tell the wolves I'm home
Any other time the thought of food would override most other necessities; but this consumption and devouring was of a different sort, and the shared looks, the residual glows, the potential for more persistent pleasure failed to flicker away. They pooled deep within, and it seemed like he was going to have to be the one with reason, even when caught and snared with restlessness; the tug and pull in alternating directions.
“Not sure if that is a compliment,” he murmured instead to the first notions, briefly snorting as her breath rasped and touched over his navel. Muscles undulated and rippled beneath her touch, and the sigh to follow was partially out of beholden sentiments and having to force thoughts away from those immediate angles.
Instead, he used his vantage points to lift her up and off; placing her back upon the floor. “Just a pause,” he assured, voice in her ear, for other things to come. A begrudging motion of his own followed suit, bare feet on the wooden portions, mouth on hers, before pulling away to head to actual, imparted destinations.
“Not sure if that is a compliment,” he murmured instead to the first notions, briefly snorting as her breath rasped and touched over his navel. Muscles undulated and rippled beneath her touch, and the sigh to follow was partially out of beholden sentiments and having to force thoughts away from those immediate angles.
Instead, he used his vantage points to lift her up and off; placing her back upon the floor. “Just a pause,” he assured, voice in her ear, for other things to come. A begrudging motion of his own followed suit, bare feet on the wooden portions, mouth on hers, before pulling away to head to actual, imparted destinations.
the ressurected sword
