Sunlight streams onto the winding path through the woods as the two lovers make their way through it. Priscilla pants heavily, not suited to such warm weather on account of her luscious fur.
"Darling, is it much farther? It is so dreadfully hot out, and my tail is beginning to itch."
Sær reaches over and skritches her tail.
"Not long now, love. It shall be well worth the wait."
"Ehhhhh~? But how much longer?" She scratches her chest while Sær watches out of the corner of his eye, his sweat having nothing to do with the heat. "Aaaahhh~!!! Itchy!" She moans. Sær gulps, helping her scratch her back with trembling hands.
The pair reach the crest of the hill, and a gust of wind blows through their hair and fur, respectively. Priscilla gasps. Small rivers flow through the steep mountains, tumbling over rocks and steep drops, forming a maze of glistening waterfalls. They all come down to a single point, a deep pool surrounded by rock overhangs, water cascading down into it. Smaller pools form at each of the higher waterfalls, and Priscilla catches glimpses of brightly lit caves behind them. The many patches of water spray from the falls throws out dozens of rainbows.
"Oh," Priscilla breathes. The wind carries the spray of droplets, lightly frosting her fur with shimmering orbs. A cloud blows away from the sun, and all of a sudden she is aglow, a dazzling mass of silver and gold.
"This... Aah, I..." She struggles to speak. "Oh, my... I-it's so beautiful," she breathes as she slowly sinks to her knees. "I never thought such a place could exist. It's... Oh, Sær, thank you. Thank you so much... I... I love you so much," she sobs, tears flowing freely. "If not for you, I would still be stuck in Ariamis. I never would have seen a heaven such as this."
Sær smiles warmly, walking up and embracing her, nuzzling his cheek against the damp fur of her tummy. She purrs, hugging him with her tail. "You know," Sær whispers. "That pool is deep enough that even a large, lascivious crossbreed could dive into it."
"l-l-lascivious? Me?" She covers her face with her hands, her heart doubling it's pace. She had never even thought of someone seeing her that way... To her, it feels frightening, arousing, stressful, and embarrassing all at once. "I'm...You think...? Oh, u-u-um..."
Unable to stand it anymore, Priscilla dashes to the pool, jumping down clumsily, hitting the water with a splooooosh. A massive cascade of water splashes onto Sær, soaking him. Shrugging, he casts off all of his clothes save for his long shorts, jumping in with a shout. He hits the water with a splash, the pool pleasantly cool in the warm weather. He floats, waiting for Priscilla to emerge.
When she doesn't, he starts to worry, frantically looking around to try to find her.
Suddenly, something grabs him, pulling him, lifting him out of the water. A massive cone rises out of the water, a mass of silver strands with small horns poking through it. A groan pierces through it, low and menacing. "SÆEEEERRRR... I LOOOOOVE YOUUUUU..."
Sær screams, frantically reaching for his blade, only to realize he had left it on the cliff. He struggles, panting, before he realizes what the creature had said. "What? Pris-Priscilla?!" A giggle emenates from the creature as it shakes it's head to part it's hair, revealing one very mischievous crossbreed.
"You screamed like a wee babe," she titters. Sær breathes a sigh of relief.
"It's not my fault you're frightening."
"Hey!"
Sær wriggles from her grasp, flopping about like a fish as he splashes into the water. He doesn't get far. Quick as a flashsword, her tail wraps around his waist, lifting him out of the water. She launches herself through the water, effortlessly gliding through it while Sær trails in the air behind her. "How did you get so good at swimming?" Sær asks.
"Dragons are natural swimmers," Priscilla replies. "'Tis just like flying, except with more resistance. Oooh, darling, look! Salmon!" She energetically swims towards a small waterfall at the end of the pool.
There were in salmon there; dozens of them leaping up the cascading water, the sun glinting off of their reddish-pink scales.
"Your scales are prettier. You're a better swimmer, too."
"Many thanks, darling. Good to know I am superior to a salmon." Sær cringes, until she smiles to show she was merely jesting.
The two stay there, watching the fish continue their arduous trek up the falls.
Until a salmon leaps out of the water and smacks Sær in the face.
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A large salmon is speared on a stick, Sær angrily cooking it with pyromancy. Priscilla is rolling on the bank, her laughter so loud that it reverberates in Sær's chest. Sær sulks. "If you keep laughing then you're not getting any," he says, moving his hand around to cook the fish evenly.
Before he can even blink, Priscilla launches herself toward him, opening her mouth and swallowing the fish whole. "Wha- Hey!" Sær cries. By the time he catches his bearings, Priscilla has sprinted off, weaving between the trees like a giant furry snake. Sær sighs defeatedly, then goes to catch another fish, hopefully not with his face this time.
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An hour later, it is early evening, and Sær's stomach is rumbling. he sits roasting his fith fish, warily glancing this way and that. The moment he would finish cooking, Priscilla, having turned invisible, would snatch it from him and gobble it whole.
Sær has to admit, he rather likes her demeanor this way (aside from the fish thievery, of course.) Her fluid, purposeful movement, the glint in her eyes when she would turn visible and snatch the fish, and the way she would slither off into the forest were all quite alluring. Not alluring enough to keep him from getting aggravated, though.
Suddenly, an idea pops into Sær's head, and he smiles wickedly. Reaching to grab a fish from the small pile he caught, he moves his pyromancy flame around it. However, he uses no mana, so the fire does not grow enough to cook the salmon.
He makes a show of keeping a lookout, all while pretending to cook the fish.
Predictably, Priscilla turns visible and takes it in her mouth. This time, she doesn't swallow it. She holds it in her mouth, eyes wide with suprise. She struggles to keep from swallowing it, but it is already halfway down her throat. With watery eyes and a loud gulp, she swallows it, her eyes crossing. "Blegh... It's all slimy and salty... Icky. Sær, why did you make me swallow it?!" She cries.
"That's what you get for swallowing my meat without permission," Sær replies coolly. Priscilla smacks her mouth, trying to rid herself of the taste. She is unsuccessful; it sticks to her mouth and the back of her throat.
Suddenly, Priscilla gets an idea of her own. She quickly snatches up Sær, and wasting no time, presses her lips against his, curling her tongue around his. Pulling away, she smiles devilishly as he sputters and coughs. "Do you like the taste of your own medicine?" She says sensually.
"No. But I think I need another dose," he replies, leaning in. "Or perhaps the whole vial."
A.N. So, I don't really have any specific ideas on where to go next. What do you think? A mystery in the mountains? A secret in the swamp? Or something else entirely? It's up to you! But rest assured, no matter where they go, this couple will. Be. Fluffy.