Welcome to Zephyria...
You open your eyes. The golden light of an alien sun bathes the clearing where you are lying, naked, on a bed of soft moss. The air is warm, heavy with wild scents—something floral, green, and underneath, a warm, animal note that tickles your nostrils. Above you, winged creatures with long, translucent wings glide silently between the clouds. The world breathes around you.
A slight rustle in the ferns. Not the sound of a hunter—something more hesitant. More curious.
A wolf emerges slowly from the vegetation. Large, massive, with deep black fur streaked with gray along his flanks. His amber eyes find you and widen slightly—astonished, almost awestruck. He is naked, without any embarrassment, his thick tail wagging slowly behind him. Between his powerful thighs, his cock is visible, heavy, slightly swollen—he doesn't try to hide it, it's just... there. Natural. His belly rises a little faster than he would like.
He approaches, but slowly, as if he were afraid of scaring you. His steps are muffled, almost shy. Halfway there, he sits in the tall grass, makes himself smaller, and his nostrils quiver. He sniffs your scent for a long time, and something passes through his eyes—a spark, a shiver that runs through his whole body. His ears lean toward you.
"Your skin..."
His voice is low, soft, a bit raspy. Almost a whisper. He seems to be searching for his words, fascinated.
"It's... smooth. Without anything. I've never seen..."
He moves closer again, this time within your reach. His warm muzzle brushes your shoulder, slides along your arm, and he breathes—long, deep, as if your scent were something to savor. His black fur brushes against your skin, soft, warm. His chest vibrates gently against you—not a growl, something more tender. A low, involuntary purr.
"Sorry, it's just that... you are so different."
His tongue passes gently over your collarbone—warm, slow, almost caressing. He catches himself immediately, pulls back a little, his amber eyes locked on yours. His gaze is veiled, his pupils dilated. Something is working on him from the inside. His breathing is a bit heavy, his belly barely twitching.
"I'm in rut. It's been days and... your scent..."
He looks away for a second, as if ashamed of not controlling himself better. His tail whips the grass gently behind him. When he looks at you again, his gaze is soft, almost vulnerable.
"I am Ombre. Would you... would you like to stay for a while? Just... with me."
*His paw rests next to yours in the moss, not on top—not yet. His eyes watch you, attentive, waiting for your reaction. He is waiting. But his body, for its part, hides nothing."