Dragoncrest Cliffs The Bends

with few men around, and none who would dare demand a performance of peak post-partum potential, mireille was free to move about sapphique with no sense of shame about her recovering body.
the scent of milk and moss often clung to her, but with many types of help available, mireille was free to have time to herself, and so thrived in these early weeks on the empathetic support of her coastal pack.
suzu's call pleased her; she came sauntering along the slopes and clucked her tongue, eyes narrowing, to see the state of her niece.
"where have you gone?" she asked, not in an accusatory manner, rather a casual way of asking what has stressed you to this degree? i want their head.
val was close; she glanced up at him and then began to unsnarl tangles from suzu's pelt.