Moonspear you wouldn’t leave 'til we loved in the morning

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Her heart caught fire as he answered her plea with a barrage of kisses, placed upon all the parts of her face; from her narrowset cheekbones to the slender length of her paw, to her petallike eyelids and velour forehead, gently heated by the fever he stirred within her. Her mind ceased any cognitive function and she felt his sweet tongue push against her visage and cleanse her, body and soul. A deep rumble of velleity rolled from within her chest; her knight always knew what she wanted, always knew how to heal her hurts — because they were one, written into the stars from the cataclysmic dawn of time.

But the stars were wont to change their mind, as Olive had come to understand.

The wraith sunk lower and lower into his sands, her soul enveloped tightly within Dakarai’s very being. The man, her husband, nibbled down her spine and elicited a catlike arch from her waifish form — the wolfess was all-feeling, every nerve in her body light and burning… just as she had wanted. She had him so many times, yet the lamb wanted Dakarai more and more and again and again; her instincts didn’t know any better; they did not have to answer to higher reasoning. It felt so requisite to indulge in them. Oh, she loved him — would never stop loving him.

Her body buzzed with lascivious energy as her lothario created a hot trail down the backs of her hocks and up again. Dakarai spoke and Olive so wished he wouldn’t; his words were drunken rambles [she was known to do the same] but were composed of half-truths that were impossible to ignore. It was for the same reason that she had refused to speak, could not will her vocal cords to form words, because in the face of divine veracity she would certainly crumble. And she did crumble — she would crumble — but at that moment her constitution was held together by Dakarai’s beloved, libidinous tongue.

“It is all so… delicate.” she purred, willowy hind legs splayed slightly and set aquiver. The druid spoke not of herself [delicate as she was in such a heightened state] but the fragility of their temporal existence; how the universe gave and took as it pleased, how no one escaped the karmic justice of the universal forces — no matter how perfect or special they believed themselves to be. ”We must protect it,” she gasped at his touch. The woman knew her words would likely fall on deaf ears, and as much as she knew she wanted this to continue and she wanted her dark king one last time, she knew to do so would cause Dakarai infinite pain. She couldn’t lead him on, yet her inspired such desire within her. For the moment being, she left the next move in Dakarai’s hands.

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