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Warm fingertips curling, nails biting into skin. Hot breath tickling the ear.
The sleeping elf stirred, arching back into the warmth, pressing deeper into it. Craving, from the depths of slumber, any pleasure. Any heat. Anything but the cold and the pain.
Yavanna's head tilted as she moved and a nose brushed against her cheek. Then lips. This must be some waking dream. She turned into it, chasing the fantasy.
The softest of moans cooed from the bow of her lips into the silence of that hollow.
Sable
The sleeping elf stirred, arching back into the warmth, pressing deeper into it. Craving, from the depths of slumber, any pleasure. Any heat. Anything but the cold and the pain.
Yavanna's head tilted as she moved and a nose brushed against her cheek. Then lips. This must be some waking dream. She turned into it, chasing the fantasy.
The softest of moans cooed from the bow of her lips into the silence of that hollow.
Sable
