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She could imagine for a moment that all the world stood still, and again that none but them existed in this world. She could feel the desire in her heart to immortalize this moment as it grew, tended by a love that was left unspoken. But it was felt. Throughout her whole being she could feel it, and could do no more than act upon it as she knew how; carefully... patiently... thoroughly. For in her mind, time had stilled for them and that growing pleasure once left to hide in the recesses could flourish as it desired. There was no rush nor haste... only them in this sliver of a moment set apart from the rest.
A touch more profound, she hadn't felt before... not even when the male she had given her all. His love was built on the feral nature that resided in them bold, that need to claim and re-affirm that claim staked by a night of irrefutable passion. It was a savage love filled with the complexities of two conflicting minds and hearts. And though she never despised it, she had grown so tired of submitting even when instinct demanded she do so. But this... this passion here and now, there was no fight for dominance underlying his touch, but a question offered in a language she was open to receive by him alone. Did she feel this way for him as well? Could she accept this transcendence of his place in her eyes from her dearest companion to something other? But what it was she did not know, only that so long as he was there with her, she was willing to follow there it led.
She answered him with an affirming press of her muzzle to his, the slick flesh of an elated tongue slipping past her delicately parted maw to lavish him countless times over with an answer words would do no justice.