Rosewater Oasis [m] remember your pride

there comes a rumble in his throat, as her tongue flicks upon his paw. he comes to grip her tighter then, eyes of sultry fanning gently upon her face.

pressing himself closer to her, bringing connection upon them which was finite.

to her shoulder, he presses a languid trail of kisses. his dark nose feathery, light upon her fur as he drapes her in his affections. from shoulder to the back of her neck, he tends to her; the paw which cupped her face coming to rest upon her paw, to join hands.

no, he did not love racharra. yet, there was no denying his attraction for her. she was beauty, grace, the chosen between here and the heavens. he would cherish her—decorate her in what extent of love he could offer her, but who was to say they could not bloom? their reign had only just begun.

they had between now and eternity to come to true bliss.

let us be restless, my ankh. a breathy whisper that cords in heavy tendrils through their chamber. ever darkening as sunset progresses into twilight. his tongue comes to lap behind her ear, then along her cheek, as he grooms her with a smoldering intent.