2/21/2025, 4:32 PM
Aurelia leaned in closer, closer still. Solulfur offered no resistance - even her paws which had once braced Aurelia away from Sol in theory only now crumbled beneath the movement to settle against Sol's chest. It was the softest part of her throat that the Shakti-Vaes focused on, with all the merciless efficiency Solulfur had come to appreciate about the trained hunter.
There was a coy glint in the woman's vibrant sage eyes, mischievous and victorious and as potent as any fermented berry Solulfur had ever indulged in. Sol offered a smirk of her own, as smug and self-satisfied as a cat who had glutted itself on the cream. She felt like gravity had shifted, and she was weightless and no longer knew which way was up or down.
And then they were separated, and Solulfur rolled to her paws as quickly as possible to mask any shudder that passed through her at the sudden loss of warmth and buttery caramel that had once enveloped her. She tucked her chin, swiping her tongue over a stray tuft of fur on her shoulder with forced nonchalance.
I know you'll thrash me next time,
Solulfur couldn't stop the smile that graced her features if she'd tried.
I look forward to our rematch, then.
