Two Eyes Cenote The deepest crevice of my heart

So big and handsome and strong! A big man of men with broad arms and hardened eyes. The scent of rancid blood that watered her tongue from the mazoi, rich title to that. Open wounds riddled his face. Neck, drenched in red beyond the rich browns that wrapped around the mazoi in a jacket. Ankle, torn open.

Legend's gaze bounced openly across the mans body, wordless and yet questioning every bit of it while a smile merrily sat on her features: disturbed. Her tail shivered out nerves.

Tick.

Tick.

Tick.

Tick.


Finally, a joyed: "Khuu!"

"Always happy!"

More words tried to squeeze out the yaret's mouth as a breath fell in her pretty lips, but all that happened was the flop of her head to the side.