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art by crypsis
He mirrored her movements subconsciously. By the time her feet hit the ground, he was dismounting. The pale coyote was unsure of where she was taking him, but his conscious thoughts were swiftly moving to another head. His hands loosened the saddle around his own mount’s girth and worked free the reins. Both horses lingered nearby, familiar with one another, and began to graze in the tall grass of this secret grove.
Max stood tall, uncertain, and watched the storm-colored girl with his own sun-colored eyes. There was something alluring about her boldness—that she had been the one to lead him away, like some old fairy tale he recalled vaguely. Many of them started that way. Ezekiel had once told him that a woman had led men into sin, but Max didn’t know if this was the truth. His own mother had been nothing but a terror to him; Talitha had been kind; others had been somewhere between these two extremes, but what Draugr was presenting was new and exciting. She was something he did not understand. She was a breaking of rules he knew, and this excited him further.
It took only a few steps to close the distance between them. His hands rose, hovered, and then dropped to her shoulders. If he had been another boy, he might have asked why, asked more. Max was a soldier. Max had learned not to ask questions, just to obey.
His mouth sought out her own, nudging, tasting, exploring. His hands were much the same—they trailed the length of her collarbone and sought the flat, bony rib cage below the throat. Then they went further, to her breasts. These were small, firm things in his hands, and excited him in a way he did not expect. A needy whine broke through his mouth, but it was muffled by her tongue, her teeth, her breath. His fingers trailed the curve of her chest and found himself squeezing her breasts, testing them. One thumb brushed against a hard nipple, and then the other followed suit.
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