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A faint grinding of dirt could be heard off in the distance. "The wolf returns," Lydia said, standing up and retreating back to her tree. Norton looked around to find the source of the noise, eventually finding a shadowy figure intruding on the camp, dragging something after it. The campfire illuminated the wolfish face of the figure. Indeed, that was Ava. Trailing behind her was the corpse of a deer, which she dropped near the edge of the fire.

"Dinner is served," Ava said, stabbing into and slicing open the carcass. In the faint light Norton could make out a strange wound that wasn't a knife, but rather, seemed to be a bite on its neck. "Put your top on, Lydia. You're making us look ridiculous." Ava stabbed into the thing again, carving out a chunk of flesh and holding it over the fire. She moved over to Norton once she was done and sat down. "A choice piece for the human," Ava said with a smile.

Norton smiled in turn. "That's quite alright Ava, I can feed myself."

"Oh, but do you know the best part of a deer? Ah, ah, I don't think you do."

"Fair enough then," Norton replied, taking the knife from her. "I'll be sure to return this to you."

"Oh, not to worry, there's plenty more where that came from." Ava wagged a finger.

"Aren't you going to have some?" Norton asked.

Ava shook her head. "Believe me, I've already had my fair share."

"We still have a few rations in my pack."

"That's alright, dear. I'm fine."

"Alright." Norton started to chow on his selected piece. Indeed, it was a nice, firm cut of the creature and cooked excellently to bring out some of the faint flavors the deer gained from its grazing. Lydia walked over to the creature and carefully sliced out a piece of the animal, then similarly cooked it before returning to her spot.

"Oho, suddenly concerned with being clean, are we, Lydia?"

"Hush," Lydia replied, biting into her food.

"We'll continue heading north, correct?" Norton asked.

"Indeed we will. Should be farther than what Miriam is willing to travel. She's a simple creature after all." Ava chuckled.

Lydia lowered her food and said, "Do not expect her to give up easily just yet."

"Then we'll have to remain vigilant."

"Vigilant for a lumbering beast," Ava said. "How funny!"

"There are others in her group, Ava," Norton said.

"Rookie lowlifes wasting their lives for coin. They won't be an issue," Ava replied.

"You say that, but only one Miriam was enough to take on the both of you. What happens when she surrounds us?"

Ava lowered her head. "A fair point, I suppose." Norton drew his eyes down to her arm. He had almost forgotten they were there as they practically blended into her roguish appearance.

"I suggest you remove those bandages," Norton said. Ava quickly obeyed, slicing into the wrapping and unraveling it. He half expected to have to cover her up once again. She tossed what remained of it into the fire and began flexing her arm. "Everything feel normal?"

"Better than normal," Ava replied with a wide smile. Norton nodded and turned his attention to Lydia. Rather than the firm glare he expected from her, she was instead staring into the fire, eyes half-lidded. Either she was deep in thought or intensely bored. Norton figured he'd much prefer the latter as there could probably only be two things on her mind. Miriam, or him.

"Who will take first watch tonight?" Lydia suddenly asked, snapping her attention to Ava.

"Seeing as how it's your fault that we're out here, why don't you take the whole night?" Ava replied.

"Ava, that's not reasonable," Norton started. "You can't possibly expect Lydia to--"

"So be it," Lydia replied, tossing a bone into the fire.

Norton shook his head. "We're going to need all the sleep we can get." He was surprised Lydia didn't strike back in annoyance.

"And I am trained to go for a few nights without sleep. I am more than well rested with all the 'pleasures' we partook in the city."

Ava snickered. "Are you certain? I thought you'd stumble over once we left the bar."

"Are you ready to take your spot for the night?" Lydia asked plainly.

"I don't know. How about you, Norton, are you ready to call it a night?" she asked with a tilt of the head. Not particularly. He was worried either the two of them would go at each other's throats or something would slither in from the woods, but he supposed it was best that he take a good night's rest to ease his nerves.

"I supppose I'd better," he replied. Norton began to unpack their feeble bedding.

"Care to share?" the wolf said.

"Not for tonight, Ava," Norton said firmly. "If we are assaulted, it wouldn't help much to stumble over one another."

"For the next inn then, very well." She took her bedding, set it out, and settled in. Norton then handed Lydia her own, which she set aside for later. The man set his bedding on the opposite side of the fire, lest Ava get any ideas. Not that he would necessarily hate some... small amount of intimacy. More that he feared how Lydia would react. Maybe he was overthinking it, but her offer of a relationship seemed more than desperate. He lay down and shut his eyes. What hope did he have?

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"Norton," a soft but firm voice said. "Norton." There was a slight shake. "Norton, I have to speak to you." Norton opened his eyes. It was still pitch dark out. Lydia was crouched down next to him. Her light blue eyes glinted in the still potent campfire. She was wearing only her ragged gown, which was a curious choice for a nightwatchman, Norton figured.

"Is something wrong, Lydia?" he replied.

She placed a hand on her shoulder. "Keep your voice down." Lydia glanced past the fire, no doubt checking on Ava. "I have something to request of you." Lydia couldn't have worded it more vaguely. "Will you follow me?"

Norton glanced at the fire, trying to see if he could make out Ava past the flames. He couldn't. After much silence, he replied, "Alright." Lydia helped him up and lead him off into the woods. Not far enough to worry. Not far enough to frighten. But just far enough to make him wonder. They stopped in front of a large tree, where Lydia looked at him for a time. "Was there something you wanted?" he asked, unsure what to make of the situation.

Lydia sighed and held up her hand, palm toward him. "I ask something of you, Norton." Her hand faltered for a moment. "What is your last name?" she asked.

"Lowell," Norton replied.

Lydia raised her hand again. "Norton Lowell, I ask something of you." She nodded to her hand. "If you would please." Norton quickly placed his hand on her own, and she grasped it. "I ask of you to..." Her grip tightened. Her eyes narrowed. "To mate with me, Norton Lowell." Norton froze, unsure if he heard that correctly.

"Lydia?" he said, flabbergasted.

"I am asking, Norton. It is only a request." Lydia relaxed. "You may turn it down as you see fit."

Could he? He felt as though there was little choice, but she did ask, he supposed. "I must admit, that's a very sudden question." Norton looked to their little campsite in the distance. It seemed so far away now. He could make out that prone figure still sleeping. "What brought this on?"

"I have already bared my heart, Norton. This is the only opportunity we may have."

"And what if we're approached?"

"As much as Miriam is stupid, I do not think she would attack so closely to organized forces. Especially with my father at their head." She paused. "He was correct. You are indeed heart of civilization and... an oddly relaxing partner to have."

"Haven't you given thought to another partner?"

"You know that I cannot. Do you not like me?" Those words caused his heart to stutter. Surely there was some arousal to her powerful form. He was still a man, through and through, and no doubt he had been put through more stress than he cared to. And yet, there was one hangup. "You care for Ava, then?" Norton looked to her eyes. "Is that it?"

"I suppose you could say that. Not that I expect anything out of it." There was almost none. Ava still had that touch of dubiousness to everything she said. That kiss at the inn. Did it truly mean anything? The comfort at the baths. It could have all been a ploy just to draw him back in. For all her faults, Lydia didn't lie, nor did she exploit him. "I would say that I like you, yes." Perhaps now was her exploitation, however.

"Then"--Lydia unhooked an arm on her dress--"you would care to be with me? For just a night?" Norton's loins stirred. His body craved another's touch, yet his mind still tugged on the reins. Was this right? Ava wasn't your partner but you had shared more with her, hadn't you? Then again, she had pushed you into those moments. Norton looked to their hands. Lydia was asking. You were equals. Partners to share, not to take.

"Wouldn't I be your first?" Norton whispered. "The first to claim you like this?"

Lydia's ears flittered. "You would." She squeezed his hand again. "A human would be an odd choice for my first, I suppose. Though it is also odd that we are together in the first place."

"And you are OK with this? You do realize the... the gravity of it all?"

"I do." Lydia tugged on their grasp, bringing him closer. "Will you be my mate, Norton Lowell?" Norton's thoughts boiled over, piling on themselves in confusion. All he could manage eventually was a nod as he became light headed. Lydia grasped his other hand and pulled him into a small kiss. "Would you then, teach me?" She dropped her dress, revealing the rest of her snow white fur. Her tail whipped out from behind her and began moving in its own strange ways, betraying her mostly subdued demeanor. "Show me." Norton briefly wondered if he was really going to do this before undoing his pants and exposing his growing erection.

Lydia took a step back, leaving his grasp. She looked down at his member, somewhat embarrassing him with her intent focus. "As smooth as the rest of your body," she said, running a hand down his chest. "May I see the rest of you in full?" There was slight amusement to her stoic questions. Norton obliged her, letting the rest of his coverings drop to the forest floor. There was a nip in the air that rushed by him, causing goosebumps to run across his skin. She continued to explore his body with curiosity. Norton took the opportunity to do the same with her, running his hands across her soft, deep fur that hid a muscular form beneath it.

As Norton slid a hand over her breasts, Lydia let out a small mewl. The cute moment was completely lost on her as she moved over him unfaltered. Their shared groping came to a stop once Lydia pulled him into a hug which, at their differing sizes, rested his head on her chest. His erection pushed against her thighs, flanked on either side by ticklish fur. Her powerful heart sounded through her chest. She sighed. "Thank you," she whispered. Norton refrained from moving his hips, though he desperately wanted to. Instead, he tightened their embrace, making certain she knew he appreciated the moment as much as she did.

"I suppose we should begin, then," Lydia said. She was still herself, even during a time like this. Lydia stepped around the tree and pulled out her bedding. Just how long was she planning this? She set it out next to them, then lay down face up. "Shall we?" Norton wasn't going to deny her now, despite the small thoughts that stewed in his mind. He knelt in front of her, settling between her legs. Was this truly happening? Was he going to lay with Lydia so plainly? After all that had happened in his life, what choice did he have? Surely his choices were limited now. He took a deep breath and pushed the head of his cock up against her bright pink slit. Lydia gasped, then shuddered.

"I'll go slowly," Norton whispered. Lydia nodded with a low growl. Her tail slowly whipped about. Lydia's entrance was not entirely alien as he expected, in fact it had felt much like the vague memories he had of his last, distant experiences. Her legs wrapped around him as he inched forward, which made him reasses his memories. No, in fact, this was far better. She was as warm as she would have expected. Her insides slightly quivered as he fully inserted himself into her. Norton groaned once he was fully immersed into Lydia. It had been far too long since he felt that encompassing heat, melting away all your woes. After collecting himself, he asked, "Are you alright?"

Lydia's breaths became heavy, but she was still as stoic as she had ever been. "Yes." Heave. "Yes, I am. Please. Please continue." Norton leaned forward, bracing himself on the ground. He sighed as he pulled out, exposing himself back to the cool of the outside, and relishing the strands of fur that ran across his skin. With a firm push back in, Norton sunk back into her with a moan. Lydia wasn't far behind him, moaning soon after, followed by a cute mewl. "I had not ever expected this," she said quietly between bated breaths. Norton eventually worked himself into a slow back and forth, working out more tender noises from Lydia with every thrust.

"Stop for a moment," Lydia said, catching her breath. Norton froze in place, as difficult as it was. "Apologies... It was simply too much." She took a deep breath. "Are you enjoying yourself?" Norton couldn't help but smile at her stilted response.

"I am. Thank you, Lydia."

"We are partners now." She placed a hand on his cheek. "It matters that we both enjoy this precious moment." Partners. Such a simple word, and yet it carries such a heavy implication. At the same time there was a pang of some underlying pain, writhing in his skin. Norton eased down onto her, trying to find some comfort in Lydia's soft fur. She brought a hand onto his back. "You may move again." Norton hesitated at her words. His body craved it, instantly reacting to that simple sentence. Yet that pain lingered underneath, poking, prodding, annoying. In the end, lust had won out and Norton's hips quickly worked back into thrusting. Not as excitedly as before.

Norton buried his face in-between Lydia's breasts, listening to the sound of her deep breaths. She squirmed and writhed underneath him, but remained generally stoic in her behavior. He briefly wondered if she was struggling to keep up a cold facade. Is a knight not supposed to whimper during lovemaking? The thought was a cute retreat from the reality of what was occurring. The flickers of the distant fire caught his eyes every so often, calling back to him. "Would you mind if I--" Norton started.

"I do not," Lydia replied. Not wanting to speak any further, Norton increased his thrusts. Pleasure smothered out pain. Lydia grabbed onto him tightly, claws teasing at his skin and threatening to pierce into him. The danger brought an added excitement to his bothered thoughts. Legs slowly wrapped around his waist, sealing their connection. Nowhere to go. Perhaps it was wishful thinking on his part but it felt as though her legs pushed back for every time Norton pulled out, pushing him cleanly back in.

Lydia's compliance only made Norton thrust faster. Moments later, Lydia froze in place and let out a quiet, shaking groan. The man came to a stop, much to his libido's annoyance, letting her ride out the orgasm that took her. Her legs shook briefly, then came to a halt. A gentle pat let Norton know to start moving again. Lydia growled, clearly becoming far too overstimulated for her to handle. This was her first time after all. And somehow, it felt like his first as well.

Norton came to a forceful stop, pushing his hips as far as possible. Lydia groaned in unison with Norton as he came, shooting deep into her. A brief thought of impregnation crossed his mind, both worrying and causing another flash of heat in his heart. He managed another rope of semen and went limp. While the afterglow was heavenly, reality quickly swept back in. Bringing the night, the cold, and the sounds of the forest right back to the forefront of Norton's mind. Lydia hadn't moved or said anything, only making soft purrs in-between scattered breaths. That fire in the distance continued to burn. His eyes struggled to peer past it.