Meeting Nihlus had left Nuage in an even more dreamy state than normal. The dark bay stallion had turned his world upside down, introducing feelings and emotion – lust, desire, want – that he had previously been oblivious too. On top of that it had sparked something in Nu’s core, something that had been hidden until then. The submissive’s  need to please his dom.

Since that night the bay and sky blue male hadn’t strayed away from the river far. One, Nuage felt most comfortable there, able to hide between the vegetation surrounding the massive oak tree. Two, because it would make it easier for Nihlus to find him again. His hunger and desire for the dark bay hadn’t disappeared, the sub within him was longing for his master.

Tonight, just like that fruitful night, Nu stands on the riverbank. His gaze is directed at the water, which, on this cloud free night, reflect the starry sky beautifully. The glowing star on his forehead shining among them. That is what his eyes are locked on too, but Nuage doesn’t really see himself. He’s daydreaming – nightdreaming – unable to get Nihlus out of his mind.

Just thinking of how Nih’s muzzle had gently ghosted across his back makes him shiver, and remembering how his lips had nibbled Nuage’s own is enough to make him silently moan. Through half closed eyes he is almost able to imagine Nihlus standing beside him, feel his hot breath against Nu’s sensitive nose, and the muscles of his stomach tense remembering the nips and licks to his hip.

Shit. He silently curses himself, the sound of someone approaching starting him from his thoughts. Way to go, Nu, it sounds sarcastically in his mind, grumpy with himself. Blinking his eyes, away from the glow of his own reflection, he looks around flustered. Not because he is suddenly so aware of himself – also not knowing what to do with himself – but also because he realises how shamefully he had been reliving the night with Nihlus, and how he’d loved it. Which was just another thing to make him blush red as a tomato.