Snapshots - Raven Feathers
#2 of Snapshots
Author's Note: The second of my 'Snapshots' series. Each of these shorts will consist of exactly 1000 words. If a picture is worth 1000 words, how much picture is 1000 words worth? I've always enjoyed the Native American folkore, so it was fun to play around with some of the characters and style presented there.
_Big thanks to- _
-for the idea, and the permission to use the concept. Go check out his 1000 word adventures too!
Thanks also goes as always to Guri for proofing.
_ Raven Feathers _
Raven walked in a world with no ground.
Rolling banks of rose and daffodil hued mist swirled about as far as the eye could see, plumes rising with each step. The air lay still, warm as the finest spring day, yet the strange fog cavorted playfully as though stirred by invisible breezes.
A gentle smile creased Raven's beak, indulging the flirtatious mists to embrace her, intimate as the act seemed with no clothing to separate her from this ethereal suitor. What a curious meeting place her lover had chosen!
It was tempting to take wing and explore. But, Wolf was waiting for her, somewhere, and he would be displeased if she spoiled his chance to stalk her through this dreamland. The thought made her heart pound. Wolf enjoyed his hunts, particularly for his most beloved prey, and hunting made him... passionate.
She kept walking, though her progress was immeasurable in this trackless plain. Her senses were not as keen as Wolf's. Any trace of his familiar scent was lost to her, amongst the aroma of mountain wildflowers rising on the mists.
Raven disliked this part of the game. Wolf was a crafty hunter, and would never rush to his quarry. The waiting, the anticipation of being stealthily pursued... It grated upon her impatience. If he forced her to wait overly long, she would need to find a fitting punishment for him!
"Caught you."
A strong pair of arms encircled her waist, a canine muzzle resting against the back of her neck. Hot breath wafted across her glossy feathers, his wet tongue lapping at her cheek. Raven's heart beat faster in her chest as his hands stroked her belly, a deep inhalation marking him as he sampled her scent.
"You are early, my hunter. Could you not find the patience to properly stalk your prize?" She attempted to face him, but he gripped her tightly, holding her in place. Her eyes widened as his jaws fastened lightly on the back of her neck, a low rumble in his throat, warning.
"No, my prey does not look unless told." His voice was husky, quiet, gruff with desire. Raven stiffened, bristling at the order, laying her hands on his to sweep them away in defiance. She was Raven, bringer of light to the first people! Wolf's arrogance could only be indulged so far. She looked down to better see his hold on her, but the mists obscured her lower half to mere shadowy impression.
His growl deepened in pitch, his fangs tightening on her exposed neck. Raven gasped, her protest dying in her throat. This was a... new... development. Surely he would not give her harm in his roughhousing?
"No." The command came like a slap, accompanied by his hands wandering, one cupping her chest with a firm squeeze, the other resting on her nether modesty. Heat hovered at her nape, the impression of deadly fangs lying a hair's-breadth away. His lower hand curled, gently probing the downy lips of her womanhood. Raven shivered, melting into his arms. So, the game was to come to this? Wolf's passion took novel forms indeed.
Something firm and warm prodded between her thighs, prompting her to widen her stance, prepared to receive him. He needed no further invitation, and their twin sighs were lost to the mists as his flesh found hers.
"You are truly the greatest beauty of the spirits, Raven," Wolf grunted as he pressed his hips to her rump, filling her innermost places with his heated canine endowment, driving a moan from her beak. "I am most fortunate, to have liaison with the envy of the spirit world."
"We have always been coupled, Wolf," she managed, rocking her hips to meet his powerful thrusts. "You should not fear another's envy."
"Yes, but clever Coyote always plans to spring his tricks. I worry he may find a way to take you from me." His pace increased, the sounds of their passionate lovemaking muffled by the fog. Something in his voice puzzled her, but the pleasure shooed such thoughts away. Had it been a hint of a chuckle?
"You should not fear Coyote, you can outsmart the trickster..." Raven panted, shuddering in his grasp as his turgid flesh found its home in her intimate passage, his canine mating tie bonding them close. "My love!" Raven's eyes shut tight, sliding her feathered back against his wiry fur, bracing as he gyrated wildly, stroking both of them over the climactic precipice.
Sheer delight swept over Raven, expressed equally in her prolonged cry as in his howl of release. A river of lifegiving fluid gushed into her womb, settling deep inside her hidden place. She squeezed hard about him, eliciting a pleased yip, holding him inside. Her hand drifted down to rest on her belly, a smile creeping to her beak. There would be a child from this union. He would become a mighty warrior.
They remained bound for a time, panting, sweat dripping down. Something still nagged at Raven's mind, but it was forgotten as Wolf pulled out from her, jolting her with ecstasy, then leaving her sated nethers regrettably empty. His fangs scraped her neck again, the warning, commanding growl returned to his voice.
"Wait here a moment, my beautiful goddess. There is something I must do."
Raven thought to protest, to turn to him, but too late, the presence at her back was already gone. She spun, but found only swirling mists. Raven frowned. What was Wolf about?
Strong arms encircled her from behind, turning her about. Wolf loomed over her, the gleam of passion in his hunter's eyes.
"Caught you, as always, my lovely Raven."
"Wolf? Why did you depart a moment ago?" she questioned, breaking off in a gasp as a finger explored her dripping petals.
"Depart? I-" He withdrew his now sticky finger with a fierce snarl, nose wrinkling at the scent. "Raven, what is this?!"
From far across the misty plain, the hoot of a coyote's laughter echoed through the mists.