Careless Whisper

Lyre agreed, or at least the terms were set and were acceptable for her. Nako's thoughts reflected on Marina and the lead up to their midnight dalliance that rounded her belly and wondered if such success would be found here. As Lyre turned around and spoke that it wasn't the first time he mentally braced himself at the offered body before him as the woman readied herself for physical union. Perhaps his younger years success would carry over to where he was in his life right now. Lyre wasn't in season so there was that fact to contend with on her side. The she wolf was pretty enough, certainly, thoughts turning to the somewhat romantic location they both found themselves in and the poetic irony that in a dead land there was potential for life. This was in his blood. The drive was strong once a woman was before him but he held off and glanced around the lake and its surroundings. What pack she belonged to he didn't know.

White paws dipped through the snow as his muzzle touched above her hip and nose sniffed a speckled thigh as he stepped to place himself by her left shoulder. A kiss was given behind her ear. An action for his own sake. Their bodies were now parallel and his jaws reached over the smaller wolf to grab a hold of Lyre scruff in a firm grip. Nako swung his right foreleg over her shoulders to lifted himself onto Lyres backside with a hitched breath. It had been some time since his last female but the motions were familiar, instinctual, as his paws settling along the underside of Lyre hips to rest securely against her belly. There was no warning save for a tightening of his jaws that held the bristled scruff that belonged to the woman. Lyre would now know that with the first purposeful motion, other than the firm grip on her neck, that her beauty would remain un-corrupted by the rogue as a simple request was satisfied.

-Fade to Black-