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[Relairah]

Mascamora raised a brow slightly at Drexyll's explanation and without even realizing it, she licked at the spot where Drexyll's tongue had just been. Was that really all it had been? But if so, such would definitely not be his place! Not without permission. But she wasn't stingy. And that thought was just her shock speaking. She knew it had been more than that. And the words he spoke were just an excuse. She released a soft sigh, unable to hide that she was slightly disappointed. "Oh I see. That was all..." She was hoping it had been more than that as well. But she perked up again as they headed off hunting groundhogs.

Soon they were maneuvering through the woods and Drexyll was telling her to wait for him. Hadn't he been so eager to lead before? Certainly he would know more about hunting groundhogs than she would. Groundhogs weren't something she had ever hunted much in the past.

But then she heard a splash and turned, tilting her head and blinking. What had happened? Suddenly, it seemed to her that Drexyll had become quite nervous and also careless. She wasn't sure what to think of him right this second. Her mind was going in circles and also somewhat confused. She had feelings for him. Of that, she was growing more and more certain. And she wanted him to feel the same for her. He seemed smart, handsome, powerful, and yet humble and gracious as well. But every now and then, it was like he was a bumbling ninny, uncertain and second-guessing of his own abilities.

Briefly, she thought of her own self. In her past, she had been somewhat unconfident and uncertain, discovering just who she was and all that. Being ridiculed for her heritage. She wondered if he was just still in self-discovery. Or if this was just who he was. Well. She didn't really know him that well. She shouldn't be so quick to judge. That was one thing she was absolutely certain of based on her own life. She had sworn never to judge someone so quickly because of first impression.

She stretched out her paw toward him, offering aid out of the water and smiled. "What happened?" She paused, moving back to allow him room. "You should pay more attention. If that had been a trap, you'd be in a lot more trouble than some wet fur." She giggled and shook her head, turning once more. "Now are we going to catch some groundhogs or not?" She glanced back at him, expecting him to pull himself together and hunt with her.

[Oki]

Drexyll wanted to reach back out and bring her back to him as she bounded off, hearing her reply. He was almost disappointed and saddened to hear how she said it and what she said. "No...I like you that much I...needed to have your taste on my tongue and your scent in my nose...", Drexyll spoke within his mind. But now it was too late and Masca had already vanished back into the forest. Drex almost felt like he did something wrong and while he called for her to wait and tried to catch up to her, he did his best to think of a way to make up for it. He just didn't know how to say those kinds of words to her without sounding desperate or perverted even. Even now, he felt it a little hard to tell her...his true feelings.

As he was up to speed with her and they were side to side, he looked over to her, wondering how she was feeling and Drexyll was trying to focus on her expression. However, before he even got a good look, the ground from beneath him vanished and he fell into the pool of water. How was he going to explain this now? Let alone all his other conflicting suggestions of how he should voice his affection. Sitting, his fur was heavy with the lukewarm water. His head-fur covered his eyes and he lifted a paw to brush it away. Sighing to himself, it wasn't too long until Masca found out what happened and slid down the bank to meet him in the water.

In that moments time, his mind was going a mile a minute. Questioning his actions, reactions and how he should act in the future, what to say, to do. To be bold or hang back some more. At this point, he felt like he wasn't getting the message he wanted across to her. The strong feelings he held he was becoming more certain of, and if he didn't tell her soon, all might be at a loss. 'But how?' was the proverbial question. He wanted her to know why he acts this way, but even he couldn't properly explain it. "I dunno if she would understand...she's a Princess...and I bet her upbringing wasn't anything like mine..." He didn't assume, but considered the possibility. He didn't know if she would understand or not.

Head staring at the water, a white paw with pink paw pads came to his view. Looking upward, Masca was there, offering her help. Staring at the paw, then at her face, one idea suddenly came to mind. It would be the boldest and most risky decision he would have made in his life thus far...but it would be a way to express himself. Paw reaching out of the water, Drexylls soaked paw clapped against Masca's and gripped...firmly. Heart pounding, he prayed to the gods and spoke within his mind, "Here it goes..." Rather than pulling himself up, he pulled his weight back and pulled, trying to get Masca to come into the water with him. He had listened to what she said, but waited to respond until she was sitting in the water with him.

Though perhaps, he had pulled too hard and fell backwards a little, though still had a free paw to keep him upright. If so, by then it would be possible that Masca might have fallen close enough to him or even on top of him. If it came to that, his nose would be pressed against hers, staring down his snout, passed her and into her eyes once more. Admiting that he pulled a little too hard, his face would flush and senses running wild from the contact. Though, he remained quiet for a little, wandering into her eyes, searching for what he should say. ..."Princess Mascamora, please forgive my direct actions...but I cannot hold it in any longer. I like you, I like you more than a friend...I want every night..no...everyday to be like tonight. I have fun when I'm with you and I don't want to have more days where I'm by myself without you. You're intelligent, lithe, yet bold and independent...not to mention beautiful beyond comprehension...You're perfect in every way to me...I love you Princess Mascamora", the last few words he spoke were softer than the rest. Becoming silent, that was all he had to say and all he could say. That was it. Everything he had was put out there and it was double or nothing. What he wished for and what was about to happen might not be the same...though, perhaps...they might.

[Relairah]

Mascamora felt a tingle when Drexyll grabbed her paw. It was like every time they touched, something emanated through her whole body. It was so strange, and yet she wanted it. Needless to say, she was not expecting what happened next. Rather than pulling Drexyll out, she suddenly felt herself flying through the air and landing with a big splash right on top of Drexyll. Well at least he had prevented the bulk of her from getting wet though her whole underside was soaked. She supposed she had needed a bath but still.

She was quite surprised and she blinked, face to face with Drexyll once again, their noses just a space apart and she could feel his breath on her face. Had he been an enemy, she'd have been done for and very much scolded by her uncle. But this was not the case. And she had a weird feeling like Drexyll didn't mean any harm. If anything to play. She didn't mind a little mischief. In fact, she remembered a time when she and Lacri had accomplished something similar, rolling around and laughing.

But neither of them were laughing.

Drexyll was silent too, just staring at her. She wasn't sure how to react, mostly because she was waiting for what he looked like he wanted to say. Certainly there had been a purpose in his actions. So she wanted to hear it. She backed off of him, sitting her rump in the water and staring at him, her breath coming short.

First, he addressed her formally... and asked for an apology. She tilted her head slightly, and her face slowly grew more sombre as he continued, confessing how he felt and the reasons for his recent actions. It was a bold move, but she admired that. And when he was done, a smile came to her lips. Her own heart was pounding, and she was feeling quite nervous, which was extremely strange for her. She never felt nervous. Or at least she told herself that.

She moved toward him once more and licked his cheek, if he allowed. "I like you too, Drexyll." She was so near him. It was strange how she wanted him to touch her. "I'd like to get to know you better." She paused, "And I forgive you for yanking me into the water." She laughed and leaped out, shaking out her fur. "I will say, that you're very confusing. Sometimes, you seem so sure and strong. And then you seem like a silly pup." Another pause and she glanced off slightly, "I've heard love makes one act that way though..." She shrugged, and glanced back. Suddenly she didn't really feel like having a groundhog. She sort of wanted to pay Drexyll back... in a playful way of course.

She sat back slightly, watching Drexyll. It was quite clear she had grown very comfortable around him. "So I propose a game..." she announced, flicking her long tail. She waited for his response, hoping he was interested. If so, she would continue, "The game is..." a pause, "catch me if you can!" With that, she took off with speed and agility. She hoped Drexyll followed.

She would be a white blur among the trees, almost like a ghost, visible then gone. She was heading toward a clearing she knew of, and upon reaching it, she would circle and suddenly turn, waiting for Drexyll. When he was close enough, she would pounce, attempting to tackle him to the ground and if she were successful, she would stand victorious, holding her head and wagging her tail. "Got you!" she would shout with a wide grin. If she were not successful, perhaps they would be caught in a wrestling, rolling, tangle where she struggled to end up on top.

Whichever position they ended in, she would then attempt to lick him again, partially in play, and partially because she liked the stutter in her heart every time she did and she was seeking to feel it again. So much tension, like she felt these strange, unfamiliar urges which she was exploring and yet restraining. She liked this. She liked him. And she wanted to be with him like this.

[Oki]

An intense silence fell between the two after he had pulled her into the water with him. Of course he didn't mean any harm and playful probably wouldn't describe it either. Though he still wanted to be playful with her, though it still had its seriousness to it. Having her this close to him was tantalizing and made his body shake just from the fact he had the one he liked this close and pretty much on top of him! It was almost hard to accept for him. Still having a hold of her paw he pulled her in with, Drexyll felt himself give it a gentle squeeze. Swallowing, a loud gulp could be heard, probably the loudest thing right now.

Drexyll could see how surprised she was. Though after he told her what he wanted, he could see her smile, something that he truly wanted and couldn't ask for anymore from her. A smile slowly turned his lips upward and he was filled with glee, almost wanting to celebrate early, feeling like he was going to pass out from how hard his heart was trying to keep up with his feelings and sensations. Then, he listened to her next words, telling him she liked him back. Imitating what he done earlier, she placed a lick on his cheek in return. Fireworks were going off and he felt like her lick was an electrical shock. "I would love to get to know you better...", he softly replied as he lifted a paw out of the water as she pulled away. By now, some of his actions were involuntary and he felt impulsed to do them. The same paw continued to reach up and he managed to caress her cheek with a claw of his, looking at her as he did so, marveling at her. As his paw fell, he let his paw pads touch one of her peach curled horns, textured in the most unique way.

Following, he pulled himself up and out of the water, standing on a dry spot of land, Drexyll sat and lifted his forepaws. Letting them hang like he was a puppet master, he quickly raised them and all the water that had covered him once before had left his body. Bending it back into the pool, he looked over to Masca and noticed she had already shook herself out, though was still a little damp. Hopping over to her, he stopped at her side, "Princess...if you don't mind..., he gestured the same thing he had just done for himself. If she allowed, he would then hover his paws over her back, trying his hardest not to touch her as it would mess him up. Abruptly lifting his forelegs, the excess water escaped her fur, leaving it fresh and try. He too put that back in the pool. At that time, she told him what she thought of him. Not exactly what he was hoping or thinking of, though he could see why she said that. Drex first just nodded in response, then perked up once she suggested it's probably just because of love. Perhaps that was it, he thought to himself. "A guy's gotta keep things fresh though", he chuckled to reinforce the joke, a little bit of himself returning. Truthfully, he was just nervous around the one he loved and they still didn't know each other fully. Things he felt sure about; others, not so much. However, now feeling like a load of weight has lifted off his shoulders with his confession, he felt those types of things wouldn't happen, at least as much.

Tilting his head slightly, Drexyll wondered about this game, ears perking up. The groundhog has been forgotten about? he assumed. Or perhaps what he told her completely changed her mood and now wanted to play. It was getting interesting to say at the least. His tail flicked around, waiting to hear what kind of game, leaning in a little closer. "The game is..." What what?? Anticipation built up, she was gone in a flash, proclaiming he had to catch her. Jolting up and bounding after her, he called out with laughter, "No fair!" Now with a dopey grin on his muzzle, he fell into a fit of laughter as he chased her in between trees, hopping over fallen logs and massive paws breaking small limbs. Soon enough, a clearing came into view and the night sky had now cast its glow upon them. He soon came to the edge of the forest and the beginning of the clearing and looked up at the sky. The moon was almost full, a waning crescent and there were hardly any clouds and a majority of stars could be seen. Though, to his unknowing, he had put his attention elsewhere and had not noticed Masca's quick turn around. Finally looking away and back in front of him, she had already lunged at him. Startled, he tried to stop but couldn't. Before he knew it, he was on his back, defeated it seemed as the Princess stood above him, proudly proclaiming she had him. Then she followed to bring her head down and lick him more. Playful sensations turned to warm ones that made his skin crawl with excitement. At this time, he would then provide affectionate licks back to her cheek and even a few on her neck if she allowed. Almost reflexively, his tail swished upwards and searched for her own. Once he had, his began to gently wrap around hers if she allowed, having a small grip on it, he would give it a small tug. At the same time, his eyes closed to relish the moment and his forepaws lifted and he placed them softly on her own forelegs. Gripping them gently, he would then allow his claws to tickle her fur and skin as they slowly rubbed up and down.

[Relairah]

"I would love to get to know you better" he had echoed her own words. She giggled at his response, her long tail wagging behind her. She felt like a giddy pup, and was sure if her Uncle... or someone else saw her right now they might be appalled, even scolding of her. But they weren't here. It was just herself and Drexyll. And she was going to do whatever she wanted.

She looked back, her face questioning until he gestured and she smiled and shrugged. "Sure, I wouldn't mind." She was somewhat impressed as he pulled the water out of her coat and placed it back in the pond where it rightfully belonged. Also, she was glad not to be all wet anymore. It just made her fur hang and it made her smell funny. She glanced at him with his response about keeping it fresh. She rolled her eyes slightly, certain there was more to it than that. Still, she assumed that he was telling the truth - to an extent.

It was then she was announcing her game and bounding off into the forest, laughing as he called, "No fair!" chasing after her. He seemed mesmerized by the scenery. Well, good, it was pretty after all. She had often come here in the past, staring up, enjoying time by herself. In fact, this was where she had honed many of her abilities and sharpened many skills. But now was not the time for such and she, of course, had used his distraction to her advantage and she laughed as she found herself on top of him, having successfully maneuvered her tackle. 'You're mine!' she thought in victory, entirely meant in play.

She was a little caught off guard when she felt a light tug on her tail and then the warm sensations as his entwined with hers. The mood went from playful to more serious swiftly and all of a sudden. She wasn't sure quite what to make of it. All of these emotions dancing through her gut and her body was tingling. He was tickling her. She out of nowhere was feeling all these new things.. and urges. She giggled with the tickling and nipped at him lightly.

Then she leaped back. "C'mon, slowpoke! You have yet to catch me," she teased, dancing on her feet as she leaped this way and that. She decided she wasn't ready to get so physical. It was just so new and strange. She wanted to explore it slowly... and not get carried away. Was this what Lacri was like around Ammon? she wondered to herself. She found herself growing more curious then also about her sister's relationship. And also a bit jealous her little sister had discovered this before she had. Oh well, all things come in good time, she supposed. After all... it was sorta her fault Lacrimosa had superseded her anyway. The way she held back, rejecting publicity... when she had been younger.

But that was all aside and in the past. Now was just her and Drexyll and their discoveries of each other. And she wanted to enjoy being with him. For now. Responsibilities would return soon enough. But not this moment. And she continued to call out to Drexyll, challenging him to successfully capture her. Pouncing around the clearing this way and that, eyes alight, tongue lolling, tail wagging.

[Oki]

It was difficult to think that in what felt like so little time that he was this close to the Princess...the Princess! The whole time, it still has yet to full occur to Drexyll that he has fallen in love with one of Princesses of the nation and yet to fathom she's attracted back to him, willing to get to know him and play with him in such a manner. He was sure it was every males intangible dream to mate with the Princess and he was the one who obtained it. Before he had encountered Mascamora, love or having a close female friend wasn't the first thing on his mind. Unlike other males, Drexyll was worried on excelling on his skills and focusing on his family life, becoming the best he could be. Ultimately if this worked out, what would have happened would have been much different. Being fully matured and still a virgin to having an intimate relationship. The way (most of) the world worked, it probably would've been hard for him to find love, even when being able to show his strength. However, being in this spot right now, was more than enough and would never stop wondering what would happen next, and more often than not, the next thing was always better than the last. His Father had told him once that if he were to meet the female, she would be his best friend and his lover. And if she were to be the one, he would say, you two wouldn't be able to part and you two wouldn't be able to stop having a good time with each other. At that point, he realized that was the reason why his Mother and Father got along well. Remembering his Father's words, he wondered if Mascamora was...the one.

Getting a little too far ahead of himself, Drexyll tried to bring himself back into the moment, enjoying as much as he can, senses overwhelming with good feelings. He really wanted to explore them as much as he could, trapped in this wonderland of excitement and warm sensations. Half of the things he done with her in that moment came to him almost instinctively, almost as if the new feelings were guiding him. It was so hard to stop. Yet it was almost hard to decipher between the lines of being playful and dirty were; then again, he didn't know a difference. With the strokes of his claws on her forelegs, he smiled and pulled away and let his head hit the ground below. Masca's giggles made him smile wider, happy to see she was enjoying it as much as he, even nipping him another time. Sighing, he sensed the warm feelings recede, letting them simmer down some as he felt he was about to explode.

Just before Masca leaped off him, he was sure he saw her eyes glimmer. Though really getting a glance, Drexyll was certain it was happiness in its purity...at least that's what he had thought he had seen and even hoped because he was in the same place as she. Though when she bounded off of him and bounced around, he was almost sad she did, wanting to see if he could explore. But perhaps she didn't? the male thought to himself. After all, he was the one persuing her, he shouldn't just risk violating her just to experience more of these feelings. Sort of reluctant to do so, he held himself back and watched her bounce on her paws, deciding not to get so physical prematurely. Still lying on his back, he tilted his head to the side with a smile as his eyes followed her. "Catch you?...I think I like the view from down here better", he teased in return.

Weird how Masca was reflecting upon her family at this time, Drexyll was comparing a lot of things between now and what he knew about his siblings and parents. He was almost thinking heuristically at this point, judging what move he will make next, what he will say and how he'll react. Drexyll didn't want to mess anything up from here on out. Going from his parents to his siblings, he couldn't remember if his brothers had a relationship as they never talked about it...they were rarely home for that matter. His sister on the other hand, he could overhear conversations between her and his mother, talking about her relationship. Sometimes she would be happy to tell their mother her stories, other times, his sister would be upset and ask their mother for advice. Despite that, he knew they were still together so he wondered how they acted towards each other to stay together for so long. Was it similar to how he and Masca were getting along? Then it dawned upon him, what would his sister think of this, let alone his parents? Pushing from his mind, he wouldn't tell everyone, keeping it a secret until the time was right.

Blinking, Masca was still leaping from side to side and bouncing around him. It wasn't even a few seconds after he had teased her back when Drexyll made his move. Pushing with his tail, the male rolled backwards and onto all fours. Crouching low, he had a devious smile as he sized up his pounce. Ice blue eyes flashing, he called out, "Here I come!", with that he jumped at her. He didn't expect to catch her that easily as he missed. Laughing, he turned and ran after her. The night feeling as young as ever, he continued to run after her, "Oh no! I am the mighty Druin and I shall catch my prey! Hehehehe!", he momentarily took a hunting persona, followed by more laughter. With every approach, he teased with a little nip at her tail, seeing if he could catch hold. Eventually, he made one final leap after many failed attempts and was just above her, for sure this time he would get her.

If he would, Drexyll would have finally caught her and they would roll around until they both stopped, this time him on top. Lowering his head so their noses almost touched, he would then grin, eyes shining with amusement. "Gotcha!...And now that I've got you, what shall I do now?", he winked at her, only teasing more.

[Relairah]

Unlike Drexyll's family, Masca had no examples of mates who had been together for ages past to demonstrate what love should be like and give advice. Her family history was full of deaths, betrayals, rapes, broken hearts, and revenge. If Drexyll were to ask her about it, she wouldn't even know where to start. There was Tartarus, Requj, Diabol, each of he latter's pups, Endymion, Moria... the list went on. That she knew of, Lacri had been the first to find a mate as true as she knew Ammon to be and she truly wished the best for the both of them. That the bad history would not continue but change with the current Emperor and Empress. And perhaps with her as well. She had a feeling like Drexyll was different from many other Druins. Druin males. Somehow, he was more sincere, more straightforward. He wasn't secretly plotting how to lead her into a false sense of security and then take advantage. At least she didn't get that impression.

No this was purely innocence and discovery. The two of them learning something new and wanting to explore it, testing their limits yet still wondering just what the correct boundaries were. And oh how she tingled and her heart raced each time their eyes met or their bodies touched in some fashion. But yet no matter how much different thoughts crossed her mind she would do anything farther than what they had already simply because they were only in the beginnings now and she must get to know him better. She must gradually reach the point where she was comfortable with anything more than touches and licks.

So that is why she danced around the clearing, taunting him to catch her, if he could. She snorted when he said he liked the view down there better and scoffed, "Yea, probably just cause you'd rather stay down there than get defeated by a female again!" She laughed and leaped away. "Ooh, he gets up," she teased as he suddenly got on all fours and came after her. She giggled and squealed as they pounced this way and that, narrowly avoiding as he tried to tackle her again and again and then prancing away with each time she successfully avoided him, "Is that all you got? C'mon now! Catch me!" she would tease.

She squealed when she felt him nip her tail and leaped away, releasing a playful growl. He was getting close, and she knew it would be any moment now. She dashed this way and that, zigzagging some and then leaping across, but finally, she felt it when she faltered, and down she went, both of them in a tumble until she was staring up in his face, her heart racing. She gave a wolfish grin when he announced his victory and then wondered what would happen next.

"I suppose the mighty Druin has indeed caught his prey..." she mockingly imitated, and then began to squirm as if trying to escape. "Better be careful or the prey will get away," she said mischievously. It was then an idea came to her and she calmed slightly, reaching her tail around to entwine with his, letting her paw stroke his side and leg if he allowed. She would try and nuzzle her nose into the fur of his neck and lick at his cheek and his chin. Upon doing this, she would attempt to push at him, hoping her affections had distracted him enough for her to slip away. But who knew if it would actually work...

[Oki]

Ever since meeting Mascamora and knowing who she was, he has always figured they came from completely different backgrounds, different upbringings and completely different in every aspect. He had believed that his infatuation with her would only be that much and nothing more and could have never fathomed that he would be in the situation he was in now. One would assume they could never get along, but seeing them now, it might be hard to still believe that. Even Drexyll thought that, but still pressed on and tried to win her over, despite the warnings. It would be quite the time to actually sit down with each other and talk so they could get to know each other better in that aspect. But they were too busy exploring with each other and that subject was nowhere near his train of thought. Hell, he couldn't even get passed his current train of thought, let alone think of something else in general.

It felt as if nothing else was happening to Drexyll as they played in the clearing, chasing each other, running from each other, laughing and having pure unadulterated fun...at least for the time being. New feelings and sensations arose as they continued, not wanting it to stop and not knowing if they could. A cold tingle would shoot through his body whenever they touched and he could feel his body warm whenever he looked at her. It was a wonder how she could change the temperatures in his body, Drexyll thought. Each time they came together and with each moment that went by, he felt the need to try something new and test each other's boundaries. He wanted to see what he could and could not do. After all, they just found out about each other and she has still yet to express her love for him. Though, he could tell that she liked him in that way. Yet part of him wanted her to say it to him. He just hoped that she did soon. It would give him a reassurance and he would feel more confident around her. However, for the time being, they enjoyed each other's company, feelings and touches. Drexyll almost felt his body weaken as he neared Masca, the anticipation of licking and sniffing her fur again was almost overwhelming.

Before he knew it, he had caught her and has caught his prey. They were sent tumbling over each other and finally they both stopped with him laying on top of her. Shaking his head, he had proclaimed his capture with pride. Looking at her for a moment, heart racing and breathing heavy, his tongue was hanging below his chin. Wondering what would come next, he asked his next question. He grinned devilishly when she imitated what he asked her and nodded. Feeling movement, it felt like she was trying to get away. "Oh no...never shall my prey escape", he added in a playful evil laugh at the end. Out of reflex, he wrapped his forelegs around her, placing them under her own and around her chest area. "Nope, you're not going anywhere my prey", Drexyll made another bad evil laugh at the end, trying to hold her down though not trying to hold to tightly so he wouldn't hurt her. But quickly, she calmed and he was still laughing from the play. Though as he felt a warmth on his tail and sides, he calmed as well and she continued with nuzzling her nose into the fur of his neck. A shiver swept up and down his spine as she did this. A deep content hum resonated in his throat as she did this, and his head lowered a little to rub his nose on her cheek. Another shiver ran up and down his body before he could feel a push. Realizing she was trying to get away again, he chuckled, "I know what you're up to and you're not getting away from me....I don't ever want to let go", he spoke the last statement into her ear softly, hoping she caught what he truly meant. Perhaps his sweet nature would persuade her otherwise so she wouldn't run quite yet. He would wait and see as he nuzzled his nose against her ear.

[Relairah]

She was giggling madly as she was pinned beneath him, talking about how she was his 'prey' and how she would never escape. Actually, if one thought about it they would be quite appalled. A Princess behaving in such a manner, allowing herself to be called 'prey' was absurd let alone bending and lying in such a submissive position beneath a subject. But her position wasn't really in her mind at this point. Besides, she had demonstrated her own capability before. This was just puppy fun.

In any case, her escape attempt failed, and she couldn't help the slight pout, though put on, which came to her face when he caught on to what she was trying and then began speaking in her ear. If she were human, her cheeks would have turned rosy pink at what he said and she was still for a moment. She did understand what he meant. It was amazing how two could become so enamored with each other so quickly. So ready to take on the world and become two. Perhaps naive. But there are plenty of relationships that take their time, and plenty that don't.

She smiled up at him, her bi-colored eyes shining. Her heart was racing in her chest, partially from running around, partially from the heat of the moment. She realized she genuinely wanted to be with him. And not in that physical presence way. She wanted him as her companion. And she knew he wanted the same. But they had only known each other a short time. Still, it wasn't like she would really be surprising anyone. She had always been the odd one in the family. Why not be so now as well? She was her own Druiness, afterall.

She reached a paw up to bat at him playfully and shook her head. "Is that so, hunter?" She paused, looking up at him. "So... if the prey can't escape, what then are you going to do with her?" Mascamora watched him expectantly, baited to hear his answer. Her long ears were forward, and she was still, just waiting. She felt excitement coursing through her, and she wasn't sure why but she felt all sorts of sensations, suddenly desiring whatever he might do.

[Oki]

Oh sure, if anyone were to walk in on them and come upon their play, they would have so many questions. Calling the Princess 'prey' would be demeaning in every way...that is if that's the only thing they noticed. Doubtingly it would be, so many things would be seen wrong between the two of them and yet, felt so right between himself and Masca. They weren't thinking of their separate social ranks or backgrounds or who they were for that matter. This was a moment of how two Druins came together with more intimacy and exploring it for the first time, their innocence making them naive towards the subject of sensual intimacy. Drexyll knew hardly anything himself and never really asked anyone, even his parents. Well, actually...recalling upon this one time a few months ago he had overheard his sister talking about it and then some time later he came to his parents about it. They remained vague with him, much to Drexyll's unknowing, and decided they would tell more later. He knew he came from his parents, but Drexyll only knew little of how or what the behaviors were. He wasn't sure of what Mascamora knew either, but he thought she had more of an idea than what he had. Dismissing the whole thing from his mind before he felt the urge to explore it with her, he tried to calm his heart some.

Not really thinking of the future, Drexyll just had this feeling of close connections with Mascamora. He truly didn't want her to leave him and never come back or to never experience this much closeness ever again with her. This is how every interaction he wanted to have with her, so soft, warm, yet exciting and happy. He wanted her as his forever companion. Their progression may have been quick, yes, but some couples take less time while others a while. Drexyll just supposed it was the former for the two of them, a little surprised at the fact himself.

Licking at her ear a few more times, he felt her move and lifted his head. Involuntarily he allowed his nose to run from her cheek, down her muzzle and her nose. It felt as if he knew what he was doing, but he knew he never experienced anything like this before. Seeing her smile, Drexyll smiled right back, icey-blue eyes shining back into hers. He could feel her heart drum against his chest, as he was sure she could feel the same with his. His heartbeat was so intense in fact, it made his breathing choppy and hitch, overwhelmed with excitement. Drexyll slowly nodded his head as she asked her first question, letting his tongue poke out from between his lips to touch her nose. It darted back in before she ended her pause with another question. "What was he going to do with her?", he felt a hot wave start from his face and go down his body. What was she expecting? He had no idea. Watching her, ideas came into his mind...most inappropriate while some, not as much. He wish he knew what was ok to say. Continuing to look into her eyes, his mouth opened to say something, "...Whenever a hunter catches his prey...he has a taste, no?", he had asked without expecting an answer. And instead of allowing her time to answer, his head lowered as his eyes drooped shut, brushing his nose and lips against hers; his warm breath flowing over her whiskers. The warmth and fuzziness of the tip of her muzzle was tantalizing and he pressed his lips onto hers again if she allowed. If she had, he would continue these motions, becoming more passionate with each time. Perhaps even he would flick his tongue against one of her lips, seeing how she would respond. [/size]

[Relairah]

Her breath was coming short, panting. Now from his nuzzles of affection and each lick or caress he issued to her. Similarly to himself, it was like her instincts told her what to do, what she wanted, though perhaps she did know more than he did. It was all new, and she was exploring it too. But she wasn't as naive as he was. Still, she hardly thought they were going anywhere near that level of intimacy. Not yet, anyway.

Aside from that, she was enjoying the moment and each sensation that flowed through her. She gave him a curious look at his question and shrugged in agreement. What met her next made her flush with warmth and excitement, new urges arising. She felt hot and shaky and nervous and overwhelmed and overjoyed all at the same time. Her stomach was all twisted and her heart skipped several beats, her breath coming even shorter if that was even possible.

He broke away for a moment, her eyes opening slightly, speechless. Then he continued and she welcomed it, licking at him also. Oh she wanted this to last forever. Such a ridiculous thought, but true nevertheless.

She brushed her paw against him, urging him on, eager to feel whatever sensations would come next.

Meanwhile, unaware to the two of them, so caught up in each other, was the presence of a third party member. He had only recently arrived on the scene, but of course the two's antics had caught his attention and having stopped and investigated, what met his eyes was somewhat of a surprise. Uncertain whether to stay and see what would happen, run off and pretend he didn't see anything, or run and report it, he was frozen, and finally his eyes narrowed. Who exactly was this bastard who had his paws all over Princess Mascamora? No, no, this wouldn't do! He slunk off, a smirk on his lips, a plan forming in his devious mind.

[Oki]

The night air became warm with intensity and sensual exploration. It only surrounded their forms as they lied there in the grass together. Drexyll could feel his body heat up and almost to the point of overwhelmingly hot. Every moment that passed it felt like his heart was going to pop out of his chest. The warmth of her lips against his made his breath hitch and his whiskers tickle. Shortly, he pulled away and cracked his eyes open took look at her. He wondered if she was going to respond, though with that look in her eye, he knew she liked it. Forcing his eyelids shut once more, he pressed his lips onto hers once more and 'kissed' her repeatedly, flicking his tongue against one of her lips from time to time.

Feeling pressure put back onto his own, Drexyll allow the passion of the display of their affections for one another to grow if she allowed. Though, not really sure what he was doing, he improvised as he went. He could feel her tongue press against his own lips and he could feel something like an electric shock against each time she did so. Though one time when he went to brush his tongue against her lip again, he felt it brush against something warm and wet. Finding it to be her tongue, he pushed on it to tease her, seeing if she liked it because he knew he did...quite a lot actually.

Much to their unknowing, a figure has been spying upon them. They seemed to have just happened upon their affections and spied to gather information. Before staying too long, they scurried away to formulate their own plan. However, Drexyll had not heard a thing, too caught up in his exploration of his new found love.

By now the third party figure had disappeared and Drexyll and Mascamora were alone once more. Really wanting the 'kisses
to last as long as they could, he felt his lips becoming a little numb and eventually and softly pulled himself away from Masca. His eyes slowly opened to look at her. His breathing was deep as if he was running for miles on end and he swallowed numerous times, his mouth dry. A huge smile came across his face as he looked at her and even managed a couple chuckles, overly giddy. By this time, he had pulled his fore arms from around her and places both of them around her head. One was cupped under her cheek as the other's claws combed through her long fur and caressed once of her horns. "Wow! Princess...that was amazing and so wonderful..., he calmed himself a little before he continued, "...Your taste is much of that of your scent...sweet yet a little sharp in the beginning that mellows out with more exposure and deep with many underlying components..." Oh how he wanted more, but at least he allowed himself another soft caressing lick over her lips if she allowed, "...You're perfect in every way", he said softly, pressing his nose on hers.

[Relairah]

Mascamora sighed, enjoying the 'kisses' as much as he was, if not more. It was fun and exciting, all these sensations. Whatever he tried, she entertained, licking, pushing back, anything. She was unaware how much time had passed, only aware of Drexyll, and that was all.

She could've sworn she heard a rustle in the bushes for an instant, and her ear flicked in that direction, her eyes glancing over nervously while Drexyll's eyes were close. But seeing nothing there, she glared for a moment, then closed her eyes once more and turned back to Drexyll. He seemed like he hadn't noticed anything at all. Perhaps a bit of paranoia had crept in. It was because of her ceaseless training in the past. But maybe she'd just imagined it. There couldn't be anyone anyway, right? It was just her and Drexyll and their happiness.

It was then Drexyll was pulling back and saying something and she blushed, grinning slightly. She wasn't really sure how to respond to something like that. "Thank you, Drexyll.." she murmured softly. Then, "I didn't want you to stop..." a slight pout came to her face and she licked at his cheek, enjoying the feel of his breath on her face.

[Oki]

Drexyll had become tired all of a sudden. Perhaps it was all the excitement and sensations that were stimulating his body. The overwhelming flow of hormones caused his body to feel tired and fatigued momentarily, especially after their discovery of the "kiss". Heart thumping hard and fast as ever, Drexyll felt his body somewhat rest on hers and go a little limp, thought it wasn't his intention. His chest and belly brushing up against hers; their scales sliding over each others. He still kept his weight up, not wanting to crush her, though he soon came to realize what he was doing and wanted to see how Masca would respond to it. After he had nuzzled his nose against hers, he allowed his head to lower some against the side of hers and rubbed his cheek on hers in an affectionate way. Pressing his nose onto her neck once more, he inhaled deeply and let it back out through his nose, his breath warm. He hummed contently at the fragrant scent she had.

While he had moved to rest his head on hers, he heard her thank him and he raised his head back up when she spoke to him. He smiled back at her and bumped his nose on hers once more to let her know he acknowledged her. Then she said something unexpected. She wanted more? Drexyll's ears warmed with excitement and he was amused by her pouty face. As she pushed out her lower lip, he came in to put his own lips around it. Looking at her as he did this, he was curious as to how she was going to respond. He slowly began to pull on it testingly. After a short moment of doing this, Drexyll then pushed his muzzle onto hers once more and inhaled deeply from the rush. Closing his eyes, his forepaws cradled her head just under her horns once more. He repeated the same actions as before, pushing his tongue onto her lips and giving suction at the end of each buss.

It may be odd for two Druins to be "kissing", as their lips are bigger and are unable to wrap around the other's lips. However, for as stimulating and exciting as it is, it seems that both Drexyll and Mascamora have figured a way to cope with these downfalls and use them to their advantage. After another round of their affectionate lip locking, he waited this time until she was ready to break away. A she did so, and just before she got too far away, Drexyll poked his tongue out to lick at her lips, then at his own to mop up the saliva. His breath heavy, he smiled at Mascamora more, his happiness unexplainable.

Having thought about it for a little while, he finally thought that perhaps now wouldn't hurt to try. Lowering his head to her ear again, he hoped she didn't find offense to what he was about to say. "Would her highness mind if I only referred her to her given name...I even have a nickname in mind", he murmured into her ear lovingly, running his nose up and down the edge of her ear. He hoped she obliged as he did feel a little odd naming her formally all the time...especially with the situation they were in. Their mutual consent wasn't fully mutual he felt as when he named her formally, it made him feel inferior. It's true that's because she's the princess and he was a loyal subject...but if they were to become companions and even potentially even mates, he felt they needed to be on a similar level with one another.

[Relairah]

Mascamora sighed as he was laying on her, near her. Her breath came short, somewhat, and she couldn't help nuzzling against him, loving the feel of warmth between the two of them. She was glad for a break.. and she was also glad when he continued, enjoying each part and each moment. She pushed back, her paws toying with his fur, tangling in his Druin mane.

He stopped again, drawing close to her ear. His breath tickled on her skin as it blew the fur this way and that. She smiled at his request. "I suppose... but on one condition. What is this nickname you have for me?" she asked, curious, eyes shining.

She paused, waiting for his response, thinking she had her own nickname for him in mind as well...