[ A part of her wishes to find a way to rejoin his reflection and G'raha's so they might never be parted again. But, it is entirely unfair to the people those reflections might become. Perhaps the versions of Aymeric and G'raha will find others to love deeply and seek again and again. Although, that thought alone causes her hands to tremble slightly. It is wholly selfish and unfair, but that same part does not wish to see Aymeric with another. The part that wished to find him, her one and only mate; the part that reacts as if struck when suggestions Lord Borel take a mistress to produce heirs. Perhaps it is a fragment of her ancient feelings, or the fact she simply clings to him too much.
Saying her names--both of them--in such a manner forms a pleased sound from her. Those instincts push hard once more, and she attempts to keep them in place. Aymeric is a man of demands and orders when he need be, but she cannot imagine him being so in their bed. Her hand leaves his hair to tug at the curtain of the bed that faces the door once he begins to move. If nothing else it will give privacy and shield against the sun...
Then, all the rational thoughts leave her mind in one motion. He kisses her knee and it feels as if everything meltsI. A feeling of pleasure builds in her body and a low moan makes its way out from her. Her eyes flutter shut as her tail flicks to the side. She had always wondered what it would be like for him to touch and kiss her legs (as well as higher), but she hadn't expected it to feel as pleasurable as it does.
Alkaid leans into the bed beneath her, gently shaking in pleasure. Her ears droop slightly and she covers her mouth with the back of her hand to attempt in being quieter. The other hand moves to the back of his head, up his neck, and to the base of one of his ears. The tips of her fingers gently brush along the lines of his ear. ]
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Saying her names--both of them--in such a manner forms a pleased sound from her. Those instincts push hard once more, and she attempts to keep them in place. Aymeric is a man of demands and orders when he need be, but she cannot imagine him being so in their bed. Her hand leaves his hair to tug at the curtain of the bed that faces the door once he begins to move. If nothing else it will give privacy and shield against the sun...
Then, all the rational thoughts leave her mind in one motion. He kisses her knee and it feels as if everything meltsI. A feeling of pleasure builds in her body and a low moan makes its way out from her. Her eyes flutter shut as her tail flicks to the side. She had always wondered what it would be like for him to touch and kiss her legs (as well as higher), but she hadn't expected it to feel as pleasurable as it does.
Alkaid leans into the bed beneath her, gently shaking in pleasure. Her ears droop slightly and she covers her mouth with the back of her hand to attempt in being quieter. The other hand moves to the back of his head, up his neck, and to the base of one of his ears. The tips of her fingers gently brush along the lines of his ear. ]