Finding what is lost

He claimed her, body and soul. They writhed together in the cool cavern, and he spread fleeting love bites along her neck, moving her with him, pulling her body tight or loose against him, hungry for everything she had to offer. He rolled them again, pressing her against the cavern floor, and slowing his movements. Teasing her with softer movements. Pausing entirely, holding himself above her as he looked into her eyes and waited for her to beg him for him. Answering her pleas when she gave them until he was spent. He held himself up so he didn’t suffocate her, leaning against her form as he gasped for breath. He buried his nose in her neck, doing nothing but breathing, breathing, and remembering every part of her.

Once he caught his breath, he moved down her body, and tasted her in different ways. So she would fully understand all the pleasures she could feel. Until she was as exhausted and spent as he was, and then he collapsed beside her, and curled his body around her. Exhausted, and content to simply be beside her.

-time skip-

He didn’t know for long he slept. Longer than usual, perhaps. His muscles ached with satisfaction as he stretched out his body, and kissed Ignita’s nose to wake her. “Little Bird.” He whispered, before pulling himself free of her warmth and reaching for his bag. He grabbed the herbs he had gotten from Ollie some time ago. A precaution. He made a small fire, and heated water before infusing the herbs and passing it to Iggy. “You have to drink this.” He cautioned her. She wasn’t in heat, but he knew that was no guarantee.