#✘ // In Worship of the Elderwolf; Loni.

[astarab1aze]

booty check but for every one of our ships

"Ma princesa, I been sayin' it since day one an' m' opinion ain't changed, ain't moved an inch: Tha' ass don' fuckin' quit. I's e'erythang. M' reason an' sole purpose fer livin'. Delectable in e'ery way, I could eat it righ' now like a full course meal an' it'd be a pleasure an' a privilege t' catch another public indecency charge t' get on m' knees an' spoil ya right' now-- Aight, aight, y'wanna real answer? Tha' ass don' quit an' 'm 'appy i's mine. Wha' more can I ask for 'an a fine, fine lady wit a perfect ass, who loves me an' lets me go a lil crazy spoilin' 'er, huh? 80085 outta 10, babycakes. Phenomenal, supple, ohhh 'ow it quakes wit e'ery step ya take--"

"Mm, vulgar for you, Denali, but I'll bite. It's mine, isn't it? Certainly fits snugly in my grasp, when I'm kissing you in places you didn't know you had. Would it disappoint you to learn I don't think much about it beyond that, this almost instinctive drive to claim it all over again the second I have it in my hands? Quite addictive, in its own way. In fact, come here, sit in my lap - and we can talk some more about how... hungry you make me."

"You want me to...rate you? No, I don't think i'll be doin' that. Quantifying timeless beauty is wrong. That isn't to say you aren't incredible from the top of your head to the soles of your feet, rather that attaching a value to what's inherent about you may serve only to diminish your esteem-- but I will say this, oh, and quite this; Every part of you, your heart and soul, your body too, all of you is to be appreciated and treated with the reverence and adoration you deserve. Which I, happily and humbly, offer you now-- Yes, quite, what beauty, what a privilege it is to gaze upon thee--"

[astarab1aze]

Squishes Sati’s cheeks between her palms.

"Is there somethin' on my face, m'lady?" Satra said quickly, startled by her touch but no less pleasantly warmed by it, citrine wandering her form until at last meeting her brown. Shade dappled her skin with shadow and light, not even the bustle of Tata-Suki Port could detract from her radiance. A flowery description, yet he was moved even so, adoring in his glances, tail curling contentedly as if on cue.

A new addition to his every day, Miss Loni, though a divine creature herself, far beyond his scope and quite well out of his league. Silly of him to notice, rather to think about it, when a man as wild as he had never cared much for propriety nor the so-called social ladder. This meant, to him, he'd been spending a bit too much time in Tata-Suki, adopting the habits and cultural practices of the people and only too... doggedly bowing his head to the rules. This wasn't like him at all!

No, he was wild and cheeky, ran circles around the guards and picked the pockets of pirates and thieves! He assassinated generals and liberated oppressed folk! But...he supposed he was still only just a man, one who craved the sort of attention she so graciously gave him then, and had they not been among the throng of fishmongers, silk traders, herbaflorists, soldiers, cooks, anthromorphs, hunters, and all manners of Tata-Suki residents. Lo, to have been sequestered in the serenity of an unbroken pond, half-submerged, his head in her lap as she drags her fingers along the slops of his jaw and throat - what a time that would've been! Preferable to the clamour of loud, sharp voices and clanging metal against stone, or the grumbling snuffles of bitter, spoiled horses and eerie gurgles of suffocating fish.

Yes, the hum of her voice and her fingers against his skin, her warmth, her radiance - not so selfishly taken but desperately enjoyed, basked in as if an adder in the sun. Who was he trying to fool? A vicious animal he was in battle, but a buttery soft kitten the second he was touched.

"Would it trouble you if I asked...for you to continue?" he purred lowly, loud enough for only Loni to hear. "Tis a weakness of mine, I must admit, though you must know how much of a feline I can be by now. Oh, a little rub of the ears, petting my hair, scratch of my chin- Won't you, please? We can go someplace private and perhaps nap the afternoon away there--"