Every day I think of you

He’d be lying if the idea of randomly scooping Syanna up at random points in the day to have his way with her wasn’t incredibly tempting. Now that the idea was in his head he knew he’d have to do just that just because he could. Being back with her felt like one long string of things that he wanted to do just because he could after not being able to for so long. He knew that top priority would be just loving her silly was often and as many times as he could—partially because she was so incredibly sexy and fun to play with and partially because he genuinely loved her so much and he couldn’t think of a better way to show that… even though he hadn’t yet managed to actually tell her how he felt.

His ear flicked at her nickname for him and he glanced up her body at her with a playful glare. No matter how much he fussed about the name at first, he secretly loved it because it came from her. It was uniquely Syanna and special to them so he loved it by default. “Don’t you worry, I’ll check everything—inside and out,” he insisted with a little growl to his voice, giving a particularly firm nibble to the tender skin on her stomach. The sound of her needy whines and moans and feeling her squirm under him lit a bonfire in his core that settled between his hind legs and he honestly didn’t know if he had ever wanted her as much as he did in this moment. Feeling her paws on his head, eagerly nudging him down toward his intended destination, was like the icing on the cake that pulled a soft, lustful growl from him as he continued on down her incredibly sexy body.

Her strange question made him stop though, glancing up at her with confusion when she asked him what was going on with his head. His advances were at least momentarily abandoned, much to his disappointment, as she grabbed his head between delicate paws and pulled him back up toward her so she could take a closer look. He moved back over her, keeping his head tipped down for her so she could examine him even though he had no idea what she was talking about.

“No, I didn’t hurt myself,” he replied, trying to figure out what she might have noticed that made her so concerned. “I mean… I’ve had some headaches on and off for like the last week or so, but…” he mentioned, not thinking there could be any connection. He thought it was just from stress or sleeplessness or something, but when he finally lifted a paw to feel over his forehead to see what she could possibly be talking about he felt the hard nubs poking from his skull and his pale gaze widened with more confusion. “What… What are those?” he questioned, tapping them uncertainty.

"Ezra Adravendi"