Swiftcurrent Creek Night snake

Sleep had come eventually, as much as he had tried to keep it at bay. Enlightened in Eset’s embrace—as if stirred back to life, Akavir found himself mourning already the time lost between them as he felt a paw trail along him—a kiss planted upon him.

He swallowed the words he wished to speak then—how nice it would be to wake up like this every morning—and instead, paws reached for her warmth, hoping to pull her flush against him once more as his own lips would continue to explore her cheeks—her throat—her own lips.

“What is it the kids say, these days?” He hummed softly, head tilting back to study her with quiet amusement and appreciation. “If I lick it, it’s mine.”

Thus, he proceeded to stake his claim.