hardly any fun though, and that was where his comment came from. He liked the banter and back and forth of a willing participant, which this woman seemed to make herself out to be. He could see it by the look in her eye, the way she held herself, even the pace of her gait. She gazed up at him and stood, inching closer as she finally spoke again, clarifying as she silently willed him closer.

What did he prefer? Noir strode forward easily, closing the distance between them. Consequences of the night be damned. The crystals were bright and illuminated the colorful pair, making his blue markings looked as if they were glowing as much as the lights above them. ”Oh,” Noir started softly, lowering his features to gaze deep into her dual toned gaze. Now he all but had her. ”Gifts of the body. The mind. The soul.” He whispered temptingly, leaning forward, his lips nearly brushing against her own as he spoke. Noir could taste her breath. A smirk spread over his features as he awaited her move.

Duchess wasn't sure at all if this is what she wanted. She hadn't been with anyone since she and Indigo had created their buried children. And even before then, she was only excluded to Segin, in turn the men that she knew in her life. This brute was a complete stranger, but the more she looked at him, the more she was tempted. He was tall, strong, hosted a colorful pattern like herself. And his eyes....

He came in even closer to her, his voice almost dangerous but also somehow warming and welcoming. Her neck craned backwards as he dove in, her body tensed slightly but she didn't take a step away from him. His giant frame was very... intimidating, but she could have almost just asked for it. She felt this push and pull between their breaths, their muzzles, just like the slightest amount of movement would interlock them. Finally, she rose her front paws to place them delicately up on the brute's chest and shoulders. Her lustful eyes still peered into his face because that was all she could see. Still she lingered if only for a few seconds more if he could even wait that long before her mouth leaned forward into his, her paws carefully tracing through his fur. This seemed so right in this moment, maybe it was what she needed. Or would she have let herself down in the after? Because deep down she knew that she wanted to go back in time when it was just her and Indigo, and share a new moment like this.

"Duchess"

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In honesty, Noir didn’t care if this was really what she wanted or not, having her was what he desired and really that was all that mattered in his world. The man was fine with being selfish and cared not at all for the feelings of others. Duchess, not that he knew her name, was receptive to his advances and her inner turmoil was not of his concern.

Perhaps she was intimidated, but she didn’t shy away from his advance either. She looked up to him, her expression open and accepting and for a long moment it was as though she was debating her next action. Noir didn’t have to press her, as she suddenly moved towards him, lifting her small for up to place her paws on his shoulders for better leverage before leaning in and pressing her lips to his. Her claws traced rivulets in his fur, caressing his skin as she leaned against him.

Noir took no time to reciprocate. One massive paw lifted to hold her against him, his own toes tracing the curve of her waist as he settled against the small of her back. He pressed against her, delving deep into their kiss while supporting her body as he laid her down on her back. Noir crouched over her, chest to chest and belly to belly as he tasted her tongue. He pulled away from her mouth, trailing nibbles and kissed down her jaw. He lifted her chin and kissed the vulnerable fur above her throat.

The warmth of her beneath him drove him onward, he tilted her hips against him grinning as he pulled away from her throat and found her gaze once more. ”What a gift, indeed.” He purred softly, a smirk playing over his features as he held her tighter, there was no room to hesitate now. She was his.

As he gave in to her, or really was it the other way around? She had gently clung onto him as he lifted her up, his massive paw and leg holding her up without even the slightest struggle. She too didn't break as he had her up against him, she almost felt like she couldn't pull away even if she wanted to. But that was more because her body was craving what he was willing to give.

Her back gently hit the ground but she still pushed forward through their kiss, not wanting him to leave as he separated their lips. Her breath was quiet but deep as he trailed down to her throat, her own head turning just enough to let him. There was a sense of danger to him, but even if it had turned down the darker end she wouldn't have called for Indigo, Duchess was willing to give the stranger whatever he wanted in this moment.

Her eyes peeked opened as he rose, nearly stating his desire for her which was really all she wanted. She only wanted to be Indigo's one and only, she wanted to be enough for him. And even if this was a one time thing with the brute on top of her, at least in this moment she felt like she was the only thing on his mind. She didn't know if he had someone at home, if he was taking advantage of her because he wanted someone else, or if he could just care less and just needed to scratch the itch. She didn't know any of it, and it made her feel better that way.

Her paws pulled at him as she laid back, pushing her hips back into his. She didn't feel like she had to say it, everything about her was begging him. But still there was that... first few seconds of locking up. She was quickly receptive by her own pleasurable tones.

-Fade-

"Duchess"

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The electricity between them was mutual, or it seemed like it in the way she clung to him and pulled him closer as he pressed against her. He kept his massive weight from crushing her, holding himself temptingly above her prone form. She was given everything she desired from him, even if Noir had no idea. She truly did have all of his attention as he enjoyed every inch of her. The way she so easily submitted to his will only spurned him onwards. His undivided attention belonged to her.

The woman returned his eager desire in the way her body moved against him. Noir smirked darkly, completely unaware of the way she froze up and hesitated when the moment was upon them. There wasn’t near enough resistance to dissuade him, and Noir was rewarded for his perseverance as he took her and the dark night was filled with the sounds of her pleasure.

-fade-

His breathing ragged but his movements slow and lazy as he finished and lifted himself from her body was all the sound left. The forest creatures had long given the pair of them a wide berth and the two were utterly alone. Noir got what he wanted, and now the woman was valueless once more. He shook himself as he lifted himself to his paws, but did not immediately leave the girl laying in the dirt.

Duchess too had joined in with his near labored and satisfied breath as he had his way with her. But as he went to stand, she refrained from reaching up to grab him and pull him into some sort of embrace again. He was a complete stranger, and while she wanted the few minutes of just being held, satisfied, happy, she didn't expect it of him. But it felt to her that just as soon as he left her body, she was met brutally with the emptiness she felt every time she slept with anyone, including Indigo. And this second, she was missing the feeling of being wholly surrounded by that affection in the after math.

Her paw had only reached up slightly, but she stopped it before it had reached up enough to touch him. She bit her lip, maybe looking a little anxious as she had looked away from him and and turned her body back onto her stomach, her eyes searching the ground for a few seconds before looking back up to the brute, "So... do you have a name?" Her floozy behavior from before had certainly changed, but she still tried to play it off like she didn't really care either way. That was entirely a lie. She didn't regret what she had done, but she was realizing that she wanted more than just that climatic adoration.

"Duchess"

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Satisfaction, attention, adoration, he’d gotten what he wanted from the mottled she wolf and he was ready to be on his way. He’d go and wouldn’t give her a second thought. He watched her though, and one dark brow lifted as she hesitantly reached out for him. Wicked grin raced over his features at the implications. Unfortunately as soon as it was there it was gone again and she returned to her stomach and lowered her eyes as if ashamed. He chuckled inwardly, but remained silent as she asked him for his name. ”What would you do to get it?” He asked then, mostly just curious about what her answer would be. How badly did she want to know the name she just so easily gave herself away to.

If Duchess was a different type of woman, she could have claimed that she had already given him enough. But she wasn't like that. Without really knowing it, she craved the attention and admiration just as the brute did, she just made it a lot more obvious. A one night stand, a fling, it was really just filling some kind of void even it it meant something different for each of them.

She didn't go to stand, instead resting back into the bedded grasses below her. "Maybe you'll stay and find out?" She challenged him, flaunting like she had more to offer which, maybe she did. Though he'd probably need some time to recharge himself. In real honesty, his name wasn't all that important to her. But maybe if she had got his attention again... He wouldn't leave so soon.

"Duchess"

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Noir watched her, suddenly much more interested in her as he caught the desperate look in her eye. He didn’t know, nor did he care, what she had been through, what brought her here so easily beneath him, but it was obvious. Unhealthy as it might have been for her, Noir was intrigued how far he could push. How long her attention would satisfy. She knew how to say the right words as much as the silent ones. The way she moved her body and fluttered her eyes, all but reaching out to him as she invited him to stay.

”You have my attention.” He told her, but paused for a moment. Blue and lavender eyes running up and down her willing form. When he finally moved he was slow and coordinated. Noir paced forward to close the distance between them, aiming to step on massive paw over her shoulder so he stood above her. Noir tilted his features as he looked down at her, as though expecting something from her.

Duchess didn't move even the slightest as he came and stood back over her, and really she was only at the mercy of him. He could have turned a dime and killed her, leaving her in the grasses and being on his way. And who knew if anyone would have come looking for her. It was a sour outlook on her life to think that the others of the band cared so little for her, and probably not true. But she would only see what she wanted to see and it was what brought her to these moments with the blue striped brute under the murderous moon.

Her expression still gently lustful as a soft grin pulled at her lips and she looked back up his chest and to his face again admiring just the same way he had searched her own frame just a few seconds ago. It would seem she wasn't quite done with him yet, but was that a little too far into desperation? Her own paw carefully moved up to his chest, pushing gently gesturing him to lay down beside her. Nevertheless, she had pushed herself up into him, searching for his muzzle again with her own. Hopefully she could get the gears turning again quickly, she didn't want him to feel like his time was being wasted.

"Duchess"

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She showed no fear, but not in defiance. It was acceptance, and deeper still, submission. She gave herself to him, her body, her mind, her very life as he towered over her dainty form. Duchess was in luck, he much preferred her devotion over her death. He didn’t know who she belonged to, didn’t care, she was easy and obviously desired him. Noir was easy to please. She reached up to him desperately, and the massive man obliged her request. He lowered himself beside her, his arm contoured to her form, keeping her close as she pushed against him and pressed her lips against his.

Noir grinned devilishly into her kiss, smart enough to realize this attention was not unique to him. She was easy, there was no fight nor struggle. She submit to his will as she would any man with a desire to indulge her. She knew her worth, and it was obvious in the flippant attitude towards her own life. Noir could see this plain as day, but ignored all of it. Didn’t matter, he had her beneath him again. ”Just your lips as payment?” He whispered against her jaw as he trailed his paw slowly over her ribs.

She probably could have stayed there forever, lost deep in a kiss with a willing stranger or even with someone she knew, it really hadn’t mattered that much. Her paws carefully padded over his chest as she could feel herself relaxing into him, And she felt warmer now that he was back at her side. The feeling of Indigo holding her tight after every time they had been together just a faint memory in the back of her mind as she continued to indulge in the blue man’s welcoming embrace.

Not as needy as the first time he had pulled away from her, her head pulled back slightly to find his gaze as he assumed that the kiss was the last and only thing she had to offer, "Oh, no." She almost teased but she was much more a woman of action than she was a woman of words. The kiss was more for her, he would get what was coming for him after.

She moved forward once more as her tongue moved between their lips before she pushed herself back off the ground and her paw drove gently over his much larger chest and belly. Her eyes had almost dared him to look away as she moved down his body until she finally broke her line of vision from his face to between his thighs. Spinning and with her tail able to rest along the pocket between his leg and chest, her paws carefully massaged the sensitive parts of his under hips and belly. She started with fair warning of her intentions, and deep in the back of her mind she had wondered if he had ever had an experience like this.

-Fade If Allowed-

"Duchess"

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Physical pleasures were one of life’s great gifts, and having a woman so eager to have him was a rare treat. He didn’t know her, and as she questioned, neither knew the other’s name. Noir would have been content with that, leaving her another nameless conquest. However, she called him back and the man fell easily into her deep passionate kiss. He knew the deeper emotions in the gesture were not for him, but he would steal them and her for as long as he desired. Which may have been cut short had she not lured him back to her side.

The mottled woman corrected him softly, her eyelashes fluttering as he allowed her to manipulate his body. Noir raised a brow but allowed her to push him onto his back. She moved over his body with purpose, her dual toned eyes keeping hold of his gaze as he watched her trail over his belly and finally let her focus break when she reached his lower belly. Noir wasn’t so sure he trusted her that much, but the chance of danger was enough to heighten the feelings when she finally touched him.

Oooh, I see.” He groaned softly, gritting his teeth as she gently handled him. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as he reclined further and allowed her access to every inch of him. She was obviously experienced, Noir had no note to offer, only the sounds of pleasure as she coaxed him. ”Noir,” he gasped as she showed him exactly what she was willing to do for his name. ”My name is Noir.” And then he couldn’t even form words as his body was given up to the bliss she provided.

-fade-

Duchess' paws gently ran over the inside of his hips as he was released again before she stood and moved back up to lay beside him yet again. She licked her lips before seeking out his gaze though she had expected him to be just as quick to leave as he was the first time. Though with time after her own desires had been met originally, the emptiness she felt had subsided while she continued to pleasure the brute in other ways.

She had stalled him enough to make herself feel better, worthy even of his own name. But now that she wasn't stuck in her own well of pity, she was less inclined to keep him pinned down on the ground with her. Still she looked up at him and questioned, "Will we meet again?" It wasn't anything deeper and even a hint of tease held in her quiet tone. It was more of a wonder of fate than anything else because she was sure he had his own life just as she had hers. With how fresh sleeping with a stranger was, she wasn't expecting to do it more than once. Maybe she saw the brute as more than a stranger now, her attachment through sexual desires blurred what was really acceptable for herself. But if it was what made her forget everything else prior to meeting Noir, she wouldn't stop.

"Duchess"

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