Black Morass in the middle of the night

she shuddered beneath his weight, her body attuned to every touch, every stroke of his tongue. his words sank deep into her, filling her chest with a sense of pride and anticipation that burned hotter than the heat coursing through her veins.

you speak as though it is already done, husband, she murmured, her voice low and edged with teasing warmth. her eyes locked with his, unwavering, as her tail curled against him. you are so certain of your strength, of your claim. it is intoxicating.

she pressed herself closer to him, her head tilting slightly to bare the nape of her neck, inviting him to mark her, as he promised. her breath came in soft huffs, her voice a quiet hum. strong sons and fierce daughters, then. may they carry your name, our name, into the annals of history.