With Winter's cold fingers caressing the green moss of the early spring rocks, love is in the air. Water rushing down the cliff face, thundering into the pond below, the crunching of twigs and leaves muffled by the hushed laughter of two warriors, one fidgeting with the other's chest. Whispers to the ears, deep rumbles of content, and jingles of metal, the two finally arrive to a secluded world.
"Xyro, may I have the honor to be with you for life and death?"
Whispered as he gently squeezed and caressed his mate
"You finally ask after all these years. You know my answer."
The other replied, toying with the tail that exposed his manhood.
