Overture Downs seekers wish

Sun Eater, then.

Her chieftain’s radiance could not be overlain. Not in this moment, nor in the many moments ahead. He knew this, and still… still! Winter’s Wake desired to be the irrevocable eclipse of her heart.

I know what you seek.

Soft, cryptic words spoken in confidence unparalleled, chilling as the snowstorm howling outside of their warm, glowing, post-coital bubble. He meant every insinuation, though he was wise to only speak the most chaste interpretation.

You seek only to sate your curiosity, my cupiditas. That is all. There was nothing untoward about that, Eden’s serpent would promise. No one else need be involved. It is innocent. Nothing to confess, or feel guilty for. What we share can be just for us.

Our little secret.

suliya shuddered softly, her breath drawing low and slow against him, as though the weight of his words had pressed the very air from her lungs. the storm of his intent, the chill of his insinuations, they wrapped around her as tightly as the warmth of his presence.

she nodded, her silver eyes closing briefly, lashes fluttering against her cheeks as she whispered, yes... yes.

her voice was a mere thread of sound, caught between the pull of duty and the lure of something darker, something forbidden. her chest rose and fell with measured breaths, steadying herself in the aftermath of their closeness.

i will be good, she murmured, her words resolute but fragile, as if spoken to convince herself as much as him. this is ours... only ours.

a secret, she thought, the weight of it already curling around her heart. a secret she would carry into the cold expanse of winter, into the shadows where only they could tread.

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you get my first post of the year <3 also figured this would be a good spot to fade

The bed of coals within him was reignited to flame.

The serpent, glittering and lovely and cool to the touch, slithered into the private little shadow of space she had opened to him in her heart and coiled there to rest.

The seduction continued with his body— his teeth, his tongue— massaging her, preening flesh and fur to draw her mind from contemplation and into his hale embrace once more.

He let his need of her be known by the steaming press of himself against her silken body. His muzzle stroked her every curve. His limbs held fast to her svelte form, pulling her irreversibly close. He murmured his earlier prayers to her, low beneath the snowstorm’s whistling, spoke tenderly of his sibling gods:

Ananke, mother of necessity— giver of prey and water and instinct; Steady Chronos of time, of night and day cycling, and his fickle twin brother, Kairos of ever-changing weather; Genderless, formless, wordless Aion, the soulreaper, the Ferrier of the dead.

And he took her again, under banner of the Fates, taking his time to worship her with slow, spit-roasted passion rather than nuclear fervor and desire from before. He did not loosen his hold until she trembled uncontrollably, sweated of all strength, and until he was hollowed, empty so that she might be filled.

***

When they finally parted for their own paths, he promised her— vowed— more of the same the next time they met.