Life Among The Dead

Her heart pounded in her chest so fiercely, she feared it might burst from the intensity of its rhythm. She had not expected him to pull her in, not so closely, and yet here they were, wrapped in an intimacy that set her senses aflame. She needed it. His breath ghosted against her cheek, a warm whisper that sent shivers down her spine, and his words stirred something deep within her.

Her eyes fluttered closed as she allowed herself to sink into the comfort of his hold, her body fitting perfectly against his with an ease that unnerved her. The memory of their shared kiss rippled through her, echoing in the pulsating heat that spiraled from where their bodies met, and radiating outwards like a stone cast into a calm pond. The silence hung between them then, only the sounds of the tranquil Firefly Lake and their own quiet breathing filling the void. She wanted to stay here, bask in his warmth, lose herself in the paradoxical storm of calm that was Cerberus.

Her breath hitched as she registered the movement of his paw, the gentle pressure against her side shooting sparks through her nerves. His touch whispered promises that words could never quite capture, and she found herself leaning into it, craving more. As his muzzle brushed against her neck, the scent of him filled her senses – earthy, comforting, familiar – and she let out a shivery sigh. His promise, while seemingly simple, resonated deeply within her. It stirred a sense of longing and warmth that felt foreign and yet welcomed. A sweet solace that she hadn't realized she had been craving until this very moment. She relished the feeling, the tranquility it brought along seeping into her very bones.

"Mariah Mendacium"