12-27-2017, 07:24 PM
Jah-Lilah
someday, we will foresee obstacles
Before you go to sleep, say a little prayer.
When she looked into his eyes, it filled her so full it was almost too much to bear. Almost. Just when she had begin to think she had seen it all, he showed her there was more to see. He was as much a part of her as the Earth-Mother, master and commander of the wind and of her heart. A breeze takes hold of her, and she loses herself in his grasp as he swarms all around her. Her beloved is near. There is a certain fear that comes from giving one self away, to relinquishing all power and control, to being at the mercy of another being. Jah-Lilah is no longer afraid. Despite what her past has taught her, she trusts him, blindly and wholeheartedly. The pair of them had to endure heartbreak and trouble to finally find one another, but every bit of it was worth it to the red sorceress. My mare was now proud of who she was, proud to be taken, proud to be at the side of another. Jah-Lilah's soul was changing.
A thin layer of sweat had begun to coat her pelt, and she shifted her weight uncomfortably as the babe within her tried to reposition itself. A great shift in the wind, then the sound of wings, and she is instantly at ease. Raising her head to watch him land (gracefully as always, he was so impressive), her eyes dance merrily. Her heart leapt with joy at the sight of him, relieved he was here. Her sides heave, her breathing labored although she isn't exerting herself. Internally, she blames the waning heat of the sun, but secretly she is concerned about their little one. Her tail swishes aggressively against her haunches, but she barely notices she's doing it. Her soulmate gravitates to her, placing kisses tenderly down her body, and the sea inside her is temporarily quelled. Smiling through a particularly bad cramp, she chuckles and nibbles his shoulder in return, leaning on him more than normal.
"Ah, my Wind, right on time as usual." The words are spoken through momentarily gritted teeth, then she exhales as the pain subsides. @[Canaan] was the only thing she wanted right now, the unfamiliarity of motherhood leaving her ignorant to the fact that she was having contractions. It had always been so easy to be the midwife, now it was her turn to be the new mother. Grunting again, she speaks, her voice an octave lower than usual. "I'm glad you've found me, I don't feel very good today lover."
She can't help but smile as @[Amet] fumbles out compliments about the future of her unborn. It is a welcome distraction from the pain her abdomen. The Dragon-King is still the same awkward youngling she had met seasons ago, unsure of his place in the world, but good and kind. It delighted Jah-Lilah to see ruling a kingdom and then giving it away hadn't gone to his head or ruined him. Another wave of pain washes over her, and she can only nod her gratitude and agreement in his words, huffing and puffing her way through the tightening in her womb.
As she turns to her winged king, something different consumes her, and she cries out quietly. So much for asking him to help her back to "bed"(ahem, with suggestive eyebrows and all, the hormones have been turning her out lately). The contraction rocks her damn near to her core, and she whines, long and low. Suddenly she goes down in front, left knee giving out on her. The rest of her body trembles, in pain this time rather than pleasure, and the next thing she knows her water breaks. A flood like one she's never felt drenches the grass, and she knows what time it is. All the midwife skills in the world and she still found herself unprepared for this moment.
Every day, in every way it's getting better and better.
When she looked into his eyes, it filled her so full it was almost too much to bear. Almost. Just when she had begin to think she had seen it all, he showed her there was more to see. He was as much a part of her as the Earth-Mother, master and commander of the wind and of her heart. A breeze takes hold of her, and she loses herself in his grasp as he swarms all around her. Her beloved is near. There is a certain fear that comes from giving one self away, to relinquishing all power and control, to being at the mercy of another being. Jah-Lilah is no longer afraid. Despite what her past has taught her, she trusts him, blindly and wholeheartedly. The pair of them had to endure heartbreak and trouble to finally find one another, but every bit of it was worth it to the red sorceress. My mare was now proud of who she was, proud to be taken, proud to be at the side of another. Jah-Lilah's soul was changing.
A thin layer of sweat had begun to coat her pelt, and she shifted her weight uncomfortably as the babe within her tried to reposition itself. A great shift in the wind, then the sound of wings, and she is instantly at ease. Raising her head to watch him land (gracefully as always, he was so impressive), her eyes dance merrily. Her heart leapt with joy at the sight of him, relieved he was here. Her sides heave, her breathing labored although she isn't exerting herself. Internally, she blames the waning heat of the sun, but secretly she is concerned about their little one. Her tail swishes aggressively against her haunches, but she barely notices she's doing it. Her soulmate gravitates to her, placing kisses tenderly down her body, and the sea inside her is temporarily quelled. Smiling through a particularly bad cramp, she chuckles and nibbles his shoulder in return, leaning on him more than normal.
"Ah, my Wind, right on time as usual." The words are spoken through momentarily gritted teeth, then she exhales as the pain subsides. @[Canaan] was the only thing she wanted right now, the unfamiliarity of motherhood leaving her ignorant to the fact that she was having contractions. It had always been so easy to be the midwife, now it was her turn to be the new mother. Grunting again, she speaks, her voice an octave lower than usual. "I'm glad you've found me, I don't feel very good today lover."
She can't help but smile as @[Amet] fumbles out compliments about the future of her unborn. It is a welcome distraction from the pain her abdomen. The Dragon-King is still the same awkward youngling she had met seasons ago, unsure of his place in the world, but good and kind. It delighted Jah-Lilah to see ruling a kingdom and then giving it away hadn't gone to his head or ruined him. Another wave of pain washes over her, and she can only nod her gratitude and agreement in his words, huffing and puffing her way through the tightening in her womb.
As she turns to her winged king, something different consumes her, and she cries out quietly. So much for asking him to help her back to "bed"(ahem, with suggestive eyebrows and all, the hormones have been turning her out lately). The contraction rocks her damn near to her core, and she whines, long and low. Suddenly she goes down in front, left knee giving out on her. The rest of her body trembles, in pain this time rather than pleasure, and the next thing she knows her water breaks. A flood like one she's never felt drenches the grass, and she knows what time it is. All the midwife skills in the world and she still found herself unprepared for this moment.
Every day, in every way it's getting better and better.