Once The Passers is released...watch out...The Change will be upon us... The Second Conference of Barveyn Strapped tightly to the chest of his sire, Erix bounced sleepily along, soothed by the rhythmic sound of the hooves on the hard dry ground. Nine moons had passed since his birth and he was already becoming a heavy burden for his mother to bear. Adamen, relishing the contact of his own kin, rode with satisfaction. Each glance down at the curly mop of soft downy hair made his chest swell just a little more proudly. The decision to remain silent concerning the unusual markings on the torso of his young son and his mate, had been the right choice Adamen mused as he trotted along contentedly. Lambord had been very adamant about it. He had insisted on journeying to find more information about its origin, suspecting that Adamen’s initial opinion had been correct. A woman Passer had never been heard of yet Jadara had hosted the essence of the freegan before their disappearance back into the Fire Hills of Dargoon. Their power combined with her encounter with the Dolchie had given Jadara a metallic aura that could be seen by those with the gift of perceivement. Greenflack had craved that power and the freegan had ultimately harnessed it to gain their freedom and defeat the evil force of Greenflack’s reign. Such encounters would leave a trace however, power was a dangerous thing. It had the control be the start of wars and herald the end of civilisations. The fewer people that knew of it the better for Fellnesia; at least for now. Despite all this, his she-mate and queen of Jadehollow had bred a bonny son who now rode beside him to meet with representatives from each kin at the second Conference of Barveyn. Glancing at Jadara’s slight form rising and falling on the mount beside him caused the familiar stirring in Adamen’s loins. Just the sight of her still had the power to arouse him. Despite the presence of their child, they had managed to couple with pleasant regularity since the birth. As if aware of his very thoughts, Jadara’s cheeks darkened with a crimson glow as she lowered her eyes beguilingly. Adamen’s low chuckle did nothing to dispel the hue on her soft cheeks. “Be patient until our arrival, she-mate,” he teased gently. “My but you are an insatiable wench” he added. In response, Jadara rode closer and allowed her hand to travel seductively over his taught thigh. With an animal like snarl, Adamen leaned over and grasped her unruly curls, forcing her head towards his waiting lips. Thrusting his tongue deep within her mouth, he probed hungrily growling in satisfaction at her gasp of surprise and delight. With a reluctant sigh of resignation of what was not to be, Jadara pulled back and reined her horse back to its course. She smiled with sweet victory at the disgruntled appearance of her Passer mate. “Me thinks that I am not the only insatiable one her,” she spoke lightly with a teasing tone. Adamen snarled a cursed response that Jadara brushed off gaily and rode ahead of her lover. She could feel his lust filled eyes watching her body’s natural rise and fall and she glowed inwardly at the pleasure that she always felt at his sensual attraction to her.
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