Sleeping Dragon boom boom boom feel it in the mmm

A wave of electricity ran itself up and then down her spine; that Thuringwethil spoke her true name was like their own private secret, for the Commander was the only creature in the Wilds that knew it. Magpie had felt this before, but hadn't known the cause until this moment. The realization was as loud as clarion bell, now, and she paused dizzily as she continued to struggle through the logic. She could find none in the burning sensation of her heat, though later she would wonder if these feelings only stirred due to her hormones— and it would torment her. They knew little of each other, and yet Magpie could not deny the attraction she felt.

Thuringwethil's caress blinded her, and the black-and-white female made an odd noise with her throat— one of craving— as the Commander broke contact. "The Corvidae," she began, struggling to make sense of what she wished to communicate. Was the acceptance of her touch and reciprocation permission enough? Magpie didn't know, but even now she knew she did not want to risk it. The loss of Drageda, of Heda. "We love freely, Thuringwethil," she whispered, almost desperate with need, "and completely. That is what I want." This was harder to admit to, at least out loud, especially when they were so near; her voice trembled, then ebbed into another whine. It was difficult to maintain the distance that Thuringwethil had created, but the fleimkepa did not wish to violate it.