Arrow Lake but all my tears have been used up

stigmata had thought that perhaps the time for heats had passed in diaspora, so he had not considered any consequence to the event it might strike once more within his walls. it was far too late by the time he could smell her; leaving his mind relatively blank as suddenly there was no amount of emotional distance or social repercussion that could keep him from responding to ketzia's irresistible scent.

only her teeth - any rebuttal, really - would have staved their union.

but she was not unwilling. not in the face of such powerful want. and perhaps inevitability.

he took her firmly and without hesitation; reveling in the act for as long as he possibly could, and losing himself thoroughly to the level of physical (and personal) pleasure he achieved from his coupling with the enigmatic godiva.

in the aftermath, as he took great care to clean and soothe where he had might have left her bruised, the general would discover that his thoughts were twisted among feelings of joy and disbelief as they fought in equal measure to hold his focus. but mostly he was just left with an intense perception of awe. both proud of having been allowed into her garden, and aware that it was a treasure he wanted to have only to himself for the rest of his life.