Cerulean Cape stonefox [m]

Hahaha, “I think” 

Olive provided no resistance to Dakarai’s gentle pushes, tumbling lightly onto her side. She fell to the lapping tide below, dousing her pale pelt with saltwater yet again. The chill of the water and the dusky, night air served to only invigorate her further and she luxuriated in the dichotomy of the cold atmosphere and the warmth of the breath he place so slowly, so gently against the plumage of her vulnerable neck. 

Writhe the woman did; she could not keep her body still! She squirmed beneath his potent gaze and virile touch, lulling her away from reality into a sort of dreamland. Existence was infinitely more delightful with Dakarai in it. Olive felt so much more deeply than ever before. Food even tasted better and the palate of colors that painted the landscape appeared, to her, more vibrant. Every time she saw Dakarai it was like the very first time they met, so innocent and pure was their love, unblemished by any of the world’s sorrows. Nothing could touch them.

Energetically, the ingenue squirmed from between his muscular limbs and darted away from the beast, the tempting, clandestine spectre.  Laughter bubbled from her chest as she danced through the shallow waters, kicking up sheets of water in her zealous leaps and bounds. Olive did not know if he followed her [amidst the darkness of the coast it was somewhat difficult to make our his dark form] but that just added to the anticipation. 

“Well, those sweet stars can’t have you. I would sooner let the stars take thine own breath!”  Her tone was bright and jeweled, called out behind her for all to hear. But no one else could hear; it was just them, the two lovers, amongst the entirety and the emptiness of the universe.