[Primus]
I cannot wait to devour my bride. I want to watch as she moves underneath me as I search for where on her body she has hidden her tattoo. It’ll be a treasure hunt, her body a map with mountains and valleys for me to explore and conquer, staking my claim on every delicious inch, and I…
“Primus, are you listening?” My brother, Tritus, is trying to get my attention as he wraps my arms in the ceremonial ribbons.
"I'm sorry, brother, were you trying to say something?"
"I was trying to ask what your plans are after tonight?" he repeats. "Are you really leaving your new bride so soon? I
[Carnelia] I have felt sick with nerves all evening. The elegant food and drink of the evening threatens to make a reappearance. I have never felt so sick with worry. Even with Primus at my side, smiling at me like he is the luckiest drake in the universe, there is something at the edge of my mind that is making me think of darker things, things that haunt me, fears that may or may not come. I don't know what it is that I have to be afraid of, at least not more than I had the day before. The only thing different from today and yesterday is that now I am his wife. Our life together has always been a bit dangerous even before he put a crown on my head. A crown. He crowned me. He made me his princess. Is that my worry? Why did he do that when he knew that he was risking so much by marr
[Primus] We fly to the remote side of the island. I don’t want anyone to hear us, although they probably will. Carnelia and I have never been quiet lovers. Setting her down on the sand, I step back and begin unpinning my tunic. Carnelia simply moves the shoulders of her gown and it falls away. I stop moving, stunned as I find myself silently thanking Ona’s ingenuity for giving my wife such a garment. Had I known it could shrug off in a single move, this night might have started a bit sooner with a much larger audience. Because standing in a pool of moonlight with nothing on but a crown and a smile my w
[Primus] As we land softly on the sand of the beach I feel the deepest sense of peace. Our bodies are still joined. Warmth is building within her, from our point of contact outwards. I kiss her again, enjoying the feeling of every part of her touching all of me. When I open my eyes, Carnelia is glowing. Golden light just under the surface of her skin radiates out from the center of her torso in waves, rippling and fluid, hot like a desert wind. Her new tattoos are white hot to the touch, burning like the sun's core, illuminating the space right above the
[Carnelia] Eyes closed, I rock back and forth. I am alone. I must have fallen asleep because I am now lying naked on top of the bed Primus and I shared the night before. The cool fabric feels soothing against my fevered flesh because I am not just warm, I am hot. Every part of me, both big and small, feels like it is on fire, but also I am the fire, the flame, electric heat in my blood, my skin, my muscles. One moment I’m with Primus, content, and the next I am thrown into pain more intense than burning myself with oil in not just one place but all over my body. Human flesh is not designed to hold such fire. I cannot imagine any flesh of any type is designed for this heat. My body is struggling to remain contained and solid, while something inside of me is fighting to burn fre
[Ona] Part of me feels guilty. Primus did need my help last night, desperately, and I was so wrapped up in my sorrow that I couldn't bring myself to even open my eyes all the way and see his distress. Instead, I told him to go find Mother. She had been impossible to find because she had been on a quick trip to gather medical supplies to assist Carnelia. She knew. Some part of her sensed this was coming. But part of me also does not feel guilty. Because I didn't interfere, Primus ended up listening to his instincts and giving his mate exactly what she needed. Him. She just needed him.
[Carnelia] I am twisted in a sheet, still feverish, unable to bear the touch of the blankets on my skin. Everything itches, and the desire to jump out of my flesh if possible is intense. I do not want to be in this body anymore, it is so miserable. Sitting up I look around as I try to find a comfortable position. My head feels heavy, so I lean over but find it isn’t quite meeting the wall as I expect it to, as if something were blocking me. Absently I scratch my arms, which continue to itch incessantly. Rather than feel expected relief, I feel a sharp pain as my nails scrape and cut. Looking over, I see four long gouge marks. Blood is slowly oozing from the wounds, rolling down my arm and dripping onto the bed. It doesn't alarm me, the blood, although part of me passively find
[Primus] Eight. Eight precious little lights glowing within my mate, sparkling like a small constellation. Each one is a perfect gem of light, a uniquely special spark swirling with a blend of a small part of my mate mixed with a little part of myself. The day I realized and accepted that Carnelia was my mate, I gave up on the idea of being a father. If it could not be with my mate, I didn't want a child with anyone else. Seeing our little miracles curled warm and secure within eggs snuggled just below her heart, I have a vision of their childhood dancing around in my head, filling the halls of Ridgewood, making mischief of one sort or another. It would be like Ona, Segundus, and I all over again,
[Carnelia] I wake up from another nap to feel Primus curled up against my back, his arms protectively wrapped around my middle, shielding our babies. I smile as I feel his hand warming us all, keeping us all safe. I close my eyes, trying to capture this feeling, and burn it into my mind as a new memory to keep with me forever. He feels me stir and scoots closer, his body lining up with my own as he nuzzles my hair and pulls me in tighter. His face is more like that of a dragon, less soft, his horns longer and curved. His tail wraps around the two of us and I wonder if he is modifying himself to match me, my new tail waving from side to side in pleasure from the feeling of my mate's warmth.