The Sentinels godspeed on the devil's thunder

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but not a few steps had been taken before aria returned to the welcoming warmth of his embrace, giving her consent in an eloquent silence. lasher did not pause to ponder the great age between the two of them, merely that their pelts meshed, merely that she breathed against his breast in a contented and wondering sort of way. he lay his muzzle over her shoulders then, holding the girl gently against him; she was delicate, and yet a definite strength beat beneath the softness of her pelt, her fine-grained bones.

at length, reveling in the way she did not draw from him, in the beauty of this moment held in the ethereal glen, taltos shifted his weight, moving his mouth to the base of one velveteen ear, and here the earthen servant lay the first kiss, closing his eyes at the honeyed sensation of her silken pelt against his lips.