Life Among The Dead

The warmth of Cerberus's breath tickled her ear, sending a shiver down her spine that had little to do with the chill in the air. His whispered words echoed in the stillness, lingering like an unsaid promise in the space between them. He was patient, caring – everything she needed him to be and more. She desired this closeness, his warmth enveloping her. The soft, rhythmic rub of his paw against her sent a soothing pulse through her body, as though his touch could wipe away the anxiety and uncertainty that had been gnawing at her recently.

Turning slightly within his embrace to face him, she met his mint green eyes with a gaze that held a world of unspoken words. Uncertainty, desire, and trust melded into one in the depths of her silver orbs. "Yes," she whispered, her voice barely audible, but heavy with conviction. "This is what I want." Her admission fell quietly between them, a stirring cascade of hope and resolve woven into each syllable. It was more than mere words. It was the bare essence of a certain kind of longing.

She slowly tilted her chin up to meet him, reaching to capture his lips in a gentle, tentative kiss. The sensation sent heat coursing through her veins, a delicious warmth that spread from her lips to the very tips of her fur. Her body streched against his, contorting to fit his shape. She felt the bulk of him, the solidity that was Cerberus. And she felt the gentle poking in the small of her back that sent a burst of desire coursing through her- one that she seated against, and pressed back into with a slow, subtle grind of her hips against his.

"Mariah Mendacium"