Sawtooth Spire He's a man of few words, but he talks a lot within.

Fading here.  <3

Her exhale came shakily, each fibre of her being quivering in Mahler's embrace as he brought their bodies together as one. Nyx' eyes fluttered closed as she released a strained sound of encouragement.

He set a pace for them, not quite as frantic as their last pity fuck but absent of tease. This time was planned, she reminded herself, an intimacy with purpose - and she knew what to expect.

So Nyx gave herself fully, in exchange for what Mahler would gift her. Her focus remained on him, on the closeness they shared, mind absent of Lycaon or Wylla or anyone else who often threatened to invade her rare and peaceful thoughts. When it was over, she felt weighted by contentment and the promise of a brighter future, and curled herself sleepily against Mahler's stronger frame for a time until they chose to part.

She would present herself to him again, no doubt, as many times as she had to the ensure a viable litter and until her season came to an end.