Sea Lion Shores the sun is gone, but i have a light

his rhythm was more ragged, not as practiced as the eagle's had been. she scolded herself for the comparison, but she had nothing else by which to measure this interaction. the man's forelegs held her fast; the juncture of their bodies clasped a friction that reverberated through mona's body. it was weighed in the trill of her throat, and a sensation she could not explain, some rushing clench, vibrated in her bones.
when she had recovered, her panting entwined with that of his; mona felt a brief disappointment that the feeling had not gone on longer. however, she suspected it could be found again, and tried to reach back along her shoulder to capture his muzzle with a reassuring lick.

draped across the cardinal's spine, rannveig felt a strange sensation flood him. it was apprehension, mixed with equal measure of exhaustion and elation -- had he done well? did she hate him? had she had better?

the boy was already withdrawn deep into in his mind when mona reached back, drawing him back to the surface-worl with a gentle lick. he responded immediately, opening his eyes as if awakening -- and with tightness, drew himself as close to her body as he could manage -- a strange wolf-hug bore out of the need for reassurance and validation as well as simple want.

fade here? <3

he drew her closer. though she was aware she still did not know his name, it had ceased to matter for now. nothing did, save for the entwinement of their bodies, the melding of their pelts, the weight of his frame atop hers. when their bond slackened, the firebrand turned to face him. a soft whine whispered from her throat as she sought his muzzle to supplant gentle licks across the short fur there, hoping to rouse him once more.
if their time together never ended, mona would be pleased.

much like mona, rannveig was delivered to a rare realm of worriless bliss -- and if this moment, this tiny snapshot of their ever revolving lives never ended, certainly he would have died a happy man.

mona's licks and gentle kisses roused him a second time, and after playful rebuttal he found his desire to couple come round once more, the touch of mona exhilarating rannveig in a way he had yet to fully understand. here and there he gave his all to her, just as happy to be aside her as he was to stand atop her -- for never in his life had he met a flame so digstinguished, and so full of exquisite beauty.