The Sunspire Easy come, Easy go

Her wish had been granted - Dakarai had overtaken her. With a bump of his shoulder the chase was over and Olive slowed to a halt, her breath quickened from exertion. Then [with a spark] they were touching, brushing against each other. Olive relished the sensation, her exhalation catching in her throat.

“…and so the dark king caught the peace which he sought,” she breathed [with some difficulty] in third person, sensing his maw press into the fur behind her ear.  His words sang in her mind and she imbibed them deeply, allowing them to drench her mind. It’s as if he knew her desires and bore them into reality [almost as a gift], pleasing her immensely.  Dakarai, closer than he had ever been, was a large wolf and she felt quite petite next to him - yet, at the same time, spiritually infinite and connected. Vulnerable, yet secure under his  simmering gaze. Liberated, yet innocent in her situational thinking. At that moment Olive knew nothing but the male next to her, tenderly breathing into her ear. The pale creature was quite a strange combination of a woman and a child: impeccant, yet coquettish.

He drew closer to her - Olive couldn’t help but gently press her form into his. He was strong and felt solid against her body. She relished the sensation; the union, spun from nothing, stroked every part of her being. For a moment Olive mused upon their quick nature, but  she relinquished and quickly fell back step with Dakarai for he overturned his companion to anthousai, electing to use goddess instead. He had taken a step away and was looking into her eyes; past the glowing green windows into what existed beneath. 

Unable to find her words, Olive closed the space between them, slinking closer to him until her pale cheek alighted with his own. The siren continued to move against him, her slender head traveling down his dark-furred neck. 

“There is much I wish to know about you,” the grey mistress purred into his chest. This wasn’t a wanton interest into another’s collective consciousness, but a visceral thirst for her captor.