The Sunspire a poetic retelling of an unfortunate seduction

His strong arms swept underneath her, finding their locked position against her, pulling her petite frame up into his by her feathered inguen. The convex curves of her small body filled the hollow of his hips; but he filled her in more ways than one. The doe gasped as he took her swiftly, roughly, tenderly. It was a thing of beauty; that moment when two became one. Olive could feel their very souls collide, dancing in and around of each other, for time without end. The way he rocked her was so much more instinctual and desperate than ever before — the two had been driven mad from lust and Olive sought the sweet release that only Dakarai could gift her. Their hormones drove them; and it felt as if this was the most right thing that had ever been.  He was amazing, perfect; he was enlightenment. He brought her to life. 

Prurience shellacked the pale woman’s brain and she felt herself growling in her delirium. The sound was low and rolled with honey, built from passions resounding deep in her chest. This was it. The end of all times; for nothing could be better than this. Nothing was better than the love he made to her, but this time there was true purpose behind it. Their intention was clear as day: have babies. as many babies as possible. Fill the world with little pups, each with one eye bright blue and the other eye dark forest green. They would name them names and feed them food and do all the things that parents did — together. The thought of it was somehow quite erotic to her and she took great pleasure in it. The wildness of their coupling caused her breath to come in great heaves. Olive lifted her chin and rubbed her sculpted maw against the tender underside of his neck, breathing these sounds into his ear as he whispered passions into hers.