The Sunspire a poetic retelling of an unfortunate seduction

What? No. That didn’t sound like her Ceannasach. Kill her babies? That would literally never happen. The thought was so absurd that the pale druid quickly dismissed it, shaking away the thought like it were a biting fly in the summer. Such unpleasantness, amongst such marital bliss and passion! Why should she give the thought one more second of her time? 

Perhaps she was now an eternal optimist, determined to believe the best in people and always choosing to look past life’s negativities. It was so funny too, because just a few weeks ago she had been wracked with grief about the tragedies that had befallen the family. She felt too much, that was true — but to experience such raw emotion made her feel so alive. And right then, she felt alive. She felt alive pressed up against her lover, who had pledged himself to her and only her.  All of him, for the rest of their earthly existence. The thought of such… fealty and love growing as time passed pleased her immensely and she lusted for the deep respect and wisdom that came with it. She wanted a life with Dakarai, and everything that came with it.

Babies were the first step towards that end. Children that were somehow as dark as their father, yet light as their mother. Both powerful and strong, yet graceful and refined. The perfect yin and yang. Together, they would make an absolutely perfect and divine family.

“Oh, my king” she gasped as her ink-stained lover nibbled down her back. Her spine arched against his ministrations. “Spend no more time on these thoughts. Our futures are already written in the stars, and I can tell you that no tragedies will ever befall us again.” This may or may not have been true — Olive cared naught because the words felt right in her mouth. But, truly, when she was with Dakarai it seemed as if the world could not touch her. This only strengthened her resolve to spread her liturgy of peace and rhythm; she was convinced that love would solve every single of the words problem. She would seek to find peace where there was none until the end of her days. 

In there, somewhere, was another Dakarai metaphor. The shadowed specter who seen his entire family slain, yet loved her completely and totally. Perhaps it was this great loss that had shown him this great capacity to love and care for her. He knew what it was like to feel nothing, so he gave everything. It inspired Olive, truly. But would Ceannasach had made such a suggestion to Dakarai had he known his macabre past?

A deep purr rolled from within her milky ribcage and her eyes squeezed shut as his mouth made its way back there. Oh, how dare he tease her at a time like this! She would show him. Olive shuffled backwards until she felt the cool touch of his nose against her hot flesh. His simple touch lit fireworks in her body — it was all she ever needed. In fact, she felt that she might die from the want of it. Her heat was overpowering and manifested itself as a whine, low and needy, skating against her vocal cords, tongue then lips before escaping into the atmosphere.