Black Morass glowbell [m]

yes absolutely

and teya, open-mouthed and glistening in his embrace, came alive like a smouldering ember it seemed a thousandfold.

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when they had parted, teya shook herself deliciously and preened under the mingled scents now clinging to her coat. "you insist i take fish but," and here she rolled her slim shoulders, glinting coyly at kynareth as if her hunger for the moment had not been sated, "i take and give something better."
brecheliant beckoned, and she must return. the little raven swung her tail around well-loved hipbones and prepared to saunter at his side out of the strath, noting that when she returned again, she need only call for the tall warriorbuilt brute who had treated her so wholly against the black water of the morass.