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06-11-2017, 09:22 PM
The Elephant remained silent as his love spoke—assuaging his fears as she almost instinctively did. Though, given their past fight, her words did not have the instantaneous balm as before; he had too much guilt for his absence and how he had treated her previously for that. But, still, they worked far better than anything either he or Mbwene had tried thus far. And, for that, he gratefully lipped at the ashen ends of Rexanna’s silken mane. A low, contented and deep hum thrumming from his throat.
He blithely listened to all Safiri’s successes, great skull nodding at the genius of Rexanna to borrow the crafter’s glass cart in order to aid their daughter’s poor health. “Upendo wangu nzuri na akili,” he murmured quietly as his muzzle moved up from her mane-tips to the juncture of her jaw and throat.
His great head nodded slightly in agreement, muzzle brushing against her skin, as she gently suggested that he spend time with their daughter, alone. She was right, and he held no ill-will for Rexanna pointing out that he hadn’t spent nearly enough time with their sweet princess. Also, this moment of intimacy—pure and unadulterated by tension—felt good. Far too good for any hurt pride to ruin it.
Though he did pause his caressing lips for a moment as she offered her apologies for him abdicating the Edge’s throne—and some frisson of disquiet cut through him…but he dismissed it, instead focusing on the woman he loved. So he gently, playfully, nipped her skin, “Or the not so little things,” he teased.
“It’s been so long, too long,” he murmured quietly, his great heat moving closer to her slick, smooth skin. But he wouldn’t take charge this time. Given their fight, it would be Rexanna that would dictate what he could and could not do to her body—though the heat that pulsed through him threatened to roar, a flame dormant too long with far too much kindling.
upendo wangu nzuri na akili = my beautiful and intelligent mate
He blithely listened to all Safiri’s successes, great skull nodding at the genius of Rexanna to borrow the crafter’s glass cart in order to aid their daughter’s poor health. “Upendo wangu nzuri na akili,” he murmured quietly as his muzzle moved up from her mane-tips to the juncture of her jaw and throat.
His great head nodded slightly in agreement, muzzle brushing against her skin, as she gently suggested that he spend time with their daughter, alone. She was right, and he held no ill-will for Rexanna pointing out that he hadn’t spent nearly enough time with their sweet princess. Also, this moment of intimacy—pure and unadulterated by tension—felt good. Far too good for any hurt pride to ruin it.
Though he did pause his caressing lips for a moment as she offered her apologies for him abdicating the Edge’s throne—and some frisson of disquiet cut through him…but he dismissed it, instead focusing on the woman he loved. So he gently, playfully, nipped her skin, “Or the not so little things,” he teased.
“It’s been so long, too long,” he murmured quietly, his great heat moving closer to her slick, smooth skin. But he wouldn’t take charge this time. Given their fight, it would be Rexanna that would dictate what he could and could not do to her body—though the heat that pulsed through him threatened to roar, a flame dormant too long with far too much kindling.
upendo wangu nzuri na akili = my beautiful and intelligent mate
@Rexanna WHATA SHOCKER, Tembo making a pass on Rex #typical
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