Dear Fellow Traveler

[Mature Content]

W

ell...Valerian had not meant to take it quite as far as he had with the Mistress of Shadows and lose control of himself beyond the bounds of what he was used to, yet here they were. In the very literal heat of the moment he was neither here nor anywhere else, feeling as though he might have transcended. Their union lasted a millennia and yet a blink of an eye all at once. When he did finally lift his head to peer over at the enchanting Highlander woman, he found her grinning as he lay there panting, catching his breath.

To find her clearly pleased by the outcome of their venture put Valerian at ease. They were not entangled for long, the Lady of the Night clearly having places to be as he did also. He closed his eyes as she leaned over to him, her whisper rushing electricity down his spine. Val responded at first with merely a grunt of satisfaction and then he swiped his tongue over his maw before replying to her, "Glad to replenish your lungs...with the breath...I cannot seem...to catch..." He released a chuckle and then reclined with a groan of satisfaction.

He then began to draw out some bits of the root he was carrying on him. This special herb had been his namesake, one that would further relax him after such an incredible climax. Val started to chew on some of it and pawed another bit of it towards the woman. "Care for some? You can take it to-go if you're in a rush. Ah, but, before you do depart...if you, heh, intend on ever seeking me out again...you can find me at the Howling Moon in Iverness. Perhaps I'll even begin to use 'Silver Stallion' as a new stage name...they'll absolutely drink it up..."


@“Yvaine Lusk"

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