Yaroul's Misadventures, January (plus voting pt.2)
2 years ago
Warming days and melting snow with fresh green growth budding on bushes and trees signalled the start of early spring. A time when work would be cut out for many of the land. There were crops to plant and materials to gather, food had to be secured as the harsh winter months took its toll on her supply. Spring was also the time for mating which meant the woods was particularly dangerous. Males were typically in rut and testosterone-driven to breed, frustration taken out on anyone unlucky enough to come across the aggressive sex when they were competing for the females. It would not be safe for her to do much foraging too far from her home.
What made the timing worse was her own heat. Something she had to deal with all year rather than being contained to one or two particular seasons and being alone left the drawolf with an annoyed air about her. Typically she could make it through the time without a partner, self-satisfaction could only go so far to curb the tendencies sometimes. This was one of those heats.
Yaroul preoccupied herself with chores to keep her mind from thinking too much of the problem between her legs. The puffed vulva made walking rather annoying, with each step having her thighs rub against the flesh full of excited nerves had it nearly constantly slick. Her scent was, without a doubt, left around the entirety of her land as she worked though she had no worries about someone coming by from the village to notice, she was rarely ever visited anyways.
As the evening rolled around, she ventured out into the thinned woods nearby her fence to search for early spring herbs that she could use to spice up dinner, taking breaks between scanning the ground to listen to the sounds of mating calls in the distance of the monsters and beasts that called the forest home. A pang hit her nether regions at the momentary thought of seeking one of the males out to consider coming to an agreement for the both of them to vent out sexual tension, causing her sex to drip a bit to the ground below her. Shaking her head to banish the thoughts, Yaroul turned herself around with an annoyed small thump of her thick tail to the ground. It was simply too dangerous to ponder right now, she could end up seriously hurt, or worse. Maybe after dinner she could try and appease the feelings with some self-pleasure.
With night having fallen and a modest dinner of potato, dried meat and fresh herbs to sate her stomach, the other hunger still gnawed at her insides. Sighing heavily, she opened the door to her cottage and headed out with a lantern to the nearby woodpile by the barn to collect some logs for keeping the home warm tonight and finally would have some time to deal with that problem.
Picking up a few pieces of logs to pile into her arms, an ear flicked back at the sound of footsteps behind her, turning her head to peer at a form barely visible in the darkness of the night, except the piercing amber eyes that glowed fiercely.
Moonlight reflected dark iridescent scales and rimmed a body that rivaled that of massive draft horses. Two wings were curled against its sides, unable to see their full immense size but she could see for certain this was a dragon that normally did not hail from this area and likely migrated for the season. A young one likely looking for a territory to call home.
She raised her lantern a little so her body was not blocking the light, slowly setting down the logs to the ground so as to not make too much noise to startle the dragon. If it had wanted to harm her, it wouldn't have let her turn around and see it, so she could guess that it was interested in something, though that would be made more clear when as she had bent down to place the logs to the ground and the lantern that it... he... was male.
The flush of desire hit her once more, feeling her sex twitch at the sight of the half-exposed shaft, barely making out the ridges and thickness from her position and the poor lighting but enough of a glance to have her consider her choices and biting her lower lip.
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Voting pt.2!
https://forms.gle/gJ8KpEnPr11rZZaT7
What made the timing worse was her own heat. Something she had to deal with all year rather than being contained to one or two particular seasons and being alone left the drawolf with an annoyed air about her. Typically she could make it through the time without a partner, self-satisfaction could only go so far to curb the tendencies sometimes. This was one of those heats.
Yaroul preoccupied herself with chores to keep her mind from thinking too much of the problem between her legs. The puffed vulva made walking rather annoying, with each step having her thighs rub against the flesh full of excited nerves had it nearly constantly slick. Her scent was, without a doubt, left around the entirety of her land as she worked though she had no worries about someone coming by from the village to notice, she was rarely ever visited anyways.
As the evening rolled around, she ventured out into the thinned woods nearby her fence to search for early spring herbs that she could use to spice up dinner, taking breaks between scanning the ground to listen to the sounds of mating calls in the distance of the monsters and beasts that called the forest home. A pang hit her nether regions at the momentary thought of seeking one of the males out to consider coming to an agreement for the both of them to vent out sexual tension, causing her sex to drip a bit to the ground below her. Shaking her head to banish the thoughts, Yaroul turned herself around with an annoyed small thump of her thick tail to the ground. It was simply too dangerous to ponder right now, she could end up seriously hurt, or worse. Maybe after dinner she could try and appease the feelings with some self-pleasure.
With night having fallen and a modest dinner of potato, dried meat and fresh herbs to sate her stomach, the other hunger still gnawed at her insides. Sighing heavily, she opened the door to her cottage and headed out with a lantern to the nearby woodpile by the barn to collect some logs for keeping the home warm tonight and finally would have some time to deal with that problem.
Picking up a few pieces of logs to pile into her arms, an ear flicked back at the sound of footsteps behind her, turning her head to peer at a form barely visible in the darkness of the night, except the piercing amber eyes that glowed fiercely.
Moonlight reflected dark iridescent scales and rimmed a body that rivaled that of massive draft horses. Two wings were curled against its sides, unable to see their full immense size but she could see for certain this was a dragon that normally did not hail from this area and likely migrated for the season. A young one likely looking for a territory to call home.
She raised her lantern a little so her body was not blocking the light, slowly setting down the logs to the ground so as to not make too much noise to startle the dragon. If it had wanted to harm her, it wouldn't have let her turn around and see it, so she could guess that it was interested in something, though that would be made more clear when as she had bent down to place the logs to the ground and the lantern that it... he... was male.
The flush of desire hit her once more, feeling her sex twitch at the sight of the half-exposed shaft, barely making out the ridges and thickness from her position and the poor lighting but enough of a glance to have her consider her choices and biting her lower lip.
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Voting pt.2!
https://forms.gle/gJ8KpEnPr11rZZaT7

Voooted :3
Tassulisko
~tassulisko
well over here it's the opposite: we are just getting snow again :D
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