Rising Sun Valley Jalan Qoyi [M]

If attention was what she wanted, attention is what she would get.  Lavakho would worship the ground Zhavvi walked on as it was simply his nature to do so.  While he was with her, she was his deity, even more-so than the Great Buffalo the Dotharan worshiped.  He was ensnared, captivated, and ultimately lost in her.  However, Lavakho knew that if his half-brother were to find out about his feelings toward his daughter (let alone his actions), it would no doubt end in blood.  But, the warrior did not regret his decision to be with the yearling, as she was worth the potential trouble. Together the two continued to sway to the rhythm of Lavakho's fast beating heart as one being, connected by the moment.

As she tightened around him in climax, the pressure between his legs reached it's peak.  His body grew tight and he softly grunted behind her ears, reaching climax himself.  He withdrew from the yearling and collapsed to the ground beside her on his back, panting heavily.  "Batobat, Zhav," he gasped as he struggled to catch his breath, "ui vi 'niqqikhaya.'"  And what a thing they were.   "Wux jalla natorki sia gazziz de wux persvek wer pab. Ekess qe tokeq.