Chapter 2: A Satyr’s Savage Seeding
Varossion loomed in the middle of the sacred glade, half-kneeling, his bulk supported on one knee and one cloven hoof. The massive, muscular satyr’s broad, powerful chest rose and fell rhythmically as he caught his breath, his pale green skin glistening with a sheen of sweat. His long hair, a curious, mossy shade of greenish brown, was swept back out of his face, revealing his ruggedly handsome features, pointed ears and inhuman eyes, twin featureless orbs of warm hazel. His heavy brow bore the roots of a pair of woodlike antlers that arched up above his head, branching again and again into a spectacular rack of points that hung over him like a crown, giving him a regal air. In contrast to that regal bearing, his cock thrust proudly from his hips, a fearsome pillar of granite-hard flesh longer than a forearm and wider than a handspan. It throbbed and lurched angrily, like a wild beast, its length wound over with thick, pulsing veins and crowned with a flared, helmet-shaped head, easily the size of a man’s fist and still dripping with pearly seed. Beneath the towering monolithic member swayed a pair of truly enormous balls, like a pair of ripe melons, sloshing with an ocean of thick, creamy, supernaturally-potent cum.
Alika laid herself out on the grass, her soft, honey-tan skin and earthy-red tattoos glistening with a mixture of sweat and the last remnants of Varossion’s massive load, which she’d just lovingly rubbed into her full, grapefruit-sized breasts. The young eniiri’s slender waist squirmed as she nestled down into the soft grass, her long, chestnut-brown hair splayed out beneath her like a pair of wings. Wildflowers bloomed around her, freshly-sprouted wherever the satyr’s mystical seed has splattered to the earth. Wordlessly, she spread her legs, her smooth, supple thighs parting, their inner surfaces glistening with her sweet nectar. Her lips parted, presenting her delicate, peach-pink petals, flushed and twitching softly with a deep, instinctual need, wordlessly begging to be satisfied.
“I’m ready.” Alika breathed, her earlier nervousness gone, evaporated before the heat of her lust like dew before the morning sun. “Varossion… Take me. Plant your sacred seed in me and make me a woman in the eyes of The Green.” She implored, her voice heavy with desire.
Varossion could hardly resist such an invitation. A hungry grin spread across his rugged-yet-regal features, and he shuffled forward on his knees, his monstrous member swinging like a club as he moved, looming over Alika’s prone form like one of the many statues ringing the glade. He reached down, one strong hand gripping her creamy thigh just behind the knee and pinning it to the soft grass below, holding her legs open wide as he took his place between them. The other gripped his pulsing shaft just behind the head, and with a flex of his muscular limb, he angled the beast down, the tendons at the root grinding in complaint as he aimed the mighty weapon straight towards Alika’s eager entrance.
Varossion shifted, just the tiniest bit, pushing his hips forward until the blunt tip of his monstrous member met the tender lips of Alika’s womanhood with a gentle kiss. She shuddered lightly at the touch, her needy pussy squeezing in eager anticipation of the inevitable penetration, the moment she truly became a woman. Varossion seemed content to take his time, though. Gripping the beastly shaft firmly, he ran the cum-slick crown up and down along her slit, teasing her tender folds and probing at her entrance with each pass before sliding back up to grind his knob against her sensitive clit. She moaned softly at the teasing touches, her hips bucking involuntarily, grinding her flushed, glistening lips against the swollen tip, her entrance stretching ever-so-slightly around the head in a vain attempt to swallow the beast.
After what felt like ages, Varossion slowly began to push his hips forward, his rugged abs tightening as his flared crown pressed against Alika’s entrance. He pushed harder, harder, harder still, the nectar-slick petals slowly parting around his crown, spreading open, stretching like never before. Alika bit her lip with a mixture of fear, anticipation, and desire, teeth sinking into the soft pink pillow. Her fingers gripped at handfuls of grass, her hips squirming as her body struggled to adjust to the monstrous invader. The satyr still pushed, his movement slow but unstoppable, the flared head spreading her, entering her, until, finally, with a soft popping sensation, the flared ridge of his head pushed past her entrance. He was inside!
Alika moaned softly, the sensation of fullness unlike anything she could have imagined. This was it, she was a woman now, mated to The Green, mated to this marvelous satyr. “Varossion…” She breathed her lover’s name with a whimper of adulation, eyes squeezed shut as she savored the sensation. She didn’t have long to enjoy it before the powerful satyr began to move again, slowly pushing his hips forward, the flared crown pushing deeper, opening her, filling her… And then, suddenly, he stopped, barely a quarter of his length inside her, and began to pull back again, drawing a whole new breed of sensations from her inexperienced pussy as his head tugged at her walls.
Alika writhed on the grass, her hips rolling as her core twitched uncontrollably. Again and again, Varossion slowly drove his member into her, filling her again, only to stop with only a fraction of his length inside her and pull back once more. The sensations were delicious, every time he drove into her and pulled back again, his flared head teasing her entrance, it sent sparks of pleasure dancing along her nerves, radiating through her body. And yet… there was a hunger inside her, an itch that needed to be scratched, a void that yearned to be filled. Perhaps it had always been there, and she’d simply never noticed it until now. With each push, satisfaction came tantalizingly close, and with each pull, it was maddeningly denied once again, drawing a soft whimper from her lips.
Alika turned her gaze to Varossion, looking up at him curiously, her desire hidden behind a mask of uncertainty. To her surprise, she found his expression twisted in concentration, his jaw set, his eyes closed, his brow knit as he continued to push and pull his hips forward and back with a stiff rhythm. “Is… Is something wrong?” She asked, her soft voice stirring him from his focus, his deep, hazel eyes meeting hers. She swallowed. “Am I… not to your liking?” She managed, voice trembling nervously.
Varossion shook his head, tossing his woody antlers dismissively. “No, no, quite the opposite, I assure you.” He offered, reassuringly. “This being your first time, I thought it wise to be more gentle than usual... but I’m having more trouble holding back my impulses than I’d thought.” He explained. Suddenly, his hips bucked mid-stroke, driving his massive member a fraction deeper into Alika’s writhing pussy, drawing a sharp gasp from her before he managed to grit his teeth and draw back again.
Alika bit her lip again, her depths squeezing tight around Varossion’s monstrous member, clinging to it as it drew back from the deep thrust, reluctant to let him go. “I… I’m grateful I found a satyr who cares so deeply about his partner…” She began, reaching up with one hand to caress his abs, all she could reach of the powerful male. “ But… I don’t want special treatment if it means you must strain yourself so. Just… do whatever you normally would.” She urged, smiling warmly up at him. “I want you to enjoy this moment as much as I do.”
Varossion couldn’t argue with that. Wordlessly, he nodded, and leaned forward slightly. Slowly, like a great tree toppling over, he let himself fall, his free hand coming off his shaft to hit the ground forcefully, holding his broad, muscular frame an arm’s length off the ground. His powerful body completely overshadowed hers, a canopy of oaken muscle blocking out the sun. The hand on her leg shifted too, changing its grip as it lifted her knee off the ground then pushed it up toward her chest, until it just barely grazed the soft mound of her breast. The shift forced her hips to angle upward, aiming her entrance skyward until it was poised to receive his fearsome cock plunging down into her. Alika looked up at the looming satyr wide-eyed, fear and anticipation clear on her face, her eyes locked onto Varossion’s hazel pools. There was something… primal, in his expression, something wild, untamable, and hungry, something that made her heart pound in her chest.
Varossion’s hips began to push, his mighty weapon spearing into Alika once again. But this time, it didn’t stop. It bored into her, deeper and deeper, her innermost walls stretching as they clung to the vein-marbled pillar that invaded her untouched depths. Her gaze flicked down, eyes widening as she saw more than half his fearsome length inside her already, more and more disappearing by the second. She moaned, waves of sensation crashing over her, intense pleasure with an edge of pain, her body struggling to adjust to the monstrous member filling her like nothing before. It hurt, certainly, but still her body sang with pleasure, and behind it all there was a satisfaction that made her honey-tan skin pebble with goosebumps, like scratching a long-neglected itch.
Bit by bit, Varossion buried more and more of his thick, throbbing shaft into Alika’s glistening pussy with a slow, steady, smooth stroke. Then, without warning, his hips bucked hard, his body tensing as he slammed the last of his length into her in an instant, his hips grinding against hers, his massive cum-heavy balls smacking heavily on her upturned ass. Alika’s back arched, her lips parting to cry out, but no sound came, the forceful impact and the wave of sensation that accompanied it driving the air from her lungs. Her mind swam with the knowledge that that monstrous weapon was inside her, completely. She could feel it throbbing inside her, deep in her core, like a second heartbeat, the swollen crown perfectly positioned right at the entrance to her womb, it’s flared ridge pressing against her ovaries indirectly. It fit so perfectly… It just felt so right inside her, like it completed her, like a puzzle piece she hadn’t known she was missing.
Alika didn’t have long to marvel at the fit. Varossion’s hips began to move almost immediately, slowly drawing his thick, throbbing length back, his flared head teasing at her innermost walls as it withdrew. She felt the void of his absence sharply now, her inner walls gripping at his shaft automatically, valiantly struggling to hold him in and inadvertently milking the monolithic member as it pulled back. Thankfully, her agonizing emptiness did not last long. As soon as he’d pulled half his length from her body, he reversed his hips, plunging back into her welcoming depths with a smooth thrust and a soft groan. She moaned in reply, feeling his pulsing crown kissing the entrance to her fertile womb once more, a perfect fit, if only lingering there for an instant, before he began to pull back again for another thrust.
Again and again, Varossion drew his hips back, then thrust forward, his monstrous member plunging deep into Alika’s gripping pussy over and over. With each thrust, the satyr’s massive, cum-heavy balls swung, pounding against the young eniiri’s upturned ass, the rhythmic smack of flesh on flesh echoing the crashing waves of pleasure that surged through them both. With each thrust, their voices cried out, deep, rumbling groans and sweet, melodic moans filling the glade. With each thrust, the savage satyr’s grip upon his wilder instincts loosened, the pleasure and satisfaction driving him on, each thrust coming faster and harder than the last.
Varossion’s hips were almost a blur as he dropped down to his elbow, his massive, muscular frame stopping just short of crushing Alika as he pounded her like a beast, their bodies so close her nipples grazed over his broad chest with each thrust. She writhed sensually beneath him as he savagely thrust into her, over and over and over again, her hands squeezing tight around fistfulls of soft grass. Her mouth hung open, a constant stream of moans and wails of pleasure pouring forth as the satyr’s divine shaft ravaged her depths. Again and again he filled her perfectly, then left her achingly empty, then filled her once more, all in just a few moments, a cycle, endlessly repeating. Each thrust sent another surge of pleasure through her body, a familiar tension growing in her core, rapidly building up toward something immense...
Varossion was overcome, his mind overwhelmed by a ravenous lust, pure pleasure and the all-consuming hunger for more his only thoughts as he rutted into the recently-virginal Alika’s tight, gripping pussy like a wild animal. His monstrous cock throbbed and pulsed wildly inside her, his titanic balls churning, a raging sea of supernaturally potent seed barely contained within them as they smacked off her jiggling ass. He slammed his hips down onto hers with wild abandon, ravaging her deepest depths without concern or hesitation, just mindless, brutal fucking. In this moment, he didn’t care if she was enjoying it, he didn’t care about sacred duty or anything, he just fucked and fucked and fucked...
Suddenly, Varossion’s entire body froze, every muscle suddenly locking up, his face twisting, contorting with effort as his rational mind strained to reassert itself. Slowly, ever-so-slowly, the massive male drew his hips back, pulling his bucking monolithic member from the young woman’s spasming depths. Every squeeze of her core, every ripple of her walls, every roll of her hips made him struggle to maintain control, to fight back the call of his base instincts. “I...I’m sorry” he half-growled, shaking his head as he finally stopped with only his head still inside her. “I… I lost control for a moment. I hope I didn’t hurt you...” He offered, apologetically.
Alika whimpered, her core twitching with desperate need. “Don’t… Don’t stop! More!” She pleaded.
Varossion blinked, looking down at the recently-virgin eniiri, a look of surprise etched into his rugged features. “...Are you sure?” He asked.
Alika bit her lip and nodded enthusiastically, her body still writhing beneath Varossion’s, her hips rolling and bucking, hungry for any tiny bit of pleasure they could draw from the satyr’s mighty breeding tool. “Please, Varossion!” She pleaded, her voice half-moan as she begged. Her hands released their fistfuls of grass and reached up, her weak, trembling arms struggling to wrap around the satyr’s broad chest, her nails clawing ineffectively at the tough, leathery skin of his back as she clung to him, trying vainly to pull him down on top of her fully. “I was scared at first, but I’m not anymore! I never imagined it would feel this GOOD, this RIGHT! I was MADE for this! I was made to be FUCKED, to be FILLED! I want this! I want YOU! I am the fertile soil, the virgin earth, ready for your virile seed! Plant your sacred seed deep inside me, BREED me, FILL me, MARK me, CLAIM my womb with your divine cum!” She implored desperately, her back arching as she thrust her hips up toward him as hard as she could with her knee pinned to her chest.
The last of the mental restraints holding Varossion’s instincts in check snapped as Alika’s words echoed in his pointed ears. With a lustful growl and a powerful flex of his abs, he plunged his full length into her hot, wet, twitching depths in a single, brutal thrust, his hips smacking against hers. Her sweet voice rang out with a wailing note of pure pleasure, her back arching as their bodies came together, her nails raking over his back as she clung to him even tighter. Any notion of self-control, gentleness, or mercy was gone from his mind, only his most primal instincts still intact, lust, the hunger for pleasure, and the burning need to breed. He was still for only the briefest of moments before he began to thrust wildly, hips bucking with the unmatched power of a wild stallion, the frenzied haste of a monkey, and the savage determination of a rutting wolf. His cock throbbed and bucked inside her like a savage beast, her tender, trembling walls clinging to every vein-marbled inch of satyr cock.
Alika’s back arched, her spine curved like a tightly-strung bow as she let out a wailing cry of pure pleasure. Varossion’s savage pounding resonated through her body, awakening her own instincts, her body’s desperate hunger for the seed of a powerful male. After just a few brutal, unrestrained strokes, the tension in her core exploded, a wave of burning sensation rippling out through her entire body, filling her soul until she thought her very being would burst. She couldn’t see, she couldn’t hear, she couldn’t think, everything was consumed by pleasure more intense than anything she’d ever experienced before. She’d had orgasms before, from her own fingers and from the hands and tongues of her greenleaf sisters, but this was different, deeper, stronger, more primal, it swept her up and consumed her whole. Her entire body spasmed and shuddered in its grasp, her pussy squeezing and milking at the titanic shaft deep inside her, eager to gulp down the satyr’s potent seed.
As Alika’s senses returned, she realized three things in rapid succession. She’d collapsed at some point in the seemingly endless orgasm, falling back onto the soft grass below. Varossion was still fucking her like a beast, more than half his thick, veiny length plunging in and out of her spasming pussy with each thrust of his hips. She was also incredibly sensitive, her nubile body overloaded, unaccustomed to such powerful sensations, the perfectly-filling thrusts of Varossion’s shaft so intense they almost hurt. With a plaintive moan, she writhed beneath him, her body automatically struggling to pull away, her hands shifting, pushing at his shoulders, trying to get him to pause, to slow down even a little. It was like trying to push over an ancient oak, his monstrous, muscular frame hard, unyielding, immovable, no matter what she tried. She was trapped, pinned beneath the savage satyr, helpless before his undeniable lust, an object for his pleasure, fertile soil for him to plow.
That thought resonated in Alika’s mind, amplifying with each wave of pleasure Varossion’s savage thrusts inflicted upon her. Each bone-rattling impact of their hips, each meaty smack of his titanic cum-canisters against her upturned ass, each surge of too-intense pleasure that ripped through her body and mind, they all drove home the point. She was made for this. She was born and bred to be fucked, to be a vessel for the satyrs’ lusts, for the divine power of The Green, to be bred over and over and over again, to be a nurturing womb for all the creatures of the forest.
Alika’s orgasm struck her hard and fast as the thought echoed in her mind, her head rolling back as she let out a second cry of raw, unrestrained pleasure, her body shivering with burning sensation as her mind went blank. Her pussy was still twitching and spasming hungrily with the aftershocks of the second climax when the third struck, Varossion’s brutal, unrelenting thrusts into her still-oversensitive slit driving her over the edge yet again. The fourth followed just moments later, barely giving her time to gasp in a desperate breath between climaxes before she screamed in ecstasy once more. After that, she couldn’t be sure where one climax ended and the next began, the peaks of pleasure too close to separate. Each time one orgasm began to fade and neared the surface of the sea of pleasure, another wave of burning sensation would come crashing down upon her, dragging her down once more. She was drowning in ecstasy, her mind tossed helplessly in a raging sea of lust, it was glorious and terrifying and there seemed no end in sight.
Varossion’s back arched as he suddenly slammed his hips against Alika’s even harder than before and held himself there, planted to the root in her warm, wet depths. He threw his head back as he let loose a mighty roar of primal triumph, a sound that shook the trees and echoed through the shrouded woods. His great, leathery ball-sack tightened, squeezing around the satyr’s massive cum-swollen spheres as supernatural spunk boiled up from deep within them. Cum surged along his throbbing length, coursing down his bulging cum-channel until it reached the fat, flared crown planted squarely at the entrance to Alika’s untouched womb. White-hot cum blasted forth from the fearsome weapon like a geyser, a tremendous surge of boiling seed pounding at her innermost gates, the last bastion guarding the very last vestiges of her virginity, the sheer volume of superhuman spunk flooding her deepest parts in an instant.
After the frenzied, savage fucking and the countless climaxes she’d just endured, the kiss of Varossion’s hot, divine seed against her innermost barrier was all it took to set her off yet again. But this time was different, nothing could have prepared her for the sensations that ripped through her as her as her womb exploded with pure pleasure. Pleasure crashed down upon her like a tidal wave, sweeping her away with tremendous force, it struck like a bolt of lightning, shooting up and down her spine and arcing along her every nerve, it blossomed within her like a fireball, igniting her very being in a raging inferno, it shook her soul like an earthquake, her bones rattling as her body trembled uncontrollably in its grasp. Her mind went blank, a burning white ecstasy consuming her every thought. She didn’t even realize she was screaming, her sweet, melodic voice ragged with the sheer intensity of her cries. Her arms clung to the massive satyr desperately, his unyielding body a rock amid a raging sea of sensation. Deep inside, her innermost barrier opened like a hungry mouth, her trembling walls squeezing down around the satyr’s massive member like a vice, forcing every last drop of his hot, thick, potent seed directly into her womb. Her ovaries spasmed as she came like a natural disaster, spitting a pair of ripe eggs just as her womb gulped down the satyr’s sacred spunk.
Varossion was far from finished after a single shot. His monstrous member pulsed again and again, his titanic balls squeezing out one tremendous spurt after another, a seemingly endless font of molten seed pouring directly into Alika’s welcoming womb. It just kept coming, pumping into her for what seemed like ages, his fat cockhead plugging the opening in her barrier to make sure not a single drop could escape. But the pleasure had to end eventually, and, slowly, the two came down from their shared orgasmic high, the intense pleasure fading to a soft, warm afterglow, their bodies still pressed close together, their skin slick and glistening with sweat. He let his head drop as he almost fell on top of her, barely keeping his bulk off her as his cheek pressed against hers. Her womb spasmed closed, sealing the massive load inside. This load made his previous seem small by comparison, the eniiri’s once-flat honey-tan stomach swollen like she was already pregnant, the earthy-red tattoos on her belly gently distorted by her cum-stuffed womb. The satyr stud’s heavy balls were already churning against her ass as they manufactured the next load out of pure life energy.
The two lovers lay on the soft grass in the middle of the sacred glade, flowers blooming all around them where the satyr’s seed had splattered, bodies glistening in the dappled afternoon sun, limbs entwined as they panted for breath, savoring the delicious aftermath of their shared climax. “Incredible…” Alika half-purred, half-sighed, a lazy, satisfied smile spreading across her lips. “I came so many times…” She muttered in praise. Suddenly, she stiffened with a small gasp, feeling Varossion’s still-granite-hard member throb pointedly inside her. “....Still?” She asked, surprise and a touch of awe in her voice.
Varossion lifted his head to look into her eyes, his lips curled in a smile half-sheepish and half-playful. “After tasting such sweetness, how could I not want more?”
Alika bit her lip, her heart throbbing in her chest at the comment. “You’re quite the charmer, aren’t you?” She replied, playfully, her hips rolling teasingly against his. “...I wouldn’t want to return to the village with an empty womb… Let’s make sure I don’t.” She purred. She was normally so shy, what was it about this satyr that made her so… bold?
Varossion grinned, grinding against her as his balls churned on her ass, before slowly drawing his hips back and slamming them forward once again, driving a moan from Alika’s lungs. He began to thrust, faster and faster and faster the nubile eniiri woman moaning and writhing with pleasure beneath him…
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The sky shone with brilliant shades of orange and pink and purple as Varossion stared up at it through the thin canopy over the clearing, his breathing slowly evening out. One powerful limb lay curled leisurely around Alika as she lay with her back on his chest, his hand resting on hers, both resting the dome of her cum-swollen womb, feeling three massive loads sloshing inside her. His still-hard shaft stayed planted deep inside her, neight one of them eager to pull apart. His bearded chin rested on the top of her head, his antlers dug into the soft earth behind him, preventing him from leaning his head back any further. Their skins pebbled with goosebumps as their sweat dried, leaving them with a soft chill as the cool evening air washed over them.
“...I wish we could stay like this all night.” He muttered, softly, breaking the peaceful silence.
“...I know. But I have to go back to the village.” She replied with a soft sigh.
“I know. ...Can you at least stay to watch the stars come out?” Varossion asked, wistfully.
Alika shook her head. “The village needs the power of the seed I carry to keep the ward stones working. The longer I wait, the more of it my eggs will absorb, and the larger my litter will grow…” She explained, a note of sadness in her voice. “I loved this. I love the way you hold me, the way you talk, and I’ve never had such pleasures as those you gave me. But no amount of orgasms is worth carrying a whole litter of elephants.” She added with a soft smirk.
Varossion chuckled, his broad, powerful chest shaking beneath her. “I suppose it wouldn’t.”
There was silence for a moment, neither one moving to pull away. “...I’m afraid to leave.” Alika finally confessed.
“Why?” Varossion asked.
“Because I don’t think I’ll see you again after this...” She replied, sadly.
“Why not? I’ll still be around...”
Alika shook her head. “But I won’t. I’ve officially come of age. After bearing this litter-” She explained, pausing to caress her swollen stomach “-I’ll be officially an adult, and I can choose to stay in the village… or not. I love my village, they’re my family… But I’ve always dreamed of seeing the world, ever since I was little. Even knowing it would be dangerous, I just knew I had to see it someday.” She elaborated, pausing again. “...Before tonight, it seemed the easiest choice in the world to make.” She continued, a note of sadness creeping into her voice.
Varossion was silent for a long moment. “You know, satyrs live for a very long time.” He commented, seemingly out of nowhere. “We usually don’t spend much time in any one place, and most don’t keep track of their seasons, so it’s sometimes hard to tell just how long. I’ve been in this region quite a while. To your people, I’m sure it seems like I’ve been here forever. But, originally, I was born on the plains. I crossed rivers, mountains, and one particularly unpleasant swamp before I got here. I’ve seen quite a lot of the world, in my time.” He explained. “I quite like it here, but I’m starting to think it may be getting time for me to move on. And I certainly wouldn’t mind having some company while I travel…” He hinted, leaving the words hanging in the air.
Alika rolled over, unceremoniously shifting atop Varossion, the satyr’s cock slipping from the warm embrace of her pussy, her womb sloshing with oceans of cum as she shifted to kneel astride his abs, hands on his shoulders, eyes sparkling as she looked down into his for a moment. Suddenly, she leaned down, pressing her lips to his, kissing him with all the passion in her supple, womanly body. He returned the kiss with equal fervor, one strong limb wrapping around the young eniiri’s waist, holding her body close as their lips and tongue danced with hungry passion. The kiss lingered for what seemed like ages, until, finally, the two pulled apart with a quiet smack, panting softly for breath.
“One season.” Alika muttered, breathily, hands coming up to cup Varossion’s cheeks as she looked deep into the endless amber pools of the satyr’s eyes. “When the rainy season ends, I’ll have had my litter, and be ready to leave. When the time comes, I’ll wait for you here, and then we’ll leave together and see the world.” She promised, before abruptly pushing herself up to her feet and turning on a heel to skip off toward the edge of the clearing, eager to get back to her village and start the rest of her life. Her dramatic exit was somewhat spoiled when the first bounce prompted the cum in her womb to slosh violently, forcing her to instead waddle her way out of the clearing, cradling her overstuffed belly.
Varossion chuckled softly, shaking his head as he watched her depart, before she disappeared from view and he turned his gaze skyward once again, watching the orange sky fade to pink and the pink sky fade to purple. One season… He could hardly wait.
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