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idk if we're fading or not???? @Cry
The sensation of a heat was not entirely unfamiliar to the snow empress.
In the previous year, her season had come to pass with no answer to her calls, no relief from the burning itch that trembled her body and weakened her veins; there was no help to be gained. Stranded alone, the ivoria had hidden herself deep within the bowels of a damp den, scarcely departing even to fill her belly with the warmth of a meal. It had been too risky for a woman in her lonesome, during the length of her heat, to traipse the teekon with nobody to guard her back.
But now - now she did not have to hide. The flame had been ignited within her body, a smouldering lick of calefaction hotness that ravished through her legs and tingled up her spine, a ghost on fire; the scent of her husband on the wind called to her. Too irrisistible a summon to ignore, the svelte queen weaved through the trees, waved her hips back and forth as she neared - to inform Raziel, primarily, that her mind was not entirely her own. Steered by instinct.
Toward him.
In the previous year, her season had come to pass with no answer to her calls, no relief from the burning itch that trembled her body and weakened her veins; there was no help to be gained. Stranded alone, the ivoria had hidden herself deep within the bowels of a damp den, scarcely departing even to fill her belly with the warmth of a meal. It had been too risky for a woman in her lonesome, during the length of her heat, to traipse the teekon with nobody to guard her back.
But now - now she did not have to hide. The flame had been ignited within her body, a smouldering lick of calefaction hotness that ravished through her legs and tingled up her spine, a ghost on fire; the scent of her husband on the wind called to her. Too irrisistible a summon to ignore, the svelte queen weaved through the trees, waved her hips back and forth as she neared - to inform Raziel, primarily, that her mind was not entirely her own. Steered by instinct.
Toward him.
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watching every lover on the battleground [M] - by Gwen - February 19, 2019, 12:39 PM
RE: watching every lover on the battleground [M] - by Cry - February 19, 2019, 02:19 PM
RE: watching every lover on the battleground [M] - by Gwen - February 20, 2019, 04:47 PM
RE: watching every lover on the battleground [M] - by Cry - February 25, 2019, 01:44 PM
RE: watching every lover on the battleground [M] - by Gwen - February 27, 2019, 03:39 PM