Two Eyes Cenote The greatest tide washed up my prize.

A man.

He was soon snaked to her side, a smile on his lips that strummed wild in her eyes. A grin pushed on her own mouth, feeling weighted by his eyes in a thousand ways. Small, small, she made herself small until she slipped down to her side.

Rashepses' guard.
Excitable. Oh, how excitable she was, for slips of affection and focus, but in this, her heart was trembling. On her back, her paws touched his chest, batting, batting, batting. Her little jaw dropped in that smile, the corners of her mouth curving in a breath, the tip of her tail tightening in quick repetitions of waves. The imps mouth felt dry, her tongue washing over her muzzle endlessly.

"Long. Rigorous, see?"