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Soft gasps echoed through the arctic forest, muffled by the fresh snowfall. Rough bark scraped against Nightsail's back through the fabric of her jacket, contrasted by the soft lips that kissed down her neck. Her skin darkened to a deeper purple where First of Dusk bit lightly, pulling at her collar to expose more of her to his questing mouth. Her hands gripped his shoulders and she let out blissful moans, the heat growing in her stomach and pooling between her legs.

"Oh, spirits above..." She whimpered, hips grinding into his thigh pressed up between her legs. The wetness there was beginning to soak through the fabric. "First of Dusk, are you sure you never did this with a girl before?"

His response came in a hot rasp of breath as he pressed her harder back into the tree.

"I always imagined what it would be like kissing you again..." He whispered as his mouth came up to nibble her ear, sending a shiver through her body. "I just can't get enough of you. Your scent, your taste..."

"Come here..." She panted, grabbing a fistful of his hair and pulling him into a deep kiss. Her tongue slipped past his lips, sliding over his, tasting him as he ground herself down on his leg. The cool air of the forest did nothing to quell the heat rising in their bodies, or the hot breaths that came when they broke for breath, before their kiss resumed just as passionately. Soon the growing desire in her chest became too much and she felt her legs nearly give out from under her, supported only by his leg against her crotch and the tree pressing into her back.

"I need you. Now." Nightsail whispered, tugging at the hem of her pants until she dropped them just enough to expose her soaked folds. She turned and leaned over, hands supporting herself against the tree trunk as her behind pushed out. He could see the way her folds glistened with arousal, and swore that he could feel the heat coming off her bare sex from where he stood. Her scent did little to quell that feeling of heat that spread over his face.

She heard the way he quickly fumbled to undo his belt and slide down his pants, the way she was presenting herself so willingly drawing forth unbearable desire in his mind. As much as she wanted to look at him while he took her in the open like this, she knew that they couldn't strip down entirely in the freezing air of the forest.

One hand grabbed her behind, holding her there as he guided the tip of his cock to her entrance. She moaned deeply as he rubbed it along her folds, his heavy breathes audible as he took in the sight of his cock sliding along her sex.

Impatient, she reached between her legs and grabbed the hot shaft in her hands, pressing him against her entrance as she sank herself back. The now familiar hard, throbbing heat filled her body as she moaned out his name, and he in turn felt the way her body enfolded him in a wet, velvetine warmth, right down to the base where she held herself. She wanted to enjoy that feeling of hot fullness in contrast to the cold air around them.

"You know..." she panted out, turning her head back to watch the way he bit his lip and ground his hips against her behind, sending pleasurable jolts along her spine. "When my dad tried to forbid me from seeing you...he thought you'd been taking me out here to do just this to me..."

"He accused me of trying to do the same...when I came to ask..." First of Dusk stopped. He had admitted he loved her, but should he admit he'd been the one to ask her father about a union with her?

"When you asked him what?" Nightsail said, sliding herself up along the length of his shaft with a hiss of enjoyment. He groaned as she pushed back down, taking him all in once more. It was still hard to believe she could take him all so well now, given how big he was and how it had hurt initially on the first night.

"Asked...f-fuck, you're making it hard to think, Nightsail." He gulped, unable to resist the urge to grab her hips and begin thrusting into her. His sudden motion wiped away any memory of the question in her mind. Her hands gripped the rough bark harder as he began to take her properly.

The wet slap of his hips meeting her behind only reminded her of how wet she was, stretched around his cock so tightly with her body thrumming with pleasure. Nightsail let her legs spread wider, as much as she could with her pants still just below her behind, and she cried out as she felt him drive deeper into her. Her body seemed to open up to him easily, wanting to take every inch of him as he thrust into her. She felt him bottom out each time, and it felt as if he was reaching right up to her throat with how deep her could go like this.

Every time they'd had sex before it had been with her on her back, legs spread, and him above her. She loved the way she could watch the pleasure play over his face like that, and the loving gaze he stared down at her with. But in this new position she could feel him hitting spots she had never felt before.

The primal feeling as he leaned forward and bent over her, gripping her hips as he thrust hard and fast into her dripping sex, brought out a feeling of animalistic lust in her that she didn't know she had ever possessed. She felt a deep connection to him at a baser level, one governed by nature and not by the conscious mind. The jolts of ecstasy that shot through her each time he filled her completely mingled with the primal desire to become his, marked as his mate and forever belonging to him. Her moans became lustful whines and gasps, and her hips pushed back to meet his even as her legs shook, close to giving out under the onslaught of feeling.

"Ci toa..." she moaned, looking back at him, face flushed and eyes unfocused. "Breed me, Ci toa unalaita...". Her words came unbidden from her mind, voicing the animalistic desire for him to fill her with his seed, and to join with her in the deepest of ways.

He leaned forward, unable to kiss her in his position, and so instead settled for letting out throaty growls as he reached around her torso to grope at her breast, sending a whole new wave of sensation crashing through her. His teeth sunk into her shoulder suddenly, between her shoulder and neck, a painful possessive bite that forced a cry from her lips. She felt her legs close up, her orgasm hitting her all at once without any further build up.

"My...Nightsail..." he growled even as his teeth held her shaking, climaxing body. "Mine..."

Her eyes were wide as she rode out the endless waves of ecstasy, and felt his release deep within her as he spoke, a blossoming warmth that soon became a torrent of heat deep in her belly. His words and the pleasurable pain of his teeth sunk into her skin only prolonged the mind numbing orgasm that wracked her body, the hot wetness of her own arousal and his seed leaking down her legs, leaving pearly patches in the snow below.

He held her tightly, one hand squeezing her breast through her jacket and his teeth holding her neck, until his orgasm came to an end. He released her from his jaw, a large and jagged mark left on her neck, bleeding lightly around the teeth marks. His tongue lapped over the wound gently, and she shivered at the sensation it sent through her body as the aftershocks of her climax pulsed through her, gradually ebbing away.

"You came...way more than usual." She panted, voice low and quavering from the intense pleasure she was in.

"I guess I liked the idea of...breeding you." He chuckled, exhausted, breath hot against the nape of her neck.

"You know I can't..." She began. First of Dusk cut her off with a shush, and kissed her neck where the bite mark lay, bruised and prominent.

"I know, it doesn't matter to me." She told her gently, panting still. "This feeling...this is more than enough. You're more than enough..."

She rolled her head back as he nuzzled into her hair, the scent of her body still something that he craved to experience, and she welcomed it.

With reluctance, he pulled out of her. A deluge of his own seed followed, dripping from her in a river that pooled on the ground below. The sensation of her body overflowing with his essence made her gasp and clench her legs shut again, tingles running through her legs and up into her torso, threatening to send her into another orgasm, the liquid heat that slid over her now inflamed sex almost too much to bare.

"That's a sight I could get used to." First of Dusk teased, his hand resting on her behind, giving a gentle squeeze, then venturing down her curves to between her legs. She gave a sudden whine as he pressed his fingers against her clit.

"H-Hey, s-stop, I'm...I-..." She stuttered out, before the rubbing along her overstimulated sex once more sent her shuddering into another orgasm on the heels on the first. First of Dusk kept up the gentle, constant strokes around her clit, and her voice broke as she cried out. The feeling of his seed pouring from her, hot and constant, alongside his rubbing nearly made her black out, her vision blurring with stars beginning to swim in her eyes. Every wave of orgasm made her body tense and a hot spray of arousal gush over his hand, only adding to the mess between her legs and below her. Her legs could hardly support her anymore, and her hands on the tree in front of her were the only things keeping her upright.

"You're...an...asshole." She gasped out as she came down from that second overpowering climax, struggling to move from her bent over position.

"For giving you such a nice gift?" He asked, and she could hear the smug smile in his tone.

"You nearly made me pass out...gods, bent over like this I could practically feel you in my throat." She groaned, working her hands up the tree until she was standing, supported by the trunk. The heat of his seed still trickled down from her dripping folds.

"I think we're even for the first night when you nearly did that to me." He said, stepping forward to hold her, his arms under hers. He gave her a soft kiss, and she smiled.

"So...what was it you asked my father about that made him so mad at you?" She asked, remembering the question that he'd not managed to answer before their mutual desires overtook them. First of Dusk's face flushed, and he looked away. His mouth appeared to be trying to find words and failing.

"I..." He began, suddenly caught in the anxiety of telling her what he had asked for. "I asked about you and..."

"Just me? How I was recovering?" She ventured, before she put a hand on his face, gently caressing his cheek. "Or was it something else?"

That smile. It was so reassuring for him to see. The perky little grin that quirked the corners of her mouth, and the gentle eyes that closed ever so slightly as if to welcome him to tell her anything. He sighed and spoke as plainly as he could muster.

"I asked your father if he would allow a union between us." He answered. Her smile was replaced with a look of shock, eyes searching his face as if trying to understand his words, and a sudden blush that rose in her cheeks.

"First of Dusk...you..." She struggled to find a way to respond, forgetting all about the cold wind caressing her exposed nethers that still leaked his seed.

A union was not so much marriage as a sort of engagement. An agreement for two people to live as one for a time, experiencing life together before deciding if they wished to be bound in what passed for marriage in their culture, although the bonding was far less formal than the western ideas of such. It was a pledge that their fates would be shared no matter how far they were from each other.

A union was the first step towards such a promise.

"He thought I was trying to go after you while you were hurting, and to take advantage of you." Dusk said, leaning into the hand that caressed his cheek.

"Of course he did." Nightsail sighed. She had expected as much. "So...You really wanted me so badly that you'd risk asking him for that?"

"I was scared I'd lose you, Nightsail." he whispered. "I didn't want to wait, and I'd realized how much I loved you that I would risk it for the chance of us being together. If I'd have known sooner-"

Taking his face in both hands she leaned forward to kiss him, her lips finding purchase against his own. It was soft. Full of innocent love and none of the lust they'd started with. His surprise gave way to his hands finding their way around her, finger twining through her hair to hold her close in their embrace. She broke the kiss after a long moment and stared into his eyes, feeling a new warmth blossoming in her chest.

"I accept." She smiled. "My father be damned, I accept."

She buried her face in the crook of his neck, and he nuzzled his nose against her hair, hands stroking along her back.

"I suppose we'd better make plans for what comes next, right?" First of Dusk said. "Starting with getting your pants on. Then perhaps we can think about where we'll go once we leave the forest."

Nightsail tugged her pants back up to her waist after they separated, despite the remnants of his seed leaking from her. If anything the thought of carrying his seed within her like this was incredibly arousing, and made her heart race as she felt the way her underwear slid slickly along her folds.

'He's making me addicted to this. But I haven't exactly been going easy on him either.' she thought amusedly.

"We can still stay here for a while, right?" She asked him, wrapping an arm around his. "I want to spend more time alone, just with you, before we return."

"For as long as we want, my Nightsail." He kissed her cheek. Hearing him call her his own set her heart fluttering again, and sent a moment of weakness through her knees that had nothing to do with the mild bodily pain she still bore.

But in the past few days it had lessened its effect on her body and mind. With her new lover, and oldest friend, the pain no longer consumed her. It was simply a thing that existed, less important to her than the time she would spend with him.

'And of all your fantasies of new things to come...'