Thread:Johnathon Strider/@comment-26545097-20180407224107/@comment-24852191-20180413030452


 * Nightfire holds Zeitola tight in his arms as she runs her hands across his magnificent body.

Zeitola: Are you ready for this?

Nightfire: I don’t know. I’m not even sure he will make it.

Zeitola: He will, but are you prepared to do what must be done?

Nightfire: Unfortunately, yes, I am.


 * She smiles and kisses him. The hold each other as they passionately explore each other’s mouths with their rivaling tongues. They soon release and catch their breaths. She sighs pleasantly as she lays her head on his chest for a moment. She soon looks at Drago sleeping and gets up. She walks over to him and kisses the side of his face and picks him up, careful not to wake him. She carries him to the bed and lays him between herself and Nightfire. She lays down and runs her hands along the boy’s shoulders with loving care.

Zeitola: You, know, Nightfire, we are probably the closest things he has had to parents.


 * Nightfire raises an eyebrow.

Nightfire: I suppose so, but I’m not a great father.


 * She smiles at him.

Zeitola: You could be. Give him your love, just as you have given me. I will do the same for him as well.


 * Nightfire smiles and kisses her.

Nightfire: I will do what I can.


 * They smile at each other before falling asleep. Nightfire holds Drago’s warm body close to himself with his arm atop him and atop Zeitola. She cuddles next to the young Incedrian with her hands also atop him.