Maeve
It was unexpected and perhaps that's why it was so successful. Maeve sprints, pumping her arms and her legs harder, lungs burning as she grows closer to the penis tree. She doesn't know he's shifted back. Doesn't know he's gaining on her with the same intent of tackling her. No, the Nightshade is too concerned with winning. Her toes dig into the sand, kicking it up behind her, sweat beading on her brow as her muscles protest at being pushed so hard. Only when she's close to the tree, arm extending out to touch the trunk of it, did she look back at him.
Her fingers brush the bark just as he gets close enough to lunge at her and tackle her into the sand. Maeve lets out a yelp as she hits the sand, but it quickly morphs into a growl, twisting beneath him and rolling them in the sand.
Her fingers brush the bark just as he gets close enough to lunge at her and tackle her into the sand. Maeve lets out a yelp as she hits the sand, but it quickly morphs into a growl, twisting beneath him and rolling them in the sand.
the only heaven I'll be sent to
is when I'm along with you
is when I'm along with you
