Jade Fern Grove chafa

he gave all the things she had wanted from crowfeather, and silvertongue wept in silent silvered tears as she lay against akavir, the swell of her belly golden where he had caressed her. trembling, the thin paw rose; she touched the back of akavir's ears as he set another kiss against the rosy skin of her abdomen, slid her own stroke down over his strong shoulders. never would she forget; she would not allow herself to let the curve of the cavern-wall escape her mind, the rain falling beyond; she would never forget the way his arms were around her now, how he felt as if he could be the only father to the children moving beneath his adoring kiss. he gave all the things she had wanted from a man, all save those things she had come to fear in men; her flesh burned for him to blot them both out for a time, but she did not answer this; silvertongue lay beside akavir, hand still resting upon the back of his neck, and allowed herself a dreaming stillness of a world in which she had never discovered akashingo.