Moonspear kipigniugun ⚭

somehow the words kukutux wished to speak ended up caught upon the tangle of her own response. sentence-making indefinitely suspended, the full breadth of his body pressed with a budding earnestness against her own. the duck felt the tug of his teeth through the fur of her nape; an exhale of tension greeted jarilo's soft courtship, his unhurried kisses.

she began to feel drunken upon the movements of his tall and powerful body. the blackfox made her feel all the more empowered, and a low wild sound quavered in her throat. some feathered feeling compelled her to stay as she was, for jarilo sought no reason to rush either of them. 

this was how kukutux came to realize if there was ever a man upon moonspear who would adapt her to those ways, it would be him. he was careful and organized, savage when the moment demanded it, and ever-watchful over the land of the ostrega kith. and now he warmed the little hillock of her shoulders with his breath and she felt the deep heartbeat of the ancient world in her bones.

delicately kukutux looked back toward jarilo, angling up, to catch the comforting greenery of his eyes for a silent moment that steadied the bird, her clear gaze imbued only with trust and affection. gone were any cobwebs of wariness; they had been replaced by desire for him. and though kukutux knew at any other time she would have been shy, perhaps horrified with her burgeoning wantonness, now she was not. only a new wife looking upon her new husband with intrigue.