Callynite

Her heart thundered in her chest, but it wasn't fear that caused it to race as she nuzzled her mate. Her gaze was warm, gentle; tender. His presence in her mind, the general sense that he was there had taken time to get used to, but she used this since to rouse him, poking and proding and filling his mind with love and affection, "Wake up, love boy." She whispers in one of his large ears, using her much smaller, more delicate antlers to prod the large buck again, before backing away before he could try to pull her back down into the bed.

"I want to play a game." Her words were softer, and this time, she allowed different flush of emotions to pass through their new bond, love, affection . . . and lust. "Find me, catch me, and I'll have a surprise waiting for you." She added in playful teasing, before her delicate hooves clattered away from their rooms in the citadel, and the sovereign laid down the challenge for her mate, knowing the combination of words and senses through their bond would finish rousing her mate quickly enough - and have him on her trail.

It was time for little cloven hooves to fill the citadel halls, after all. Small puffs of tail, and little nobs of ungrown antlers, and the feeling of a complete family. First of many if she had her way. She grinned as she left the citadel, left the lands of Dawn, and into Amare Creek. There she waited, her gaze shining, eager, as she saw the large black form approaching quickly, and she tilted her head, "Found me, now what are you going to do with me?" She teased, pulling him deeper into a small spot of seclusion she had found.



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Notes: GIMME DIESEL