07-26-2009, 12:55 PM
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“But Kaena is a beautiful monster,” said the coyote, voice so filled with love and reverence for the silver woman. “Samael loves Kaena.” And he spoke only the truth, words laden with uncharacteristic emotion. He adored her above all other living things, for she’d given him life in this world and embodied absolute perfection in his eyes. He was unworthy of her, and unfit to cause her grief. If she’d be happier with him dead, then he’d slit his own throat and throw himself into the ocean. But she didn’t wish for that, and so Samael contented himself with her closeness.
Head nuzzled against her chest in the manner of a small feline, gaining pleasure from the warmth and comfort of another’s body. He even purred softly, growling deep in his throat in a tone that spoke of only affection. Desire permeated from his flesh, radiating off each and every hair of his gold and ebony coat. One hand snaked around her waist, the other gliding across her chest to rest against her shoulder. He leaned heavily against her, as though unobtrusively, intentionally aiming to push her off balance into the sand. Muzzle sought her neck, pressing close as he longed to lie beside her in the sand that still held the warmth of day.
“But Kaena is a beautiful monster,” said the coyote, voice so filled with love and reverence for the silver woman. “Samael loves Kaena.” And he spoke only the truth, words laden with uncharacteristic emotion. He adored her above all other living things, for she’d given him life in this world and embodied absolute perfection in his eyes. He was unworthy of her, and unfit to cause her grief. If she’d be happier with him dead, then he’d slit his own throat and throw himself into the ocean. But she didn’t wish for that, and so Samael contented himself with her closeness.
Head nuzzled against her chest in the manner of a small feline, gaining pleasure from the warmth and comfort of another’s body. He even purred softly, growling deep in his throat in a tone that spoke of only affection. Desire permeated from his flesh, radiating off each and every hair of his gold and ebony coat. One hand snaked around her waist, the other gliding across her chest to rest against her shoulder. He leaned heavily against her, as though unobtrusively, intentionally aiming to push her off balance into the sand. Muzzle sought her neck, pressing close as he longed to lie beside her in the sand that still held the warmth of day.