The Melting of Ice (Part 2)

I shoo away all my twisted creations (I can’t let them taint this With the vileness I spawned them from) She approaches I lower my head, eyes staring into hers, opening myself, feeling her intertwine her energy with mine, closer she comes. At this point mist like trails of essence spiral out of the corners of our mouths like smoke, hazing sight. I can feel her heart leaping as I touch the right side of her neck, the throbbing stirring my desires and as our power closes us off to the world, time freezes, ice crystals forming on my fur, her feathers, snapping off under their own weight making chime like sounds as they shatter beneath us, my nerves alight as her fingertips graze my cheek, and her claws sink into the small of my back, like a forest fire running through the brush, melting away the obtrusive growth. I feel her quiver as my nails run down her ribs and her slim, narrow waist, our lips touch and the clock starts again, (reality must exert itself) as the mist swirls in I know what to expect, so it doesn’t burrow into my brain when in the clarity she’s gone, instead, my heart still pumps, and in the worst case this undead has felt life again, maybe I’ll progress instead of shriveling and sealing my crypt once more.