I am lost against him. He covers me and I do not fight nor not desire to feel him. I want this powerful connection so bad that I felt like I would have gone mad if he had not taken the appropriate action.

I admit to myself how much I did in fact enjoy the way he dominated me. But once the act is completed, I feel tender and sore but there is a spark of happiness as she I crowd against him (though he could potentially drive me away). The pewter of my eyes gaze to the glittering ceiling that is our sky before I seek his own face to comfort my vision. I reach to touch the taper of my lips against his neck as the winter child cools me in response to the slick later of sweat we have formed.

I quietly wonder the future that beheld us. "Shall we raise our family here?" I speaks ever so delicately to gauge him, to understand what he thought was the next step. Would the forest be our home? A herd? I did not care for as long as I am with him I am completed.