Warrick had ordered Levi to escort Karaugh, Kryptic and his sister out. Immediately Karaugh had called her son away, in a rather demanding way, and not at all as relieved she should be to be reunited with him. Her heart aches for the boy, missing his presence already. Never before had she thought of children, but Krytpic had been enclosed in her heart right away.
So it probably is no wonder that she hadn’t been able to not follow them once the band of gathered horses had all gone their own way. Only till the border, or so she told herself. And only to keep an eye on the piebald colt from afar. He now had to bond with his mother and sister, her being there wouldn’t do any good.
She fails at both of the two, and Amorette can’t really get herself to care. His loud call is answered with a whinny. But it is the sight of his soaked form that pushes her to meet him half way. ”Kryptic” she murmurs softly as she lowers her head so he can easily touch her nose. Soon her muzzle trails his body all over, checking him to see if he is hurt, and then attempting to lick him dry, like a mother would do to dry her newborn foal.
The shouting that almost startle Kryptic, make her look up. The conversation of Levi and Krypic’s sister, who apparently knew Levi pretty well, is hard to miss or ignore. She tried to, simply because it wasn’t her business, but it was hard to forget the summary of their ‘story’. Levi fucked her mom. And they had both liked it, even though Karaugh had claimed different before.
Amorette really didn’t know how to feel about it. Lucky Kryptic offers her a distraction. Automatically her head dips so she can wrap her neck around his form, pulling him closer against his chest as her lips gently groom his crest. ”I don’t know, little one, I don’t know..” There is nothing else she can tell him. When her eyes search his again, the dark woman has some difficulty to hide her worry. ”Don’t think about it, they aren’t mad at you.”
She wants to tell him she wasn’t mad, but that would be a lie. Because she is mad. Furious with Karaugh, for whatever she had let happen that soaked Kryptic and send him in such distressed state, and upset for what she learned about Levi, even though she already knew it deep down. But somehow the pleasure and desire made it even more wrong than the brute act of rape and punishment.
Amorette
Quand on n'a que l'amour.
