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He reached up, far too enthralled by the mysterious herb to read into the god’s gentle caresses, and took the velvety buds from his mouth, their noses a hair’s breadth away from brushing against each other. He chewed the plant slowly, feeling his mouth dry as the bitter oils soaked his tongue, and pressed the plant into the corner of his mouth.

For a brief second he felt nothing, then slowly, warmth began to climb from the webbing on his toes and up his limbs. His hip sank to the ground, his toes curling in on themselves as the heat continued to climb up his thighs and over his back. He breathed slowly, sucking in deep breaths from his nose and exhaling them from his lips. It felt like hours had passed as he did, his pupils dilated to the point that the pretty flecks in his eyes appeared as thick smudges. Slowly his chest fell to the now illuminated earth, the heat now inching up his spine to the base of his skull. His eyes slid shut as he rolled onto his side, flexing his paws, willing for the heat to keep circulating through his body. His mouth felt excruciatingly dry, but he decided he would rather live with it than stand up and search for water. The heat had reached from the tips of his ears to his nose now and the feeling was far too exquisite to make him rise from where he was.

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