Nova Peak yon peche [m]

an eddy of emotions val could not read spun across mireille’s face. he waited breathless in limbo, eyes widening as she at last looked upon him and pulled him close.

he felt within him a kaleidoscopic surge of adrenaline. the heat of their heads and mouths pressed together, the strum of each bounding pulse of blood — in his mouth heat stung the corner of his tongue as he turned to embrace mireille with sudden, unexpected urgency.

in val something had slept all these years that at last stirred. it was not just biological imperative that guided his body to hers; it was a sense of growing connection he’d been deprived of all along.

he brought his muzzle from her mouth to the soft cup of one ear; down her throat to her shoulder where she wore proudly the scars of her conquest. he marveled at the feel of her body - its’ strength and warmth and novel familiarity as reassuring as summer sunlight spilling across his back.