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allowed. Cobblestones paved most of the surfaces needed for walking. There was no stench of sewage
or waste that hung about many small villages of the age.
The fields surrounding the small village were stubbled and empty, their abundant offerings having
been harvested and carefully stored in the neat rows of barns, before the first cold came fingering it’s
way down from the north. The large smokehouse was set off to the right of the village, but it was cold
now, it’s work also completed before the first chill of winter. Between the fields and the village the
cows and pigs were penned into neat corrals, along with the goats, and the sheep. Shelters were
available there for warmth and food. The stone lined floors were covered with straw. The lofts were
stuffed with hay and the feed bins with corn, millet and oats to last the winter. The chickens and geese
were huddled on their perches in their own little building with their heads tucked under their wings,
huddled together for warmth, much as any other winter night.
A thin almost invisible trickle of smoke could be seen sending fingers up from homes here and there at
random, coming from fires banked for the night. It was dark, the kind of darkness that only comes with
night in the middle of winter. The only light visible was the sprinkling of stars hanging in the sky, their
pinpricks of light obscured occasionally by clouds scudding across them.
The tree line where the thick forest began surrounded the entire complex as a line of denser black
against the night.
It was quiet aside from the occasional animal noise. Winter quietness was nothing unusual really. But
this quietness was the kind that was prickly with menace. The kind of quiet before a winter storm.
True, a storm was on the way but there were other things roaming the night to explain the tension
vibrating in the still air. It seemed to stretch out like a blanket and hover over the neat little community
like a predator waiting to pull down it’s unaware prey from a hidden spot.
Gorge woke in trueface. His amber eyes darted about the room, his nostrils flared taking in scents, his
fangs were bared in a warning hiss, looking for the threat or thread of sound that had disturbed his
sleep in the dead of this winter night. Khyle was spooned behind him, wrapped around him like a
warm coat surrounding his cool body. He had one arm thrown over Gorge’s waist, hand possessively
cupping his cock, and his mate’s legs were tangled up with his own cooler ones. There was no way to
tell where one started and the other began. He took a moment to appreciate the warmth of his mate and
the pulse of arousal that ran through him as always, before starting the detangling process to get
himself out of bed.
He chuckled to himself in amusement despite his unexplained alarm, as he attempted to prise himself
out of his mate’s tightening grasp."Mmmffff..whaayaadoinorge?" came from behind him out from
under the pile of covers as he succeeded in detangling his legs to slide them over the side of the thick
down mattress doing his best to keep the sides of the deep layer of warm quilts from riding up and
letting in the cooler air outside of the bed. He got his feet on the floor flinching a little at the cold
wood. He slipped out from the warmth and comfort of the bed and his mate and reached back under
the pile of blankets. A sleepy half formed question ran through the bond they shared.
He squeezed the hand grasping after him across the bed once and leaned over to place a kiss on the
side of the full lips of his mate and ran his mouth along his jaw and layed a trail of kisses down the
warm neck to the claim marks visible at the juncture of neck and shoulder. Burying his face in his
mate’s neck, he ran his tongue over the mark and then a wet open mouthed suckling kiss, causing a
sleepy hitch of breath and a full body shiver. He breathed in the scent of his mate’s arousal that was
mingled with his own. He purred deep in his throat at the smell of his semen on his warm human,
lingering from a long session of lovemaking earlier that night.
"Shhhhhh he whispered, I’m just going to check on the animals. The storm may get here earlier than
we thought." He pushed reassurance/warmth/love/lust/desire/mine/sleep back through the bond to his
mate, unwilling to disturb his mate’s rest over feelings of insubstantial threat. A warm thread of
love/mine/lust/sleepy desire came back to him like melting honey spreading through his mind and
body, warming his cold flesh from the inside out and causing his cock to harden.
"Awrithurrpncmbcktbd" the pile of covers replied.