Kreios
wildcat of the falls
I do love her, of course.
The desire to keep her safe, protected, and happy are driving forces in my life; my actions are spiraled around Ygritte at the center.
There are other things at my center as well – the kingdom, my family, my other children. I love Ygritte, but I do not love only her; I am not entirely sure I am capable of such a thing. Protectiveness is seeped into every fiber of my being, but monogamy is not. Perhaps she knows this; I have not made secret of my other children and other dalliances. I enjoy the feel of a woman under me as much as the next stallion, but the twin urge to help raise the resulting child is what seems to be absent in most men of Beqanna.
Had I had enjoyed the frenzy of our lovemaking more than usual? Perhaps – I am certainly wiling to do it again, both for my own pleasure and to ensure that the seed takes root. I’ve longed to see Ygritte round with foal since nearly the day I’d laid eyes on her, but respect and caution had kept that dream from becoming a reality.
Now though, now it is different.
I press my muzzle against her opposite shoulder as she nuzzles against me, rubbing the side of my face against her (as though I could scent her any more than she already is!) possessively.
“What should we name it?” I ask, my voice a low rumble in her left ear. “Do you think it’ll be a girl? I’ve always wanted a girl.”
i’m screaming the name of a foreigner’s god