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got carried away srry

the fantastical met with the coporeal. she did not pull away, nor spurn him, nor seek to end their meet. wylla leant into mahler, sought to return his grooming with the soft pulling of her own teeth through the tangles upon his throat.
a physical pleasure, a feeling of companionship meant for wolven kind, but moreover it swiftly tipped toward awe in his heart.
and while mahler was not so foolish as to believe that they were sheltered from the momentous draw of the impending season, it was after all wylla. it was her, yielding and soft and feminine in ways he had not seen before.
or perhaps ways he had not wished to see.
a low sound as he swept lips to her cheek, then the corner of her mouth. mahler needed no fixed point in mind for them to achieve; he reveled in the touch of her body, the acceptance of his caress.
it was not like it had been with any other; he marveled at it, at the soft glow of the glissade flowering in him. it was without the desperate lust he bore nyx, it was without the cunning mindmelt of the moonmaid andraste — it was not the respectful desire he bore for takiyok, the quiet affections he had always harbored for ketzia, the protective emotion for maegi;
all these part and parcel of mahler's great and enduring love he had kept stowed in the event wylla would ever desire the thickly formed sources of his want for her.
he saw now in a cool moment of clarity how it had been for stigmata, but had the ironstar ever loved such as this; ever adored such as this?
he did not know why it was wylla who compelled him so. he did not know why still he remembered ruenna and sarah as cherished excursions of light upon his journey.
perhaps without them he could not now hold wylla and sense the depths of his worship and his devotion, and how even with no promise of their sensual bonding, he was content.
perhaps in loving them he had healed enough to be steadfast beside wylla until this moment.
perhaps he might always love those who had come after, but now the velvet glimmer of his lilac adoration was for her alone.
unhurried; he sought her proud neck with a gentle lick.