The Sunspire a poetic retelling of an unfortunate seduction

can’t stop won’t stop

Her find was rewarded with a divine embrace and Olive luxuriated in it, pressing her face entirely into his ebony pelage. The lamb loved to please him, to delight him, to make him smile and laugh and show him all the beautiful things in the world.The cenote was indeed beautiful; Olive had no doubt that Dakarai would think it so. She took personal pride in feats of nature [as she felt such oneness with all creation]; the man held a profound belief in the magic of flora and fauna, the divine chaos of it all — and though her own devout beliefs differed from his somewhat, the nymph found his stoic perspective fascinating. Olive found everything about him fascinating.

Olive pulled her visage from his fluff and shifted slightly so that her temple and ear rested against the strength of his neck. Dakarai felt as solid as the stone walls they gazed upon, framing the lumiscent waters on all sides but one. A fine mist hovered upon the calm waters; a product of the relatively warm aquifer hitting the chilly winter. Once of the aforementioned zephyrs rushed past them and pirouetted against the cave walls that surrounded them, stirring the fog as well as the plush fibers of her coast. The reverberations also made Dakarai’s [already strong] voice sound louder [and somehow stronger]; it was invisible to the eye but felt so strongly in her heart. The moment was so perfect that the fire in her belly flared once more and her eyes, carved of jade, made amorous slits at her lover. 

A low purr trilled from deep within her throat and she puffed out her feathered décolletage, rubbing her head against him like she were a jungle cat. “King…” the words was said low, rolling alongside her purr “I’m not so sure it worked the first time.” Her hips began to swing low, bumping rhythmically against his legs. Her hormonal lust was playing such beautiful music, how could she not dance an equally as beautiful bachata with her beautiful, hot lover? “Perhaps we should make sure…. make sure that it… worked…” and that they did, over and over and over again for basically a week straight.