Blackfeather Woods the radio station disappears, music turned into thin air

gonna fade this <3333

she had never before seen such tenderness in the wraith; it was not with murderous lust that he encircled her with his arms, still locked beneath the plume of her tail. the lashes of his tongue to the back of her head provoked a great relaxation in relmyna; she curled her hips into the crook of his belly and let her lids fall to half-mast. in time they separated, but did not part; in a strange way, the evoker found a dark safety in his embrace, and a light slumber followed.