trait harkened back to their other form. Most felines were aloof, yet, on occasion they inexplicably adored leaving various fetching little 'kills' for someone they fondly associated with.
Due to their circumstances, he had not been able to do very much on their journey. Though she would not speak with him for much of the time, he still tried. A soft leaf for her to touch, an odd-shaped stone to feel, a curled shell to listen to.
Familiar males in the throes of Incarnation had the ability to gift their mates with new life; they could turn back time for their mates. It was a secret they kept among themselves for obvious reasons.
Sometimes the chance for a child arose out of the escalating spiritual and physical energies. If such an occasion should develop, Salair was of the mind that it was too soon for them to go down that path. However, when he reached the final level, he knew what he really wanted to do for her. . . It would be dangerous. More so for him than her. He was confident that should it all go wrong, he could at least keep her safe.
He did not care about the risk. He was willing to sacrifice himself for this one special gift.
It was something he and he alone could do for her. A testament of his belief in her.
His complete commitment to them as mates. Salair knew he often was like a feral Familiar; his untamed essence in that regard had come across to her, he was sure. He did not envision himself staying around a hearth with her. They would have to discuss that later.
Still, she had mated with him. She had agreed to undergo Incarnation with him.
If all went well, he could bestow on her a special affirmation of his vow. Do not let my rough ways concern you, Softcat, I will be here for you in all ways.
***
Silently, he removed her clothing and then his own. He took her hand and led her into the small pool. When he stopped in front of the waterfall, Snow felt something bounce off her shoulder. A small splash followed. Startled, she jumped, clutching Salair's arm.
"What is it?" she gulped, her imagination running to strange furry little cave dwellers.
Her mate chuckled. "It is just a tasmin flower, Snow. There are vines heavy with buds crossing the entire ceiling of the cavern." His teeth captured her lower lip for a fast nip. "Like you, they are quite beautiful."
Flushing from his compliment, she delicately sniffed the air.
"They are starting to open." Most strains of tasmin bloomed only when the sun went down.
"Yes, night is falling. I can see three stars in the twilight sky beyond the entrance to the cavern." Faraway sounds of animals stirring with the close of day reached both their ears. In its way, soothing.
A light breeze wafted through the cavern.
Snow smiled. "It seems you have found a lovely spot, Salair."
He raised her hand to his lips. "I could have chosen any spot, for every part of M'yan has its own beauty." His warm tongue slipped between her fingers, sliding back and forth in a playful manner that electrified her senses. It did not seem as if he were referring solely to M'yan. The male shapeshifter drew her to him; his mouth covered hers in a sizzling kiss. He stepped back, bringing them slightly under the spray of the waterfall. As the buds flowered along with nightfall, the heavy blooms dropped off the vines. Cascading blooms floated over the falls and over them.
The moist petals caressed Snow's skin with their sweet, exotic fragrance.
Yet, not as exotic as Salair's sexual fragrance. His addictive scent mingled with the heady perfume, bathing her in a multi-layered mix as enigmatic as the man who held her in his arms.
The backs of his fingers stroked up and down her naked back as he continued to kiss her languidly, dipping his tongue into her mouth over and over to sample her sweetness.
It was a perfect kiss.
A kiss of lovers on the night wind of rising passion.
His knuckles made small circles on her back; his thumbs pressing gently, then more firmly into the pliant skin.
Due to their circumstances, he had not been able to do very much on their journey. Though she would not speak with him for much of the time, he still tried. A soft leaf for her to touch, an odd-shaped stone to feel, a curled shell to listen to.
Familiar males in the throes of Incarnation had the ability to gift their mates with new life; they could turn back time for their mates. It was a secret they kept among themselves for obvious reasons.
Sometimes the chance for a child arose out of the escalating spiritual and physical energies. If such an occasion should develop, Salair was of the mind that it was too soon for them to go down that path. However, when he reached the final level, he knew what he really wanted to do for her. . . It would be dangerous. More so for him than her. He was confident that should it all go wrong, he could at least keep her safe.
He did not care about the risk. He was willing to sacrifice himself for this one special gift.
It was something he and he alone could do for her. A testament of his belief in her.
His complete commitment to them as mates. Salair knew he often was like a feral Familiar; his untamed essence in that regard had come across to her, he was sure. He did not envision himself staying around a hearth with her. They would have to discuss that later.
Still, she had mated with him. She had agreed to undergo Incarnation with him.
If all went well, he could bestow on her a special affirmation of his vow. Do not let my rough ways concern you, Softcat, I will be here for you in all ways.
***
Silently, he removed her clothing and then his own. He took her hand and led her into the small pool. When he stopped in front of the waterfall, Snow felt something bounce off her shoulder. A small splash followed. Startled, she jumped, clutching Salair's arm.
"What is it?" she gulped, her imagination running to strange furry little cave dwellers.
Her mate chuckled. "It is just a tasmin flower, Snow. There are vines heavy with buds crossing the entire ceiling of the cavern." His teeth captured her lower lip for a fast nip. "Like you, they are quite beautiful."
Flushing from his compliment, she delicately sniffed the air.
"They are starting to open." Most strains of tasmin bloomed only when the sun went down.
"Yes, night is falling. I can see three stars in the twilight sky beyond the entrance to the cavern." Faraway sounds of animals stirring with the close of day reached both their ears. In its way, soothing.
A light breeze wafted through the cavern.
Snow smiled. "It seems you have found a lovely spot, Salair."
He raised her hand to his lips. "I could have chosen any spot, for every part of M'yan has its own beauty." His warm tongue slipped between her fingers, sliding back and forth in a playful manner that electrified her senses. It did not seem as if he were referring solely to M'yan. The male shapeshifter drew her to him; his mouth covered hers in a sizzling kiss. He stepped back, bringing them slightly under the spray of the waterfall. As the buds flowered along with nightfall, the heavy blooms dropped off the vines. Cascading blooms floated over the falls and over them.
The moist petals caressed Snow's skin with their sweet, exotic fragrance.
Yet, not as exotic as Salair's sexual fragrance. His addictive scent mingled with the heady perfume, bathing her in a multi-layered mix as enigmatic as the man who held her in his arms.
The backs of his fingers stroked up and down her naked back as he continued to kiss her languidly, dipping his tongue into her mouth over and over to sample her sweetness.
It was a perfect kiss.
A kiss of lovers on the night wind of rising passion.
His knuckles made small circles on her back; his thumbs pressing gently, then more firmly into the pliant skin.
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