Dragoncrest Cliffs [m] salt plying

chani nodded. she had felt flooded with such before; she had leapt from the saltcliffs into the sea to pursue this sensation. teeth disentangled pepper's pelt as she listened. did he speak to any other in this way? who else knew him as she had come to know him? did it make her jealous to think of his past, how many others he might have put to the dominant spurring that she had experienced with him?
not jealousy; quite.
"but i do not be scared of you," she proclaimed, winding herself close with explorative  kisses across the muzzle which had brought such pleasure. "i want — hm," words failed where body did not, but chani sought pepper quite gently.
a new challenge, opposite his own; hunting him with satin ribbons, exhaling her smiles upon his eartip.
leaning back, she sought his eyes, urging him in the same vein, wondering what else existed, if beast might find new outlet in softer beauty.
she tasted power; she reached for the same sort as he.