Moonspear kunikkaa ❇

her husband's unstilted acceptance of her ways had done much to quell kukutux' feeling of otherness. she was different, and that was something the duck accepted. but jarilo had taught her she was not so foreign. her way of duty before love was reflected in hydra's own morals, and this settled her into a feeling of hearth-bound domesticity.

kukutux then was happy to touch him when he returned from his patrols, rising from one fur or another to greet him; now she felt the inviting warmth of his figure, felt the strength of the hardened muscles built by the mountain's hard stone shelves and green paths. she felt she had been a good wife; she could only trust that jarilo would tell her otherwise.

playfully she rose her muzzle to trace her teeth through the dark fur of his shoulder, a plucky flush of want and affection wending its way through her gravid body. "anuxtalulu," kukutux repeated, swallowing back a spate of nervousness clenching in her throat and offering: "it means 'i have desire for you.''" pale ears followed the track of his own; kukutux let the greenglimmer of her gaze seek his own, heart quickening its beat for a strong moment of wordless sensation.