Rising Sun Valley Jalan Qoyi [M]

Lavakho sputtered for air as she unexpectedly pounced on his stomach, knocking the breath from his lungs.  His heart felt as if it would pound straight out of his chest as she laid across his figure, it's rhythmic thunking growing in intensity with every passing beat.  Once again he found himself caught up in the moment, in her, and the rest of the world became a fleeting memory just beyond his grasp.

"Hak jaci zklaen nurti vucot," Lavakho whispered in her ear accompanied by a low but playful growl, almost like a purr.  If there was one thing that the soft-spoken warrior couldn't stand more than anything, it was a liar.  He told his brother everything, and Rakharo had reciprocated often in the same manor.  There were no secrets between the two in their long relationship, but Zhavvi was bound and determined to drive a complicated wedge between the two confidants.  

His eyelids drooped as she lightly nibbled his ear and his back leg lightly kicked the air in pleasure, over and over again.  When she quickly licked his nose, shivers shot down Lovakho's spine.  With a soft growl, he shifted his weight and rolled, attempting to roll her under him.