ENURRUA
DAY THIRTY-EIGHT
"Tarifa?" Aihola's voice was soft in the early morning, as the sun began to filter into the many natural holes in the top of the mountain cave.
Tarifa moved her head slightly from where it rested on Aihola's firm chest, her Drow Mistress's arms holding her tightly. Their bodies were pressed close together, sharing warmth and sensation even through their clothes, but while it felt glorious to be in her arms again, Tarifa felt like something was missing.
"Yes my love?"
"What are you thinking?" Aihola asked pulling her body closer, relishing in the feel of her heat against her.
"I'm… I feel betrayed Nya Istel." Tarifa spoke softly, "Angry and stupid. I have no tears left in me to cry." She lifted her head and turned to look at Aihola. "What do you feel?"
