446 if it's any consolation, you've creeped me out too 8D 8D 8D LIBRI I DON'T WANT TO DO THIS ANYMORE (who am I kidding lol)
Eris is by Kiri!
It was, perhaps, the single most egotistical thing she'd done in her life. Of course no others were worthy of her -- who else but her very flesh and blood, the boy she'd knitted together with her body and Larkspur's? She had tasted nothing since Larkspur's death, in any case -- the closest she'd come was Kit with Molcaxitl, but that hadn't really been her, anyway -- that had been Molcaxitl. Eris herself remained untouched since her mate's death, having shunned contact from even those she'd courted and had before. The onyx-hued coyote did not halt and consider whether she'd waited an appropriate amount of time and given her dead their deserved mourning. It occurred to her that this could be thought of as the closure of that mourning. She could revel in life again, and touch the ghosts of their dead through this union with Pandemic.
The dark-hued woman peered down at her son with loving eyes, and for perhaps the first time, it was a genuine look. She had loved Larkspur, but she had not been devoted, she had not been loyal. She would not -- could not -- make the same mistake over again, and would protect Pandemic's life as zealously as she had when he was only a small thing, tiny and defenseless. Now, perhaps their roles ought to be reversed -- surely his thick arms were more capable of protection than her womanly body. But Eris could not help that fierce fire of possessiveness and protectiveness over him all the same. Perhaps it would always be there, and perhaps she only fed it by engaging him as she did now. It was far too late to consider such, however, for the smile on his lips was one of understanding. It was a smile, she thought, reserved only for her.
There was understanding in his body with the override of instinct against conscious movement, and his hands were at her waist. They clutched and he kissed, and the dark woman shivered as his body arched against hers. She felt him between her legs; a coal-furred muzzle parted and she withdrew from their kiss, the beginnings of a soft moan rising from her throat. Eris leaned back and settled over him, reveling in the delicious heat between them. Her hands rested against the thick muscle of his chest, kneading through the fur there. She looked down on him, eyes half-lidded and with the faintest hint of a purely contented smile on her muzzle. The smile slowly disappeared, fading into one of a knitted brow and wrinkled muzzle as she slowly rocked her hips over him.
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