As it was, Duchess was not getting any better from the betrayal and loss. She solely blamed herself for what had happened in total. Deceiving Indigo, and losing the babies. Even if there was nothing specific that had happened for her to cause the miscarriage.

She still found herself out and away from the band, wandering. Even after she had temporarily lost her sight. She seemed to not learn her lesson or take something greater of it. To her, she was still as worthless as she was then and before. But she wouldn't let anyone in to help fix her, she was certainly the mass of her own destruction.

She carried a cloth out to the hot springs, folded in her mouth while she quietly scoped for a pool that she could relax in easily. She couldn't help the small thought though of consuming the mushroom and drowning in the pool. She was more on the case of if it happened so be it, but not more intentional at least.

Slipping into one of the pools of the springs, she swam to one side and placed her paws up on the edge while she dropped her make-shift sack and revealed the mushrooms inside. Her head rested down beside them, as if she was almost contemplating taking them or not. Her eyes closed as she relaxed on the bank letting the hot water soak into her back and hips.

"Duchess"

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He didn’t know why he felt the pull to follow his paws to the east but as long as he stayed out of Auster for a good long while all would be well. The man avoided this part of the world primarily to keep from being harassed by the blood relatives that congregated here in Boreas. Luckily they seemed to be keeping to themselves as the long dark subsided. Summer glided on the air currents above his head, surveying the landscape from above for her master. That was how Noir would first realize he wasn’t alone.

As the raven’s cry alerted him to another wolf’s presence, and one Summer recognized, he made his way curiously into the clearing around the hotspring. Part of him expected to see Theory or Rhyme, so he was cautious as blue and lavender eyes scanned the pools behind the dark foliage. He was pleased to only find a familiar mottled lilac she wolf dipping herself into the tepid waters.

Noir confidently stepped out of the woods when he was confident he was about to come face to face with someone he would rather not. He wore a smirk on his face, and didn’t hide his approach from the familiar woman. She made such a big deal of getting his name, and if he had gotten her own Noir didn’t remember it. ”Still all alone?” He asked with a tilt of his head as his bicolored eyes roamed the shapely curve of her body. He remembered far too well how she felt against him.

The sound of a bird calling above her had caught her attention, but she didn't shy from it. Her head lifted from it's resting position to eye the raven that flew overhead and around into the trees. She had seen the form of the man from the corner of her eye, not really feeling like she had to turn and realize he wasn't much of a stranger. His voice told her otherwise, and it was when her small smile turned on her maw.

With gentle eyes her face turned to his familiar blue form, her paw carefully played with the cloth that held the mushrooms she brought along with her. Her eyes moved down and away from him though in no way to make him feel like he was unwelcome, at least not her intent. "Not anymore it seems." Her brow raised as her eyes flicked back towards him. Her paws pushed her form slightly off the bank of the spring pool as she moved just a little closer to him while dragging the cloth of a few mushrooms along the ground. "I don't suppose you came to join me?" In the pools or for the experience of the shrooms. Of course he may not have sought her out, but there was more benefits of asking him to stay with her rather than asking him to leave, at least to her.

"Duchess"

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Noir was far too distracted looking her over to realize exactly what she had in front of her. Despite his nature the man rarely experimented with drug and alcohol use. He enjoyed the occasional high or inebriation but his true desire lay in the temptations of the flesh. Her smile kept his focus as Duchess turned to find his familiar form. He hadn’t expected to enjoy seeing her enthusiasm at his presence. Deep down what he wanted as attention, and the mottled woman was eager to give that to him.

He continued to watch her as she lifted herself to her paws, and he finally noticed her little package beside her. Noir lifted a brow but remained silent as she continued, asking if he had come to join her. The truth was he’d forgotten about her, this strange chance encounter came with his odd desire to make his way eastward. Maybe she was a part of that pull. ”Of course.” He answered with a grin, just saying what he thought she wanted to hear. ”How could i resist you?” Noir added with a slight tilt of his head as massive paws pulled him closer to her, though he refrained from touching her yet.

”What do you have there?” Noir thought he recognized the mushrooms but he wasn’t entirely sure. If he was right the next quarter of their day was going to be fun.

Maybe in some sort of way they weren't so different. And of course Duchess couldn't see, or cared to look for it, but while she had wanted just the same attention, she also wanted to feel that sense of dependency like she was needed. To build that strong relationship, not to just be thrown away. It would seem at least on the surface that the brute couldn't give her everything she wanted, not in the long run. But she didn't know him, only what he felt like.

Though he gave her what she wanted immediately, to be desired. And it certainly wouldn't go unnoticed. Her eyes fluttered almost bashfully at the compliment, she was gently receptive to his own actions moving closer to her, but leaving space between them. She didn't move away from him, but that was no surprise given their last encounter. She definitely didn't regret being with him then, and she wouldn't now. "Well then, are you going to join me?" She questioned almost playfully, her paw running slowly over the water's surface as if a welcoming gesture.

Though whether he had preferred to stay dry, it didn't matter to her. She returned her attention to the mushrooms she had so obviously shown, or at least didn't hide as he mentioned. Psilocybin mushrooms, "I've heard they enhance your senses." She raised a brow to look at him, of course not one to pressure. "Thought it would help me relax more in the springs."

"Duchess"

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The two of them craved attention and that wasn’t much more than what either could offer in the long run. Noir was too selfish to care about what Duchess might need beyond a warm body to hold her tonight. He wasn’t going anywhere without a reminder of the time they shared not so long ago. As she looked up to him Noir knew it wouldn’t be hard to convince her. Still, he waited to close the distance as she gazed up at him and subtly invited him next to her.

Her playful summons ceased any hesitation Noir was harboring and he closed the distance between them. Unable to tera his gaze away from her delicate form or her vibrant heady gaze. She looked down, and somewhat reluctantly his attention followed. Down the soft curve of her nose, to the opened bag and mushrooms at her dainty paws. He recognized them. (Who do you think he was?) And knew that she spoke the truth when she told him what they did. He tried not to think about his last encounter with the hallucinogens.

”Is that so?” He asked her like he wasn’t sure what they were for, as he carefully lowered himself to the side of her. Strategically keeping himself out of the water for now. He leaned to the side and lifted one massive dark paw over her shoulder as he peered down at her treasure. ”You don’t have to resort to self medication, if you ask nicely I’m right here.” Noir teased darkly, not that he was going to turn down an offering like this.

She almost felt he was playing hard to get, and if he joined her in the pool she might have just jumped on him immediately. He kept inching closer to her, and maybe he was just waiting for her to make the move or wanted to know just how desperate she was. Mostly though she just felt disappointed it was taking this long. Though she supposed the build up and yearning would come out more relieving on the other end.

As he mentioned himself as an alternative to the shrooms, Duchess placed her paw over the cloth and pushed away to pull herself closer to him on the edge, "You’re being such a gentleman, not wanting to take advantage of me." Her flirtatious tones were humorous, their intentions were far from hidden. Duchess may have already proved she was at his mercy, or maybe not enough. Maybe he needed more. Under the spell of the void, she would give him anything he desired. But deep back in her mind she wondered if there would be a next, or a many times. Maybe he would want her to himself in the end. The thought of leaving Indigo was buried under the affections she felt right now and it was why she indulged in them.

Her paws rose to lay down on his, pulling herself up slightly though not for a kiss as their closeness may have suggested. Not that she would have denied him. "So are you going to get in here and fuck me or do I need to come out and make this all about you?" It was a genuine offer because any of the attention she got from the brute was satisfying. His or own own pleasure, it made her feel the same either way.

"Duchess"

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Noir had no idea how desperate she really was. While he was one to get what he wanted and be off again she outdid even those easy ways. She pulled herself closer, just barely out of the water as she looked up to him from beneath her lidded gaze, she didn’t have to imply so heavily her desires, as it felt like Noir could practically read her mind. Gentleman, that wasn’t a word often used to describe him, at least not after a first encounter. He couldn’t help the deep chuckle that erupted from his chest.

”Not wanting, my dear you’ve got me all wrong.” She placed her dark paws upon his and pulled herself up like she was finally going to close the distance and press her lips to his. A brow rose as she paused close enough he could feel her breath on his tongue. Her words raised his brow as a dark grin spread over his features. She was impatient. ”I am mistaken.” He rumbled softly, debating for a moment if he should take her up on the second offer. Of course he couldn’t let her ask twice.

Without answering Noir finally lifted himself from the ledge and carefully lowered his massive frame into the water behind her. He pressed his chest against her back, pushing her into the smooth slope of the pool. ”Like this?” He asked almost playfully if his teeth weren’t against her ear and his claws weren’t trailing over her side reaching for her thigh as he positioned her against his hips.

She only watched as he had taken her bait, though it may have already been decided what was going to transpire as soon as they met eyes in this meeting. Duchess honestly would probably never look at him in any other way than this desire or at least in these chance encounters.

She didn't move her frame as Noir joined her in the pool, only her neck turned to keep her eyes, and eventually her side eye on him when he invaded her. Her paws stretched apart to lay beside the inside of his own. She helped to push her chest up against the stone bank of the springs, and once they ran out of room she relaxed slightly in to him. She hummed as his quiet tones tickled in her ear, and gently rocked her spine and hips backwards towards him. But no, she actually wasn't quite ready.

Attempting to roll around in his grasp so she could face him, "I'll take it any way you want it." She teased, moving to place her paws on his chest and shoulders to gently massage at them. "Only be gentle if you want to be." She suggested, still in a lustful tease because really she would have preferred a slow and steady, and obviously emotional encounter. She had experienced enough though to enjoy the pleasure in just about any way, even the worst. Her legs moved to lock around him as she pushed into his lower regions under the water, her muzzle pushing forward carefully to finally give in to the deep desirable kiss. Her body would have always worked along with his, but she was loosely under his full discretion.

"Duchess"

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Noir wasn’t about to leave a poor desperate damsel to relieve herself here in the steamy pools. Maybe she felt like she caught him but Noir wasn’t leaving without having her at least once. Wanted or not. But she wanted him. This was the moment that Noir craved, being so deeply desired. Duchess pressed herself against him, forming her body perfectly against his own. Se moved with him easily as Noir’s dark paw continued to caress her wet fur beneath the surface. He trailed over her hip and slipped his paw to press his toes against her belly. His question was mostly rhetorical, he was ready to have her just like this.

Then she shifted in his grasp, wiggling against him as she moved to press her back against the ledge of the pool. Blue and lavender eyes met hers as she slipped her paws up to his chest and kneaded the fur there. His grin turned lopsided as he basked in her attention, she spoke every word he wanted to hear and gave herself up with no hesitation. He chuckled lightly at her words, really she had no control over his actions, he would do exactly what he wanted, her permission or not. Noir suspected she was already well aware of her position beneath him.

Again he felt surprise at her greedy nature as she wrapped herself around him and claimed his lips for her own. He closed his eyes and leaned into her, feeding off her need and desire. Her slow careful movements inspired him and at first Noir would move easy and slow, easing into their time together. He grinned into her kiss and held her rump against him as he joined them together there in the steamy pool. Gentle to start the man would eventually build on their passions, showing his selfish desires as time went on.

Without knowing it, the two shared the same desires of attention, Duchess preferring of love though not sure of the giant blue brute who surrounded her. She couldn't dwell on those feelings though, especially not since their separation of the last encounter, and their needs the moment they met eyes here today.

Duchess fell into a deep lustful kiss with him as her tongue moved between their teeth, feeling his subtle draw back of his grin before he joined them. She melted over him, the feelings of his careful movements as he savored the moments and she did too, it was doubtful that he could relate to exactly how she felt in this moment while she related the physical feelings he gave her into some sort of make believe relationship. She hugged into him as he proceeded, her pleasurable moans matched with his pace and she gently went to nibble into the scruff behind his ear.

Duchess pulled back slightly by pushing her paws against his chest and silently requested to face away from him as he continued by attempting to shift still in his grasp as she did before, wanting him to take her as he had originally positioned himself.

"Duchess"

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The feeling of being needed drove him onwards, slowly as he enjoyed every moment. The feeling of her tongue on his lips, her soft wet body pressed against his as she held desperately to him. The sounds of her pleasure as he pressed into her body only amplified his own. His own breathing patterns grew heavier, covered only by the sloshing sounds of the steaming water around them. She buried her features into the dark fur of his neck, letting her teeth project her desires as he breathed her in and made her his own. Noir was content, their slow moving dance gaining momentum as their time together went on.

He gasped softly as she pulled away, pressing her dainty paws against his chest. Noir paused curiously, catching his breath as she offered a mischievous grin and returned herself to their original position. Her back pressed against his belly as she submit to him completely. The man chuckled darkly to himself as he surrounded the woman once more. His movements gained speed and intensity as he crushed her against the stone wall of the spring. Any care for her own comfort dissipated as he ravaged her, Noir indulged in his primal violent desire.

He had his muzzle nuzzling in the soft fur behind her ear, breathing her in and taking in the heated vocalizations he drew from her. The tension built in his belly and his limbs and broke through as he ceased his soft nuzzles and snapped. His teeth bore into her flesh, grabbing the back of her head he forced it against the ledge as he continued, fierce and raw in his actions.

He had done as she silently asked when she turned around, her chest feeling a slight bruise as she was pushed up against the wall though it wasn't something that bothered her in the moment. Feeling him all around her made up for the subtle roughness from his movements and being trapped between him and the stone.

Her paws carefully twisted on top of his own and she bit into her own leg to muffle her pleasurable moans and noises as he continued and escalated. But it almost turned on a dime. She had told him she could take whatever he did to her, to be as rough or as gentle as he wanted. And she could take it, but she wasn't expecting it. As his teeth dug into her, she yelped quietly to the surprise, her body tensed as she struggled to work with him like they had so perfectly just a few seconds ago. It took her a moment to relax back into him but she didn't feel the same.

Her teeth had tore along her own paw as he pinned her, her tones were still present but quiet in the way he trapped her. If he was paying attention it may have been obvious. But she didn't ask him to stop, she didn't want him to. That fear of rejection even while she had received so much attention from him already, it made her push through and look for the enjoyment in subtle pain he brought to her.

-Fade-

"Duchess"

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She shifted beneath him, offering herself in complete submission to him. He grinned into her fur, paying no heed to any hesitation in the woman beneath him. Noir was far too selfish to care about her own comfort when he was reaching such highs himself. She grabbed his paws on either side of her with her own, and as he leaned into her she bit at her own leg to stifle the sounds he elicited from her. She jumped when his teeth grazed the back of her skull, and for a moment he found himself hoping she would struggle beneath him. He craved the sound of her begging, but like she had said Duchess took anything he gave her.

All too soon she relaxed against him and their bodies moved in tandem. She became mousy and quiet as he pleased himself with her. The smell of blood tantalize his senses, he thought for a moment he had broken her skin, but it was her own self mutilation. She was suddenly quiet and Noir growled and renewed his efforts. He forgot about her comfort and her pleasure and took her to the height of his own.

-fade-

He pulled himself from her and lifted his massive form out of the water, breaths heaving and his body tingling with the satisfaction he took from her. Noir shook the warm water from his fur as he much more quickly recovered from his actions than she likely would. He hadn’t held himself back, his own selfish desires were fulfilled to her expense, not that he would ever expect her to complain to him. She had been the one begging after all. Blue and lavender eyes returned to her, wondering if she would seek out the comfort of his presence after again. He wouldn't move from her touch if she returned to his side.

Quiet on the receiving end, Noir had his way with her while she was in his grasp but she didn't struggle. Only let herself open for grabs. He had finished what she had started, immediately pulling himself from her and out of the water. Her expressions were much different than at the start of their meeting, but she didn't linger long on what had just happened.

She felt like she nearly peeled herself off the wall as he shook and went to lay down. She moved over to her small plate of mushrooms covering them back up to take back with her when she left. Silence had filled between them, and she felt an invisible tension while she was away from him. The feeling afterwards was not that same as it was normally. She had always craved what Indigo gave her, the strong embrace to wash away that emptiness she felt inside. It wasn't present now, and while she fiddled with the grasses under her paws she wondered if this was how it was meant to be. Be left empty and drowned out in the feeling of love, or burning in place of the void.

She pulled herself out of the water away from Noir, shaking off her pelt before steadily approaching him, "Do you...?" Her paw carefully rose to lay on his shoulder, she didn't ask any further. But had he invited her in she would lay there in his grasp with her own embrace around him even in the events that had occurred. Otherwise she supposed she should gather her things and head back to camp.

"Duchess"

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