They were perfectly in sync - every movement, every emotion, every breath. Their heartbeats thrummed in a synonymous tempo, throbbing incoherently between their lungs - so it would seem, at least. With every thrust, she could feel her heart soar, the frequency of her respiration climbing, and then plummeting. Was this what pure bliss felt like: to be intertwined (more or less) with the one you cherished more than your own aliveness? Indeed. This is what propelled her every whimsical motion; every breath and every graceful stride; each humming cadence of her heart.

It was him - without him, who knows if she would even be there - in Helovia. Without him would she even have the capacity to go on? She recalled the story he had told her of his dam, how she had sacrificed her own life so she may join her partner in the afterlife. She knew now what such strong emotional bonds felt like. If his presence were to ever go void in her life, she pondered if she could even go on; endure the vacancy he would leave in her heart.

Surely, no other could accommodate such a vast, gaping wound. Ears flopped lifelessly with pleasure as they lay sprawled out in the sand, sweat adorning her body much like a second skin. Would a foal result from their amorous behavior? She would not object if she did happen to fall pregnant once again. They would have many foals. She doubted Azzuen would object to such a thing.

As she nibbled lovingly on her ears, her cyan eyes began to flutter shut, darkness surrounding her. Peace, tranquility; complete, enrapturing elation. It had taken quite a bit of energy to support the weight of her lover - quite literally. How lucky she was to have found a stallion so kind and wholly adoring.

She knew not many were blessed with a love like this. Smiling, she expelled a gust of wind from her body, her lungs falling gradually as they emptied. With his gentle nudge she felt a quiesce nicker vibrate her plus bosom - a declaration of her entire, spellbound satisfaction. Arcing her head back so that it rested upon his neck, she sighed with content. Laced within that breathy gust was a light, airy phrase, quiet and lulled, though genuinely sincere in every tiny fiber. "I love you, my sweet Cepheus." An affectionate moniker; a celestial myth come to life, embodied. He was her Cepheus: her devout lover and dearest, most cherished companion.

Her eyes squeezed shut. "Always." She whispered.

[ ooc ; It's perfectly fine. <3 ]