Blackfoot Forest Singeing Through Cosmoses

"Yes, yes! I want to do that."

The unparalleled amount of joy that surged through her flesh at the mere thought was sickening. Legend enjoyed that sick feeling though. She enjoyed that churning, nauseating sensation in her tummy that made her mind recoil in thought. That recoil was ever so alluring, taunting, and a dance she would happily partake in with Death himself.

"Then I will return to you," she says, a low dip to her head while she walks to his side with submissive, low shakes of her tail. That sly smile never left her lips. Her body comes to full height and stands before his figure, he and all of his glory as he commanded her as a God above the flightless, he who gave her wings. With those wings, she worked. She delivered. She gave, as it was the only purpose and joys she now knew. Joys that, by now, she was ecstatic and all too twistedly enthralled with. Her front legs aligned to his, her chest up and her head afloat in that snake-like pride.

Starved, she said before to him.

"And I will whisper back to you."