Nova Peak ε

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no matter how many times he had witnessed that lille død sweep in rippling pleasure through ayovi, skorpa never tired of it. each time it was different; each time demanded some new challenge to himself.

her turn now to stand above him, and the warrior's eyes danced with red fire, all of him open to her gaze. he enjoyed that his hunger for her was mirrored in the tight nipping of her teeth, the way she parted his jaws for her breath.

leaning back upon the bearskin, he heard her question. northern he knew; women he knew. did she ask after them now? his laugh beamed above them, hard paw cupping her chin with utmost care.

he flexed his own body beneath her wanting stare, flinging a brow high in suggestion. once or twice he supposed he had been surprised by the execution of an act unexpected and deeply pleasant. but as skorpa looked into the face of his own wife, he felt that even had he the words, he would not have known how to ask!

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