Sun Mote Copse Something happens and I'm head over heels

like a copperback she awaited him, coiled in tight hot musculature. asmodeus drank in her fallow flanks and the flaxen pelt only highlighting her tense figure.

up swept the butterflame of her tail; he glanced at it with the fathomless glint of swart approval.

asmodeus did not take another step. here was a crossroads, and she had not invited him further. nor did the woman whisk herself away. he would not brave her fangs upon a lark. 

silently, the alabaster basilisk watched her, waiting, only the stirring of his flanks evidence that he still breathed.