Sleepy Fox Hollow Gave up on it, but honey, you got my hopes up

the cold ground warmed beneath the pair; mahler draped a heavy foreleg over her lithe flank and leant into her soft sounds, her yielding caresses.
"i have long thought the same of you, vylla," the general whispered against the edge of her mouth. a kiss there; he sighed as though a great weight had been removed from him.
far beyond the physical, mahler felt no need to rebuke himself, nor bring himself away. contentment stole into him; he was happy to exist here with the savage cloudsilver until day's end.
heartswell brought a loving sensation to flush through his loins again. mahler gathered wylla close; he nosed along the gentle curve of her skull and mouthed his silent declaration against one shuddering eartip.