Luneshale Pass sword of destiny

ione felt the searing weight of him, her breath hitching as his growl reverberated through her very being. he was colossal, overwhelming, a force of nature—and she, willingly, submitted to it. her body pressed deeper into the sand, molded by his presence, her own movements languid, almost serpentine, as she preened beneath him.

yes, yes! her voice carried the resonance of both acceptance and triumph, a cry that echoed with purpose. she was not simply yielding; she was rising to meet him in her own way, her spirit entwining with his power. she would be the mother, the reverend mother, the bearer of his legacy and their dominion.

we will be unstoppable, she murmured, her voice soft but fierce, her silver eyes alight as they met his golden gaze. her breath shuddered beneath his weight, but her resolve was unbroken. you, my gladiator, my conqueror. i will be your flame, and you will be my shield.

she tilted her head back, exposing the curve of her neck to him, her trust and challenge offered in equal measure. her tail swayed slightly, the gesture both instinctive and deliberate, as her voice fell to a whisper. mark me, kóvictus. through me, our empire will rise.