Wheeling Gull Isle And basically I've gotta know

Teeth tease the down along her auds, sending a shiver down her spine. The wisp's shadowed features slackened into bliss, elation as languish stretches along her muscles - rapture glimmering in the lilac eye that tumbled along her jorrāelza's moonlit features.

Desire sparks in the heat of her blood once more, a new quaver taking hold of the girl, hearing the growl in his promise. She writhes in his grasp, rolling onto her back - allowing Daegon's affection to rain upon her throat.

New heat rises on her cheeks, sheepish violet gaze bright with lust - the Veltigar's head falling to the side to avoid his gaze, embarassed at her promiscuous behavior. (A small part of her could scarcely be bothered, they had a lot of time to make up for.)

Exhaustion chased from her, the Veltigar's starry muzzle carded through the fire-kissed fur of his chest - breath quickening in her lungs, an explorative rumble of a purr escaping. Her head rested against his elbow as a whispered vow leaves her, in the halting prose of his own tongue: 

"As I am yours - always."