you could break my heart in two, but when it heals, it beats for you
She knows. She knows it is a mistake, that she is buying agony with her lust. Kensa has had so many others, knows the dance, and what it will cost. In the summer time her womb is empty and not yet ready to be seeded and so she has no concerns at all… normally. Normally she doesn’t feel anything but desire.
Its frustration she tells herself in the stuttering repetitive thoughts that circle through her mind. He made it so hard and that is why she needs him, why she craves this son of Tephra. Loess. Brigade has been so close to her and she has not known, and in her lust she is already thinking of when she can next have him touch her. Greed.
“What is..?
She knows.
Kensa asks him though she knows because she is savoring the pressure of his teeth against her withers and crushing herself to his velvet chest. His neck is a wall of muscle against which she leans, a kiss is pressed to his shoulder above the pinion of his wing, a sharp nip following shortly after.
Wings have always been alluring to her. Kensa steps away from him. It smells like rain out here now, and like him, like his sweat, and her desire. Her mouth chooses a feather, tasting and smoothing it against the others. Drawing her chin in she noses beneath the edge of that wing, to the darkness of his side and the rich scent of his skin and the dusty fragrance of feathers. She would slide beneath that vast burgundy wing if he would only let her, curl against him as she rain comes and touch him until his needs override all thought of what they should not do or be to one another.
Kensa
