Gyrfalcon's Keep you said i was the [m]ost exotic flower

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Where Dreven was take what was given, enjoy the pleasures of life, because you never knew. Atka was shyer, calmer thought things through. Perhaps given a time he'd be born different anywhere else, from anyone else. Maybe he'd have found shame in the way he was carnal lust, but he didn't, he hadn't and he wouldn't. All those months ago he told her she was different, that his sins would wipe off on her.

Dreven was lost in carnal thoughts. Not himself at least fully. He had no words to gove her. He was high on the scent she gave off. But some small part of him knew to be careful with her as always.

Downy fur into broad chest and he slid his muzzle back her spine. Gentle pressure, gentle nips. Large forelegs encircled her in a wolfish hug. He didn't press the envelope uet, knowing she needed time. But he waited for her quiet agreement.