Black Morass in the middle of the night

her breath shuddered as his voice wrapped around her like chains of molten steel. she basked in his words, each vow striking her core, each snarl fanning the embers of her pride and purpose. her tail remained high, a signal of her acceptance, her belief in the dominance of the one she had chosen, the one chosen for her.

you are my shield, my storm, she murmured, the words soft but deliberate, a reverence in her tone that matched the fire in his. she pressed closer, the curve of her body melding to his larger frame.

his claim was absolute, and she reveled in it. the words he spoke weren’t just promises; they were a declaration, a binding contract in the eyes of the celestial mothers. she belonged to him, yes, but it was a shared belonging, a sacred partnership forged in blood and the will of the divine.

her gaze, unwavering and molten with approval, met his. and tell me, husband, what do you desire of me? her voice lilted, a curious edge curling through the sweetness of her tone. her tail swayed faintly as her lips curved into a soft smile, teasing but sincere. sons to carry your strength, or daughters to rule with my wisdom?