Lost Creek Hollow [m] still water

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when sun eater left suliya, it was to collect his wife from amid shadowynn. the war chief knew his ways; she had enjoyed many days of her own with ridgeback.

so he did not depart with much fanfare at all, grabbing two caribou hides to sling around hardbit shoulders. but even in silence he burned, evidenced by the frequency of how long he now allowed his gaze to rest upon @Morwenna.

a third marriage, and this time to an outsider. she brought a dowry of thrumming bloodshed if the creek warriors saw fit to heed his challenge, his threat. and he enjoyed this, finding his desire hastened at the notion.

thick mist veiled the moon, creating a softer glow which limned morwenna in saintlike aura. as the emerald trees closed around them, and the rush of winterwhite water flowed beyond the foliage, he watched her.

sun eater spread the pelts upon the snow in slow deliberation, feeling the pulse beat against the inside of his wrists. he straightened, gazing at her with a coalescing of many things in his eye.

breath plumed. softly closer the chieftain walked, nose finding her own, drifting up over muzzle and crown and eartip; hot breath moving in river-fog clouds over the back of her soft neck.

slowly sun eater began to pull away the caribou hide he had given morwenna, disrobing his beautiful new wife in languid movements. their waiting moon brought to life in silver relief each exposed hair.

morwenna said nothing, her silence speaking more than any words could as she followed him. her breath was steady, drawn deep and slow, as though she might capture the very essence of him within her lungs and hold it there, let it settle into her bones.

she felt the weight of his gaze, the deliberate touch of his nose tracing her features, and yet she did not move. she let him take her in as she took him in—his presence glorious, commanding, undeniable.

when he stripped away the caribou hide, she remained still, though a chill etched up her spine. the cloak had been apart of her since he had offered it to her.

and now she looked upon him, her eyes gleaming faintly in the moonlight. she only breathed, breathless but certain, as if to remind herself of what stood before her. and in that moment, there was nothing but sun eater—his heat, his shadow, his unrelenting being—and the quiet acknowledgment of what she had become.

morwenna stood before him and sun eater — cen — drank the fruit of this vision, stepping back into a slow circle. he kept close as he did so, muzzle running the line of one hipbone, the curve of her spine, the soft guard hairs standing whitely in the night.

"danadze' nts'e dghisuunenl," the chieftain breathed, but he was no commander of teeth in this moment.

he belonged, he found, to her.

all thoughts of even suliya's sullen face fled; sun eater was enraptured and prideful and humbled all the same. in his heart leapt the living blood of desire; his admiration was again a caress, an exploration of sinew and muscle, the hollow of a slim flank, that curve of the other.

he marvelled that she belonged also to him, stroking her waist beneath the dreaming stars. "s'aat." filled with her, consumed by the piercing delight of their nearness.

morwenna felt the heat of his breath ghost along her skin, each touch of his muzzle tracing her like the strokes of an artist crafting something divine. she stood, proud and still, her own desire curling within her chest, insurmountable and untamed. his voice was a melody she did not comprehend, the words foreign yet weighted with meaning that echoed in her bones.

s'aat.

she understood that much. wife. the word unfurled between them, a tether binding her closer to the glorious figure who circled her like the moon orbiting the earth. her gaze hooded, half-lidded with need, she drank in the sight of him, the curve of his strength, the regality that emanated from every deliberate step.

her voice was soft, yet unshakable, carrying the weight of her own longing. my husband, she murmured, the words laced with unspoken invitation, a call for him to close the space that remained between them.

she wanted him nearer. closer. to feel him claim her as surely as she knew he already had. the stars bore witness to the moment, but morwenna cared only for the warmth of his touch, the weight of his presence, and the promise of what he could provide.

can be fade to black or timeskip! <3

husband.

his touch glided along her belly, wrists nocked at her hips as if they were arrows ready to be quivered. breath glided against the back of her neck; sun eater had never been a husband before, but perhaps this time, this time — beyond reason, sun eater pulled morwenna against the heat of his body and they became one flesh with a gentle pulsing press.

she would find him inexhaustible, ravenous; he drank any answering sounds and found himself moved to a tenderness that almost coursed him with a trembling of its own. theirs, a cyclical devourment until they both had grown tremulous with strain.

when for now he was sated, the saatsine hunter drew morwenna down to the caribou hides, ready to let the steam of their mingled bodies dissipate into the night. his body; his gaze; pleasure telegraphed, pleasure and satisfaction with his s'aa.

he had chosen well, and looked for the same approval in her moonweave eyes, his arm heavy and possessive across the honeyed curves of her body.

in the wake of his gentle touches, a stark contrast to the brutish nature he so often conveyed, she found herself utterly, irrecoverably enamored. sensibility ascertained, the star-kissed woman was not immune to the vulnerability of sensations. she sought it, sought a good fuck from the husband she chose.

to be idle and prudent was not in her nature, contrary to her innocent, oh-so submissive demeanor. morwenna was a wraith.

with the coiled press of his body against her own, the heat from them had been a catastrophic supernova. a pliant force that the stars that kissed her would not be able to interfere with, so long as she held the reigns. her husband, sun eater. ravager of the sun, where she the eater of stars.

she let her eyes flutter to a close as her back arched against him, chest plying downward to the caribou hide. for the best art came in the form of pleasure. to his little knowledge, she had mastered it. rhaegon had been no saint before the seven, and neither had she.

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he pulled her to the caribou hides. seemingly done for right now. but she was not. sitting upright, placing a paw by his head, she peppered kisses around his neck, littering evidence of her approval, her own desires eaten by the god.

there was no comparison. morwenna had taken him through a shockingly delightful series of pleasure; such intense enjoyment left him warmly willful but with physicality in demand of a breath.

he did not ask where she had learned. he did not want to know, to have any past between morwenna and himself.

the press of her mouth sent a glissade of rejuvenated want through him; with a low growl, sun eater tightened his arms around the starflower, rolling them until she was beneath.

running his teeth across the fur of her chest, the saatsine man buried his crown against the vital drumming of her heartbeat, nuzzling in a new tenderness there — he was ready again for their disintegration into one another.

slate-blue of one eye admired morwenna there, framed by caribou fur and by the snow, pillared between his long dark limbs; his. his

breaths came slow and steady, though her chest still rose with the echoes of their shared fervor. her eyes, half-lidded, gazed up at him through the frame of his dark limbs, an expression of quiet contentment softening the usual sharpness of her features. with him above her, gazing so feverish, she couldn't help but return it.

when she finally spoke, her voice was low and edged with a sultry timbre, a contrast to the tender quiet between them. you look at me like that, and i might start believing you don’t want this to end. the faintest trace of a smile curved her lips, her words teasing yet laced with a truth she wasn’t ready to fully admit. let him take.

her paw lifted to rest against the side of his face, claws brushing lightly against his fur as she studied him.

you’ve made a mess of me, she murmured, her tone softer now, almost wistful. the vulnerability there was fleeting, tucked away beneath her steady gaze as she drew him closer, unwilling to let the moment slip away too quickly.

the starflower leaned into him, her heartbeat strong beneath the press of his crown, her body a willing answer to his renewed want. over her heart he would be splayed, and there he would stay. so long as her own essence carved into the cavity of his chest all the same.

her comment upon his gaze brought a small curving smile; her observation of their ruffled fur and languid flesh provoked an humoured inhale of breath. he was unsure of her touch to his face; he grew quite still as her claws brushed just the very edge of where his eye had once sat in its torn altar.

tenderness. 

a deep hunger had grown in sun eater, so ferocious that he scarcely understood that he had been carrying it about all these months. perhaps years. he ached for this affection the silverwoven morwenna offered now, marvelled at its summerlight uplifting.

heartbeat galloped warhorse drumming over the plains of their shared breath. he tried to return his wife's gentleness for the next ageless wheel of time, mirroring in desperate grasp something he had not tasted before.

but it felt as though he was not able to have enough, and greed made a rougher man of him at the end.

"what you want to be with saatsine?" sun eater asked when breath had been restored to him. mellifluous her voice; the chieftain wanted to hear it again, this time painting the lines of what morwenna would ask from him. his own eyelids had fallen, every muscle langorous, his limbs soft and loose upon the caribou hides.

yet there was no threat of sun eater ignoring any threat that might pass; his current state did not rein the instinctive creation which he had been sculpted to be.

morwenna’s silvering eyes lingered on him, soft and steady, as if the weight of her words required the grounding of his presence. she allowed the silence to settle between them for a moment, her claws lightly tracing the edge of his chin before retreating to rest gently against his chest.

i want to be at your side, always, she said tenderly, her voice quiet but resolute. there was no hesitation in her tone, no wavering in her gaze as she spoke, her words carrying the weight of a promise forged in the warmth of shared breath and touch. i want to be ice to your fire. equal, but opposite. i heal, you lead.

she exhaled slowly, her expression shifting into something contemplative. i can mend. talk to spirits, she continued, her voice now laced with a quiet reverence. it is called valyrkessa where i am from. the word rolled off her tongue with a subtle cadence, its foreignness a gentle reminder of a life left behind.

her gaze lowered briefly before meeting his again, a faint flicker of sorrow mingling with the strength in her eyes. but i am no longer from there, she murmured, her voice softening further, the admission carrying the echoes of a severed bond. her lips pressed together, as if tasting the bitterness of the truth she had spoken, yet there was no regret in her tone.

her paw moved once more, resting lightly against the pulse of his heartbeat, as if to anchor herself to him. what i want, vezof, she said at last, her voice tender and unwavering, is to be relied on.

she mingled her words with common tongue until his dazzlement was true. she had been another once before, but this was where his interest waned. beneath her velvet mien was someone else, someone he did not know. morwenna brought her own experiences to a new life, and sun eater silently rejected knowing these things.

he would not have told her of gheli or red leaf. cen had been laid to rest and yikaas beside. to him, there was little reason to delve into what had been. there was only the morning to come and the night that followed.

still — sun eater found himself moved, and moved further to curiosity. "we say ghost talker," he murmured silently of their mouthpiece to the spirits themselves. "maybe caribou speak to you soon," the saatsine hunter suggested, wishing her to feel well at ease in appreciation for her offering.

but reliance, ah, there was a hard thing. if one were to know of his care for morwenna, it might be used against him. if he came to need her, he might be wounded in a moment where she was not present.

his heavy arm came around the swell of her shoulder, her hip. "already i need," he half-joked in a soft murmur, allowing himself the summery sweetness of an imagining: of love, of this gentle moment becoming the sum of him, softening his burnt edges.

weakening him. 

his embrace tightened thoughtfully.

morwenna fell into his touches, her soft laughter like a ripple over still waters, rising and fading against the weight of his arm as it drew her close. her eyes glimmered with something unspoken, a quiet surrender to the charade they shared—one she let herself believe in, if only for now.

already you need? she teased gently, her voice lilting, her smile curving against the warmth of his chest. her head tilted back slightly, her gaze tracing the sharp planes of his face, lingering on the way his single eye softened for her, if only just. then i suppose you are fortunate i am here.

she nestled closer, her breath warm against his fur, but there was an edge of amusement in her movements, a playfulness that danced between sincerity and her own private thoughts. this was not the woman she had been—not the mother who had once sung songs of life and loss, not the matriarch who had buried her dreams beneath cold earth. this was morwenna reborn, whatever that might mean.

if caribou speak, she murmured softly, her lips brushing the edge of his jaw, i will listen. her words fell like a promise, though she wondered if it was one she could keep.

her laughter faded into quiet as she let herself melt into his embrace, her body yielding to the warmth of his hold. for now, she would not dwell on the things unspoken, the pasts untold. for now, she would let herself be his, and he hers.

fade and something new hehe?