Black Ice
The moon was full, as it became every month, and Umbreon gazed upon it as he ate the last of his late meal. Its visible face quite distracted him, bright and whole, but not just because it was a nice sight. Oh, goodness no. Tonight was a regular thing.
From a scruffy Eevee he had become a fine, smooth beast of a Pokemon, melding wonderfully into the niche between the bright moonshine on his head, his back, his tail.. and the deep darkness that usurped his legs, his face, and his belly. Only the shiny rings served to separate him from shadow; since his evolution, he had chosen solitude, hunting and sleeping amidst the wild grasses. His lifestyle had sculpted him a good, sinewy body, with tall and vigilant ears. Not a slick patch of fur misplaced, Umbreon's eyes held the most constant colour, between chocolate and blood. Young eyes they were though, soft and whole like the moon he watched, but deep and steely, filled with some undefinable feeling.
He was in a place overgrown, with greenery up and above him, and long grass down and below him; a spot from where he could see the edge of the lake ahead, but not be visible from it, and that was exactly what he wanted. Here, he would blend seamlessly into the inky blackness, and here in this cool night air, he could watch.
She came towards the open ground near the lake quite suddenly, her grace and silence such that Umbreon did not spot her until she was almost down, wings swiping the air to bring her down gently upon the ground. First taken by surprise, and then by desire, he beheld the return of the ice goddess, Articuno.
In the dark moonlight she shone like a gentle figure cast in crystal. Tall and supple, her great wings shone like snowflakes, her plumage twinkling from soft and delicate, to sharp and majestic. Her crafted talons gleamed formidably within the grass, and her brow was flecked with beads of ice; she was cute even in her deep breaths, resting from her flight. Her long tail-feathers curled behind her, dignified and splendorous. The perfect beak touched lake water as she drank, and her eyes waylaid the world nearby; this familiar place. Every bit of light blue upon her feathered form sparkled differently, darkness and moonlight intertwining and playing so vividly over her that Umbreon would continually wonder if this was his dream. Ah, such a beautiful dream the ice-bird would be, his forepaw coming up so that in his vision, the side of an oversized tender claw stroked a wing of the large bird.
It would never be; Articuno was a titan, a force of nature, and Umbreon was young and fleeting. He did not choose to dwell on that, though his paw stayed out for a few minutes anyway, as if he might somehow be able to claim her. Immediately, the fantasies began in earnest, and a smile crept upon his face. In his mind, he was wrapped in wings, allowing his paws to explore her body, watching her beautiful loving eyes. In actuality, he sat up and placed both of his forepaws between his legs, eyes flickering and tail wagging as he began to massage himself.
Articuno continued in her bathing ritual, using the lake to calling forth flecks of ice and rain them down on herself, tossing her wings back and shaking about under the spray, moisture smoothing back her unkempt, glittery feathers. Umbreon watched, the pads upon his paws rubbing over his silky groin, pressing at his sheath and around the base of his visible cock, coercing it out some more before using both paws to rub directly along it, base to tip. Deep warmth gripped him, and the urge to purr surfaced in his throat. He bit his tongue, smiling still at the world - and especially at his exquisite Articuno.
She began to work her wings, effortlessly pushing at the air, making a loud throaty noise to show her presence. Umbreon felt his cheeks fluster in admiration, wriggling further down, making himself a bit smaller. As the dark Pokemon continued to stroke his arousal his ears flopped back, rings shining and pulsing slowly. With icy wings firmly nestled in his fantasies, he looked to his cock and leant forwards, curling up almost double and licking his own tip, drawing that slightly raspy tongue across it. Closing his eyes, he leaned forwards and took himself into his own muzzle, breathing deeply through his nose. Curled up, sucking himself off, Umbreon rocked back and forth lightly, tongue wrapping around his cock and licking further, making him clench up tighter. His thoughts became more vivid as his arousal became stronger; wiggling and drifting into thoughtless enjoyment, tail lowering and legs spreading out. He imagined the Articuno beneath him, his claws over her frame while he penetrated as fully as he could, rocking back and forth more furiously. Umbreon's autofellatio was the common end to his voyeurism, and he felt his eventual climax begin to build within. She was his beautiful ice bird, in scent and sound and sight, and he tensed and held his eyes shut, striving for that self-pleasure, the orgasm at the end of the tunnel.
Only to be suddenly lifted out of his hiding spot, eyes flicking openly, surprise breaking the spell. Heavy breaths followed, and he freed his muzzle and twitched, a little giddy. Umbreon and his stiff erection then faced Articuno - up close. Her breath was cold and her look was quite unrevealing, beak closed and eyes moving up and down him. As her eyes bore down he blushed strongly, suddenly caught between fear and passion. He wanted her, and yet he was stuck here; what could he do? Umbreon attempted to form sounds, but was halted at once when the icy bird lifted him up and closed her beak gently over his cock.
Shock and horniness kept him quiet then, but as the enigmatic Articuno began to lick him, he started to writhe; she was cold, he was warm! He whined, biting his tongue and flailing, though she kept him held. The confusion of sensations over his sensitive penis threw him into ecstacy, Umbreon feeling himself stuck on the edge of climax, his resolution being drawn out cruelly and wonderfully, his eyes rolling back into his head. The Pokemon's tail and ears went limp, fur ruffled by the icy cool breaths. Articuno's tongue coiled and provided necessary suction, generously pleasuring him as he fought to be allowed to finish. It was quite overwhelming, his eyes open, taking in the scene with gasps. An orgasm rocked him, Umbreon letting out a carnal cry and bracing his ears, but the ice bird's mouth grew suddenly cold and she stopped her tongue.
The dark-type was entirely braced for blowing his load, but found himself quite unable to, though the waves of orgasmic quicksilver raged throughout his body, making him shudder. Here, embraced by beauty itself, he felt as he never had before, eyes open. The feelings were fading, only they were replaced by yet more, and midnight paws clung to shiny feathers as Umbreon was driven to start grinding his stiff cock against her smoothened, moist chest-feathers. Articuno was still wet from the bathing, but she smiled a knowledgeable, expert smile. The bird held him and allowed him to stimulate himself on her, even going so far as allowing him to lean his head up and kiss her beak. With eyes half-closed, his tongue snaked around hers, tail wagging behind, its fur floofed out in elation. This young adult was quite beautiful, she noticed, both in his gaunt appearance and the unpracticed sexual steps he took; slow, like the virgin that he clearly was.
Umbreon naively gripped her as best his paws could, mussing up her feathers with his warm cock and making the occasional sound, between a whimper and a triumphant cry, muzzle pulled into an expression of sheer bliss. Again, he twisted and his tail cut the air in a whirling blitz of orgasm, sucking in deep breaths. Umbreon rubbed his cock hard upon her chest, his supple and shining form moving up and down, achieving a sensual height he had never tasted before. Still Articuno went cold under him, blowing icy air down his front; still she denied him the right to finish, as she guided him back down from his sexual peak. He growled at her then, torn between love and hate, his emotional response making him shudder and shiver against her cool body. Love for this unbelievable turn of events, for her amazing touch and practice; hate for her grand teasing and his inability to finish, to spill seed on this crystal body. His eyes met hers again; wide, shocked. This, his Articuno, every feather perfect, shining like the dawn as he shone like the dusk, her look one of contentment - but not of this erotic pleasure that he radiated. With his stiff erection still raging between his legs, Umbreon knew he must fulfil her.
She had enjoyed this darkling enough now, she thought. Watching and feeling him squirm under her touches, his ring markings glowing, it made her smile. But the night grew short, and her tail feathers swayed as she placed Umbreon down on the ground, his accusing eyes meeting her own gaze. He brushed against her legs thereafter, nibbling fondly at the plumage down her, though Articuno lifted her wings and turned about, disinterestedly. It was a snub that caused a confused, unsure growl as she flapped, putting herself only slightly into the air. However, he jumped her in pursuit, paws pressing on wings as she fell back to the ground with a light thud, driven by instinctual need and his great desire to soil this beautiful, legendary tease.
She was slightly stunned and surprised by this - it had been a long time since anyone struck her, in honesty she had not expected it. To Articuno, it was unbelievable that this brutish Umbreon would dare to attempt to subdue her, the queen of ice, so readily! This smooth young Pokemon, who had since turned around, showing his rump shamelessly to her. Imp! A cold rage began to freeze within her, only to melt as his licking tongue slid shamelessly over her sensitive spots, lapping and tending to her clitoris. She could have flinched; she could have lifted him off with ease. Articuno did neither of these things, her wings falling loose as her head drifted back, feathers fanning out on the ground. And Umbreon settled again, warm black silken fur against his ice maiden's crystal plumage, and he pleasured her.
She fought the feelings, closing her glassy eyes and silvery beak, tensing as the other Pokemon's nibbles and licks continued to work on her. Her lower body shivered and rippled, and the dark-type spread himself out to caress her feathers with light touches, shining claws combing a path against her. All he did was stimulate her, feeling her clit swell gently against his tongue; his fuzzy forepaws pressed lovingly either side of his muzzle, moving with claws dipped, sensual and slow. Icy words did not form to stop him as her mind filled with feelings of lust, of want, instinctual desire against her will. Umbreon's own arousal remained untouched yet warm against her chest, and Articuno realised in a flash of passion that he loved her; that this was all just for her. So disappeared her resistance like melting ice, as she looked up and sweetly cooed to him, brushing a wing over his back and leaving a trail of icy sparkles.
Umbreon stopped and craned his head, crooning an affectionate reply, and he turned around to lay upon his larger dame's sensuous body, muzzle meeting beak in a curious and delicious kiss, as the two of them squirmed against one another. His shining tail slid down her belly and rubbed against her clit and vulva, making Articuno shudder and pull wings around him, shiny and moist. Cool but not frigid, she was as a feathery bed of velvet, his arousal caught between their bellies. With feathers ticking, she slid him back and forth, causing a shivery purr from the sparkling Umbreon. His eyes gazed into hers before he braced cutely, grinding repeatedly against the ice bird, quickening his pace against her soft body. That tail of his wagged and twitched absently between her legs, and she cooed to him again and began licking his maw with that arctic tongue. Umbreon felt himself sinking into wonderful, instinctual lust again and he let himself go, growling and clutching her, pressing hard and tight against his darling Articuno. His paws clutched and his tail pleasured, and she blushed coldly; here she felt quite powerless, but it was so liberating and free all at once, she couldn't mask the enjoyment from her face.
With deep, possessive growls and open, shiny, seductive eyes, Umbreon moved backwards under his queen's wings and forced his erection into her, warm and stiff against her moist inner. She buckled and cried at the air, eyes wide and unexpecting; when he began to pump against her, Articuno fell quiet and rested back, shivery and cold and completely at his whim. She was his, he was claiming her. As he rubbed up and down inside, she felt relaxed, fulfilled, accepting. So keen to dismiss the young Umbreon, she with her silky feathers and glassy demeanour - and he with his desire and his love, and those beautiful eyes; his want for her. Once she realised she wanted him just as much, a blossoming and shivery warmth took her from inside outwards, and Articuno began to orgasm.
The warm, sexual fire raced through Umbreon's body as he squirmed and worked against her, pressed right up inside, held tightly as he ravaged his lady. He was hot and slick now from top to tail, moisture from the ice bird's plumage only added to his dark allure. Here with his dam, he tensed and arched, tail and ears stiff. The end was nigh, a rushing anticipation swarming over every fibre of his being. With claws down against her, his rhythmic sliding pushing ever faster, he growled as he felt himself start to pulse. Opening his eyes he looked upon Articuno, watching his love's quiet stillness and the deep, affectionate, quiescent smile on her beak, and at that point he knew his success. Umbreon clung tightly and whined loudly, orgasm flooding through him and out into the ice bird's tight, warm pussy. Several pumps came as he loaded his seed into her, his dark tongue dangling out of his mouth as he arched backwards, riding the euphoria. Spent, he rested forwards, paws ahead, stroking softly at plumage as he lay there, Articuno's winged embrace coming up around him. She smiled affectionately, cooing glad feelings at her wonderful partner, and letting him rest.
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Umbreon awoke under the pale glint of dawn light, cool and lightly sodden with dew. He was within a bush, and quickly he gathered himself awake and crawled out through the leaves, fine paws pushing and moving along until he was back outside, under the sky once more. The air around was quiet, the lake still, and the sinking worry came upon him that the previous night had been a dream. Dismay, as those ears dropped, and he sulked his way to the water's edge. Cold, still, shiny. Then, a nudge from behind him sent him up and in with a surprised yelp and a wet splash. Umbreon's world was bubbles for a moment, and he instantly reacted to swim back above surface.
Her smiling face grinned back at him, Articuno holding a taloned foot out and looking guilty. She sparkled once more, having bathed again before the dawn; his wonderful queen looked even more radiant in the daytime. He dragged himself out of the water, fur slick and heavy, shaking his tail off before the large cold wings came and acted as towels for him, rubbing him and making him shiver with a light purr. Umbreon now no longer had the scent of last night's enjoyment drenched throughout his fur, and Articuno was quite happy to rest him on her back, spreading wings out and shaking them off. He felt himself jostle a bit, arms hanging on around and against her back as the wind rushed past. She beat her wings heftily, and left the ground behind. After all, she did have other places to see in her monthly travels, and she had been delayed more than usual. Not that Articuno minded, leaning back to nuzzle her surprised lover. He kissed her beak deeply, affectionate eyes watching hers; as she flew them along, Umbreon rather felt he could get used to this...Chapter End Notes:I hope that was as much fun to read as it was to write. :
From a scruffy Eevee he had become a fine, smooth beast of a Pokemon, melding wonderfully into the niche between the bright moonshine on his head, his back, his tail.. and the deep darkness that usurped his legs, his face, and his belly. Only the shiny rings served to separate him from shadow; since his evolution, he had chosen solitude, hunting and sleeping amidst the wild grasses. His lifestyle had sculpted him a good, sinewy body, with tall and vigilant ears. Not a slick patch of fur misplaced, Umbreon's eyes held the most constant colour, between chocolate and blood. Young eyes they were though, soft and whole like the moon he watched, but deep and steely, filled with some undefinable feeling.
He was in a place overgrown, with greenery up and above him, and long grass down and below him; a spot from where he could see the edge of the lake ahead, but not be visible from it, and that was exactly what he wanted. Here, he would blend seamlessly into the inky blackness, and here in this cool night air, he could watch.
She came towards the open ground near the lake quite suddenly, her grace and silence such that Umbreon did not spot her until she was almost down, wings swiping the air to bring her down gently upon the ground. First taken by surprise, and then by desire, he beheld the return of the ice goddess, Articuno.
In the dark moonlight she shone like a gentle figure cast in crystal. Tall and supple, her great wings shone like snowflakes, her plumage twinkling from soft and delicate, to sharp and majestic. Her crafted talons gleamed formidably within the grass, and her brow was flecked with beads of ice; she was cute even in her deep breaths, resting from her flight. Her long tail-feathers curled behind her, dignified and splendorous. The perfect beak touched lake water as she drank, and her eyes waylaid the world nearby; this familiar place. Every bit of light blue upon her feathered form sparkled differently, darkness and moonlight intertwining and playing so vividly over her that Umbreon would continually wonder if this was his dream. Ah, such a beautiful dream the ice-bird would be, his forepaw coming up so that in his vision, the side of an oversized tender claw stroked a wing of the large bird.
It would never be; Articuno was a titan, a force of nature, and Umbreon was young and fleeting. He did not choose to dwell on that, though his paw stayed out for a few minutes anyway, as if he might somehow be able to claim her. Immediately, the fantasies began in earnest, and a smile crept upon his face. In his mind, he was wrapped in wings, allowing his paws to explore her body, watching her beautiful loving eyes. In actuality, he sat up and placed both of his forepaws between his legs, eyes flickering and tail wagging as he began to massage himself.
Articuno continued in her bathing ritual, using the lake to calling forth flecks of ice and rain them down on herself, tossing her wings back and shaking about under the spray, moisture smoothing back her unkempt, glittery feathers. Umbreon watched, the pads upon his paws rubbing over his silky groin, pressing at his sheath and around the base of his visible cock, coercing it out some more before using both paws to rub directly along it, base to tip. Deep warmth gripped him, and the urge to purr surfaced in his throat. He bit his tongue, smiling still at the world - and especially at his exquisite Articuno.
She began to work her wings, effortlessly pushing at the air, making a loud throaty noise to show her presence. Umbreon felt his cheeks fluster in admiration, wriggling further down, making himself a bit smaller. As the dark Pokemon continued to stroke his arousal his ears flopped back, rings shining and pulsing slowly. With icy wings firmly nestled in his fantasies, he looked to his cock and leant forwards, curling up almost double and licking his own tip, drawing that slightly raspy tongue across it. Closing his eyes, he leaned forwards and took himself into his own muzzle, breathing deeply through his nose. Curled up, sucking himself off, Umbreon rocked back and forth lightly, tongue wrapping around his cock and licking further, making him clench up tighter. His thoughts became more vivid as his arousal became stronger; wiggling and drifting into thoughtless enjoyment, tail lowering and legs spreading out. He imagined the Articuno beneath him, his claws over her frame while he penetrated as fully as he could, rocking back and forth more furiously. Umbreon's autofellatio was the common end to his voyeurism, and he felt his eventual climax begin to build within. She was his beautiful ice bird, in scent and sound and sight, and he tensed and held his eyes shut, striving for that self-pleasure, the orgasm at the end of the tunnel.
Only to be suddenly lifted out of his hiding spot, eyes flicking openly, surprise breaking the spell. Heavy breaths followed, and he freed his muzzle and twitched, a little giddy. Umbreon and his stiff erection then faced Articuno - up close. Her breath was cold and her look was quite unrevealing, beak closed and eyes moving up and down him. As her eyes bore down he blushed strongly, suddenly caught between fear and passion. He wanted her, and yet he was stuck here; what could he do? Umbreon attempted to form sounds, but was halted at once when the icy bird lifted him up and closed her beak gently over his cock.
Shock and horniness kept him quiet then, but as the enigmatic Articuno began to lick him, he started to writhe; she was cold, he was warm! He whined, biting his tongue and flailing, though she kept him held. The confusion of sensations over his sensitive penis threw him into ecstacy, Umbreon feeling himself stuck on the edge of climax, his resolution being drawn out cruelly and wonderfully, his eyes rolling back into his head. The Pokemon's tail and ears went limp, fur ruffled by the icy cool breaths. Articuno's tongue coiled and provided necessary suction, generously pleasuring him as he fought to be allowed to finish. It was quite overwhelming, his eyes open, taking in the scene with gasps. An orgasm rocked him, Umbreon letting out a carnal cry and bracing his ears, but the ice bird's mouth grew suddenly cold and she stopped her tongue.
The dark-type was entirely braced for blowing his load, but found himself quite unable to, though the waves of orgasmic quicksilver raged throughout his body, making him shudder. Here, embraced by beauty itself, he felt as he never had before, eyes open. The feelings were fading, only they were replaced by yet more, and midnight paws clung to shiny feathers as Umbreon was driven to start grinding his stiff cock against her smoothened, moist chest-feathers. Articuno was still wet from the bathing, but she smiled a knowledgeable, expert smile. The bird held him and allowed him to stimulate himself on her, even going so far as allowing him to lean his head up and kiss her beak. With eyes half-closed, his tongue snaked around hers, tail wagging behind, its fur floofed out in elation. This young adult was quite beautiful, she noticed, both in his gaunt appearance and the unpracticed sexual steps he took; slow, like the virgin that he clearly was.
Umbreon naively gripped her as best his paws could, mussing up her feathers with his warm cock and making the occasional sound, between a whimper and a triumphant cry, muzzle pulled into an expression of sheer bliss. Again, he twisted and his tail cut the air in a whirling blitz of orgasm, sucking in deep breaths. Umbreon rubbed his cock hard upon her chest, his supple and shining form moving up and down, achieving a sensual height he had never tasted before. Still Articuno went cold under him, blowing icy air down his front; still she denied him the right to finish, as she guided him back down from his sexual peak. He growled at her then, torn between love and hate, his emotional response making him shudder and shiver against her cool body. Love for this unbelievable turn of events, for her amazing touch and practice; hate for her grand teasing and his inability to finish, to spill seed on this crystal body. His eyes met hers again; wide, shocked. This, his Articuno, every feather perfect, shining like the dawn as he shone like the dusk, her look one of contentment - but not of this erotic pleasure that he radiated. With his stiff erection still raging between his legs, Umbreon knew he must fulfil her.
She had enjoyed this darkling enough now, she thought. Watching and feeling him squirm under her touches, his ring markings glowing, it made her smile. But the night grew short, and her tail feathers swayed as she placed Umbreon down on the ground, his accusing eyes meeting her own gaze. He brushed against her legs thereafter, nibbling fondly at the plumage down her, though Articuno lifted her wings and turned about, disinterestedly. It was a snub that caused a confused, unsure growl as she flapped, putting herself only slightly into the air. However, he jumped her in pursuit, paws pressing on wings as she fell back to the ground with a light thud, driven by instinctual need and his great desire to soil this beautiful, legendary tease.
She was slightly stunned and surprised by this - it had been a long time since anyone struck her, in honesty she had not expected it. To Articuno, it was unbelievable that this brutish Umbreon would dare to attempt to subdue her, the queen of ice, so readily! This smooth young Pokemon, who had since turned around, showing his rump shamelessly to her. Imp! A cold rage began to freeze within her, only to melt as his licking tongue slid shamelessly over her sensitive spots, lapping and tending to her clitoris. She could have flinched; she could have lifted him off with ease. Articuno did neither of these things, her wings falling loose as her head drifted back, feathers fanning out on the ground. And Umbreon settled again, warm black silken fur against his ice maiden's crystal plumage, and he pleasured her.
She fought the feelings, closing her glassy eyes and silvery beak, tensing as the other Pokemon's nibbles and licks continued to work on her. Her lower body shivered and rippled, and the dark-type spread himself out to caress her feathers with light touches, shining claws combing a path against her. All he did was stimulate her, feeling her clit swell gently against his tongue; his fuzzy forepaws pressed lovingly either side of his muzzle, moving with claws dipped, sensual and slow. Icy words did not form to stop him as her mind filled with feelings of lust, of want, instinctual desire against her will. Umbreon's own arousal remained untouched yet warm against her chest, and Articuno realised in a flash of passion that he loved her; that this was all just for her. So disappeared her resistance like melting ice, as she looked up and sweetly cooed to him, brushing a wing over his back and leaving a trail of icy sparkles.
Umbreon stopped and craned his head, crooning an affectionate reply, and he turned around to lay upon his larger dame's sensuous body, muzzle meeting beak in a curious and delicious kiss, as the two of them squirmed against one another. His shining tail slid down her belly and rubbed against her clit and vulva, making Articuno shudder and pull wings around him, shiny and moist. Cool but not frigid, she was as a feathery bed of velvet, his arousal caught between their bellies. With feathers ticking, she slid him back and forth, causing a shivery purr from the sparkling Umbreon. His eyes gazed into hers before he braced cutely, grinding repeatedly against the ice bird, quickening his pace against her soft body. That tail of his wagged and twitched absently between her legs, and she cooed to him again and began licking his maw with that arctic tongue. Umbreon felt himself sinking into wonderful, instinctual lust again and he let himself go, growling and clutching her, pressing hard and tight against his darling Articuno. His paws clutched and his tail pleasured, and she blushed coldly; here she felt quite powerless, but it was so liberating and free all at once, she couldn't mask the enjoyment from her face.
With deep, possessive growls and open, shiny, seductive eyes, Umbreon moved backwards under his queen's wings and forced his erection into her, warm and stiff against her moist inner. She buckled and cried at the air, eyes wide and unexpecting; when he began to pump against her, Articuno fell quiet and rested back, shivery and cold and completely at his whim. She was his, he was claiming her. As he rubbed up and down inside, she felt relaxed, fulfilled, accepting. So keen to dismiss the young Umbreon, she with her silky feathers and glassy demeanour - and he with his desire and his love, and those beautiful eyes; his want for her. Once she realised she wanted him just as much, a blossoming and shivery warmth took her from inside outwards, and Articuno began to orgasm.
The warm, sexual fire raced through Umbreon's body as he squirmed and worked against her, pressed right up inside, held tightly as he ravaged his lady. He was hot and slick now from top to tail, moisture from the ice bird's plumage only added to his dark allure. Here with his dam, he tensed and arched, tail and ears stiff. The end was nigh, a rushing anticipation swarming over every fibre of his being. With claws down against her, his rhythmic sliding pushing ever faster, he growled as he felt himself start to pulse. Opening his eyes he looked upon Articuno, watching his love's quiet stillness and the deep, affectionate, quiescent smile on her beak, and at that point he knew his success. Umbreon clung tightly and whined loudly, orgasm flooding through him and out into the ice bird's tight, warm pussy. Several pumps came as he loaded his seed into her, his dark tongue dangling out of his mouth as he arched backwards, riding the euphoria. Spent, he rested forwards, paws ahead, stroking softly at plumage as he lay there, Articuno's winged embrace coming up around him. She smiled affectionately, cooing glad feelings at her wonderful partner, and letting him rest.
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Umbreon awoke under the pale glint of dawn light, cool and lightly sodden with dew. He was within a bush, and quickly he gathered himself awake and crawled out through the leaves, fine paws pushing and moving along until he was back outside, under the sky once more. The air around was quiet, the lake still, and the sinking worry came upon him that the previous night had been a dream. Dismay, as those ears dropped, and he sulked his way to the water's edge. Cold, still, shiny. Then, a nudge from behind him sent him up and in with a surprised yelp and a wet splash. Umbreon's world was bubbles for a moment, and he instantly reacted to swim back above surface.
Her smiling face grinned back at him, Articuno holding a taloned foot out and looking guilty. She sparkled once more, having bathed again before the dawn; his wonderful queen looked even more radiant in the daytime. He dragged himself out of the water, fur slick and heavy, shaking his tail off before the large cold wings came and acted as towels for him, rubbing him and making him shiver with a light purr. Umbreon now no longer had the scent of last night's enjoyment drenched throughout his fur, and Articuno was quite happy to rest him on her back, spreading wings out and shaking them off. He felt himself jostle a bit, arms hanging on around and against her back as the wind rushed past. She beat her wings heftily, and left the ground behind. After all, she did have other places to see in her monthly travels, and she had been delayed more than usual. Not that Articuno minded, leaning back to nuzzle her surprised lover. He kissed her beak deeply, affectionate eyes watching hers; as she flew them along, Umbreon rather felt he could get used to this...Chapter End Notes:I hope that was as much fun to read as it was to write. :