Hungry like the Rancor

[Cearia Tserta]

Despite the ale making the hunter playful and open with affections, part of Cearia needed to make sure that Anjali's arm was safe. Balancing that and the desire that escalated was a new problem. Earlier she had voiced concerns that would be knowingly brushed off by her mate, but that didn't stop her from being cautious as they made love. This level of need was new and quite possibly problematic if she was too rough.

The part of her brain that was focused on the injury forced Cearia to roll them over in the direction of her mate's good arm and immediately growled having Anjali below her. She never felt such free want. Inhibitions had been stripped away to reveal a passionate woman that could have been, no longer shackled with duty and honor, or the shame of being born worthless.

A bold shift of her hips and Cearia pressed a thigh between Anjali's legs to grind atop her, even tugging the back of one of her mate's legs for more friction. Everything escalated as that surge of desire pulled, moaning deeply as the kiss intensified. If she had even a small measure of self-control she would be mortified by her possessive behavior in publicly claiming her mate against the ground ...

[Anjali Raskor]

Anjali was caught by surprise as Cearia rolled them over, effectively pinning her down to the ground. That elicited even greater desire from the Clan Mother who was entranced in how bold her mate was being. It was intoxicating more than any ale to see the huntress take charge as such.

Somewhere in the back of her mind, she had noticed how careful her wife had nevertheless been as not to hurt her wounded arm; but she would mostly recall that later for now was all about how much she craved her spouse, who looked gloriously attractive.

Anjali yelped in surprise as Cearia promptly and delightfully pulled her closer to her thigh, creating pleasuring friction. It only made her want more.

For all she cared, her wife could ravish her in the middle of the festivities; she was a very happy witch.

With a moan of want, she grabbed her wife's head and pulled her in into a passionate kiss, this time being the one tangling her fingers into Cearia's hair to ensure that her mate didn't risk moving away.