Cerulean Cape stonefox [m]

“You can’t promise that,” she cooed softly, as if it was a secret, meant only for their own ears. It, unfortunately, was the truth — Olive was quickly realizing just how much evil that existed in the world and how it loomed over the life that existed in the wilds, threatening them and taunting them. Any one [any where] could hurt her just as they had hurt Dakarai and the red herring [and eventually, she would learn, Palisander] and the thought both terrified and strengthened her resolve. Were she eventually to die from her consorts, she would be ultimately…. be okay with it. Death was a reality, but not necessarily a negative one. It signaled the return of the soul to the ethereal discarnate, an experience that Olive struggle to attain while confined to the physicality of earth.  A macabre death; now, that was what she was afraid of.

But she needn’t be afraid of Dakarai. He was the only creature on this planet who would never cause her harm. They were the same; made out of the same stuff; loved the same love. The fae was confident that they would never be torn asunder. 

However, the past few weeks made her not only wary, but realistic. Love was love was love was love, but like how she was stuck on earth while she longed to live amongst the stars, love was limited by their physical existence. Her dark knight could only be with her so often and trusted her to voyage far and wide, alone or with others. Dakarai could only protect her as much as he was with her — and thought she longed to be by his side every hour of every day, that was impossibility; not for this wild women with such energetic paws.

The lover’s embrace loosened and released and the two were able to sort their entanglement of appendages. She was still shaky and recovering from their instinctive, delirious lovemaking and found that her satisfied grin could not leave her lips. It had not been as animalistic as their first coupling [nor had any of the many, many other times had been], but it was sweet, loving, quite reassuring and available as many times as they could ever want it. As Dakarai laid the comforting weight of his head across her neck, she huffed at both the afterglow of their sex and the interminable musings the played in her mind.