Victoriously Yours,

Ghastly Serpentine

Yisrael shifted around, feeling her warm body nestled into him. He opened his eyes and broke a smile when he saw River staring up at him.

"What?"

She gulps, shaking her head. "Nothing. It's just that- I have never slept with anyone before and I didn't think I'd like it."

He drew her in deeper, her head pillowed on his surprisingly soft mountain shoulder.

Tracing her hip, he leaned down to kiss her sweetened lips. The thick weight of his arousal pressed upon her mons.

His hand curled around her throat, his broad thumb caressing the pulse at the base. She shivered in his arms, gazing into his eyes. The longing in hers were unabashed.

The cave had gone dark with the silvery moon reflecting in the guzzle curtain of the tumultuous waterfall behind her, it gave a slice of light on his face.

She had called him ruined beauty the first day she met him. How could she call him that when he had ruined her into a crumbling gritty mess of herself?

She wanted to know everything. Every last fiber of his being should be undone and exposed to her.

"You never spoke of your mum."

There was crease at the corners of his succulent black eyes but they relaxed as he snuggled into her more. His skin sweet like brandy.

"My mom was-" He let out a chuckle of adoration. "-the only lady to tell me what was what and who was who. No disguises. No flowering words. She gave it to me straight. I think I learnt that from her. Unlike my father who is a bit cryptic, I never saw the need to hide."

He pointedly looked at her and she felt the blush reddening.

"I suppose you are an expert on that."However, he didn't seem to mock or pass any judgement. Between those words, he was asking something. He was asking why.

She circled her fingernail over his left side of his chest, for the first time feeling the similar stumpy beat that rained in her.

"I suppose you are right but it was all done in the prospect of trying to save myself from getting hurt. I have seen how men use women and leave them discarded."

Then, she made a hint to perversely glance at him. He remained unruffled.

"I do have a past, River but it's nothing as significant as this."

She pulled back, an impressed utterance fell upon her features. "You know for a man whose second language is English, you have remarkable hold on it."

He shrugged. "My dad is learned. He believed the vessel of learning never empties."

Then an idea struck her. With a slight show of hesitation, she stated. "Maybe-I could learn Iborian."

Oh god...has she turned into those women now? Yet it didn't once beset her in the manner she would have felt back in the days.

Yisrael pulled her onto him, making her squeal as she lay on his thick body. "And why would you? I like talking in English."

She reached out to trace his hard jaw, the stubble scratching the pads of her fingers. "Yes,
I know."

She isn't going to spell it out for him. He knew it. He simply wanted to embarrass her further.
When she didn't offer, he barked a lustrous laugh.

She thumped her forehead on his chest, hiding her eyes from his,"Urgh...you are making me fluster!"

He was about to retort when he heard a similar hiss. He turned seeing snake slithered past the gushing shower, his black and brown scale dusting away.