Nova Peak ε

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wildwoman dragged him to thinning edge and dangled him by gasping throat. any memories he might have had of others blurred now, dissolving as his thunderous groans stretched through the cavern.

readied, thus unmade, skorpa was hardly ready for her dominance, hopelessly caught off-guard by how her body had learned his dances.

ayovi crooned in her own words, white-coursed, silhouetted by the snow which fell in driving gusts into growing drifts just outside their door. winter cried onward but inside the cavestead was only he and her.

whiteclad, a pearled shimmer from neck to belly, the semi-shadow which veiled their joining. her limbs atremble, her pleasured face washed in watercolor sunlight.

treasures made of each passing moment, and he found himself with voice which struck in anvil weight against the arched ceiling of their home.

her answer was the clutch of claws to straining hips, skorpa devoted to wringing them both to dregs.

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