#tantric flames

[angel-of-the-moons]

Can you please make a continuation to tantra? 🥺 I Loved that one smm

Gonna combine these two because it just makes sense!

Love's Sweet Embrace

(AKA Tantra PT.2)

Pavitr x Wife!Reader

(Pavitr and Reader are adults in this fic.)

TW/CW: Smut, NSFW, sex, protected sex (condom), piv sex, fluff, aftercare, Pavitr being an angel husband

MINORS DNI I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR CONTENT YOU CONSUME

A/N: We all know the P-Man would be the sweetest in terms of aftercare. Also I'm so sorry there are so many backlogged requests asdfghjkl. They're gonna be paused until I can catch up with them!

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So many times have you heard people coo and giggle about how you and Pavitr were so in love. So many times did old ladies grin and pat your hand, telling you how they were young once, too, when Pavitr simply couldn't stop kissing you in public.

You two had a blissful marriage in the short few months after the wedding. It was all going so wonderfully, it was like a dream come true; the kind of love Pavitr poured over you like warm honey, and the love you peppered all over his body with tiny kisses and sweet words.

You'd also learned that now that he didn't have to really hide it... Pavitr adored your breasts. Whenever he came home, he would bury his face in-between them. Whenever you snuggled, he'd bury his face into them.

You joked and said he had an addiction.

"Not an addiction. An obsession." He grinned up at you.

"Is there a difference?" You snorted, running your fingers through his hair.

"Uh.... Well. Uh..."

"Like I said." You grinned, booping his nose.

Another thing you learned was that Pavitr was interesting in the bedroom. And the living room. And the bathroom.

And that one time on the dining table...

The tantric sex that he'd tried with you was a favorite of his. He loved slow sex, and he knew just how badly it drove you insane.

He took his time with you, every single time, stoking the flames and pushing your buttons, not stopping until your mind was a haze and your clit was so sensitive you could cum from a puff of air.

It was maddening how much he enjoyed taking things slow. And was even more insane how you loved it yourself...

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"P-Pavitr, please..." You whined, arching your back off the bed as he slowly rolled his hips into yours, his cock sinking slowly into your wet, needy pussy.

"I--I know." He groaned, biting his lip as he looked down at you, taking in your needy, whiny state.

God, you were gorgeous. The way your hands gripped the sheets, the way your sweat rolled off your body, how your eyes kept rolling and your lashes brushed your cheeks.

Hia gorgeous wife, the absolute love and treasure of his life. His bright shining star in the sky.

There weren't enough words for him to describe you and what you meant to him, not enough words to translate or even speak.

Your heels pressed into the dips in his back, forcing him deeper into you as you moaned loudly, your pussy gripping him so tight he thought you were choking the air out of him just from his dick alone.

When your orgasm hit you, he doubled over you, slowly thrusting; his pace slightly quickened but still slow as he gently helped you ride out your orgasm.

He buried his nose in your hair and made a soft noise, a sound bordering on a whine and a guttural moan as your nails bit into his shoulders.

"Pav--" You hiccup softly, your hips sore and tired from the exhausting and same-as-always slow sex session. You were exhausted, sweaty and out of breath.

"It's okay..." You breathe, kissing his cheek and panting in his ear.

"It's okay, go on."

Your airy and fucked-out voice is what ultimately pushed him over that edge he was teetering on, his hips stuttering into yours in less coordinated, loose thrusts as he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close and gripping you tight as he pumped his load into the condom wrapped snugly around his cock.

Now that you were married it was off and on when you would use protection. A bit reckless, but you both had so much trust in one another that you'd support each other no matter what life threw at you.

You shared breaths on messy, sweet kisses, tongues dancing in a lewd tango as he pulled his softening cock out of you, causing you to whimper at the loss of him.

"Go on and rest, lovie, m'kay?" Pavitr said to you, in between sweet kisses he planted all over your face.

"Mhmm..." You hummed, dropping your head onto the pillows as Pavitr slowly pulled himself off of you. Your body felt cold and barren without his warmth around you, and you pouted at the loss as he walked away and into the bathroom. But, you were too exhausted to care.

You were a little relieved Pavitr didn't want to try for a round two. From the long, slow sex and the tiring day you had at work? You were dead exhausted.

You weren't aware how much time had passed or even when precisely you nodded off, until you felt yourself being scooped up and being carried through the air.

"Pavitr?" You asked, your voice drowsy as he carried you into the bathroom.

"Easy there, babygirl." Pavitr smiled, kissing your temple as he carried you past the door.

You looked around and saw two candles lit, your favorite scent. When your eyes dragged to the bathtub, you saw the tub was full of nice steaming water, bubbles, and what looks like a bath bomb had been dropped in, making the water shine with a pearlescent sheen.

He set you down and gave a sheepish grin when you looked back at him.

"Pav?" You balked.

"C'mon! You know me, I'm all for aftercare! And besides, you are the best wife ever. I gotta make sure my girl knows how awesome she is!" He said, with a flip of his hair.

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and bumped your nose to his, a giddy smile on your lips.

"Get in with me?"

He looked at you, his warm, dark eyes gazing at you with a love-drunk look. "Sure."

The bath was amazing, the water emanating a soft strawberry scent as you both sunk in. You could feel the oils moisturize your skin, the light, body-safe glitter making your skin shine.

Pavitr hummed as he sat behind you, massaging your shoulders with his thumbs, easing the knots and tension from your back.

"God, yes... Please keep going." You groaned, brows pinched together as that electrifying sensation spread through you as his skilled hands eased every tough point of muscle, every bit of tension simply melting away like hot butter.

When you relaxed against him, Pavitr wrapped his arms around you, his athletic body wrapped so snugly around yours in the cramped space of your bathtub.

"Feeling better?" He asked you, your hands twining together in the water.

"Mhmmm..." You sigh, looking down at your left hands, matching bands shining brightly in your ring fingers.

"Good. You've been working so hard, lately, babe." He murmurs, planting a kiss to your shoulder.

"I know, we just have that stupid quota to meet..." You groan.

"Mmh." Pavitr huffed. "But still, you're such a hard worker, you deserve a break."

"I deserve a break?" You giggle, turning to look at him. "You are a damn superhero! If anyone deserves a break, it's you!"

Pavitr grinned, his cheeks flushing a bit. Never fails, your gorgeous husband would always blush like a schoolboy when you said things like that about him.

"Well... I'm used to that, and I've found a bit of work/life balance. Your boss is just using you as a mule at this point." He says softly.

He buried his face in the crook of your shoulder.

"That and... well... I kinda did a number on you tonight." He mumbled sheepishly.

You grin and squeeze his hands in yours.

"Well... if anything, you're certainly, thorough. You won't catch me complaining every time you put my legs out of commission." You quip playfully.

You couldn't contain the fit of giggles that erupted out of you at Pavitr's embarrassed squeak.

"Babe!"

#🌙 answered #pavitr x you #pavitr prabhakar x you #pavitr prabhakar x reader #pavitr prabhakar #atsv pavitr

[eatmangoesnekkid]

I have zero stress in my life, with exception that sometimes I do too much to pump up my skinny arms at the gym. This is not hubris or fantasy. I have a lover who honors that I only do what I love, not one day a week, but all days. But this is not about my lover because true love never begins or ends with a lover. This is about my devotion to love.  I feel that  we get too caught up in the acquisition of love, being chosen by someone and looking for what we can get in return, rather than doing the work to simply embody love as principle, evolving into the kind of person who is actually capable of loving another human soul well, first beginning with ourselves (our cells). Love also includes how we love animals and nature. It's all divine energy accumulating in our cells. I studied love. I studied love as a creative outlet. I studied strangers and couples of all sexualities and ethnicities whom energies resonated as loving. I would study their interactions and banter and fall in love with what I saw. I read simple books on love like Thich Nnat Hahn's "Teachings on Love" over and over again at least 30 times. I listened to songs that only felt like love. I discovered ways to unlock the tension around my heart/breasts and pelvis so that my body could release the archaic contractions and open up wide. I would bathe like love. As a result, it was only a natural next step that I would became a passionate lover. A passionate lover instinctively attracts more truthful love. When we have love, we have creative energy in our lives that we can utilize to help us to create heaven on earth. With more love energy embodied, life will start to feel really good for no reason at all. My way of loving and being in union was re-calibrated from the violent template I saw modeled in my home and community after a terrible breakup, breakdown, and breakthrough into one where loving is habit and self-love is principle. I am consistently spoiled with beautiful things, awakened to the presence of beauty in everyday life most days. I am encouraged to care for myself and do nothing at all, anytime, any day, at any hour. My body is nourished and easily orgasmic to the breeze of a gentle inhale.  It is no longer through the spirit of struggle, lack, tension, hustle, and deadlines, but from living the intimate, sensuous, tantric, magnetic arts that I birth a series of bestseller books that will burst hearts into mystical, sensuous, transformative, dewy pieces. I started to visualize a slow regenerative way of life 15 years ago, one that would include travels, naps, and time and space to cook homemade food without rushing, a real life where I adored being offline with ease far more than online. I would talk to nature and ask for guidance and just allow my body to hold a little more of the vision every day as if I was pregnant. I was! I also asked the holy spirit of love to utilize me; to utilize my mind and heightened intuition; to utilize this pelvis, hips, feet, cylindrical breasts, and heart and enhance my flow of energy; to utilize my tongue and warm mouth to sing beauty and write from loveliness; and even these hair follicles to amplify expanded possibilities for us all. Our mission is only valid when it includes evolving and expanding the light, universe energy, and possibilities within other people.  I stopped needing to possess this body; I know I cannot be contained by it. I can only serve as a conduit and create some deliciousness from its amplified attributes (as a result) of being utilized by Source energy. Most days my body is more a conduit of divine energy than something that I need to claim full ownership over.  We become conduits. This is how God uses us and how we help one another evolve and heal. Even our open-hearted nude bodies can be greatly healing for others. Life loves to fan the flames of our sweltering visions, warmest beliefs, swollen perceptions, and deepest desire frequencies. When you begin to own your mind and what's living in it, you shake loose your potencies. Your potencies are your divine energy. When you access the divine energy of love, your body gets softer. You now feel like love. The pitch/tone of your voice shifts; you now speak like love. You gait ascends; You now walk like love. Your scent evolves; you now smell like love. Your taste buds elevate; you now eat like love. Your relationship to your body, spine, and breathing transforms; you now fuck like love. You are love. Love has always been a noun, you see.

India Ame’ye, Author, Pictured

[themotherofrevelation]

Through sadhana, the Tantric awakens the Mother and rouses her to go upward. Flashing like a phosphorescent flame through the Sushumna channel, she pierces the various chakras until she reaches the highest plane and unites with Shiva at the crown of the head. At this moment, the Tantric experiences such supreme bliss that his mind cannot contain the small ego-consciousness and becomes illumined. Yet Tantric sadhana does not end there. The perfect realization of the Mother only culminates when one experiences illumination in all planes, even the lowest.

Elizabeth U. Harding, Kali: The Black Goddess of Dakshineswar

#elizabeth u. harding #quote #kali #divine feminine #sacred feminine

[incarnateirony]

not what i set out to finish, got a bit distracted on other meta ends, but too good to leave sitting in drafts

and no just in case you think that's when they set all their clocks, or it was actual time, no and no. there was a lot of interesting clockwork in 15.01 to begin with, I just tagged my stuff back then poorly

In Manipura and below, man is bound by the laws of karma and fate. In Anahata one makes decisions ("follows one's heart") based on one's higher self, not the unfulfilled emotions and desires of lower nature. As such, it is known as the heart chakra.

It is also associated with love and compassion, charity to others and psychic healing. Meditation on this chakra is said to bring about the following siddhis (abilities): he becomes a lord of speech, he is dear to women, his presence controls the senses of others, and he can leave and enter the body at will.

Anahata (Sanskrit: अनाहत, IAST: Anāhata, English: "unstruck") or heart chakra is the fourth primary chakra, according to Hindu Yogic, Shakta and Buddhist Tantric traditions. In Sanskrit, anahata means "unhurt, unstruck, and unbeaten". Anahata Nad refers to the Vedic concept of unstruck sound (the sound of the celestial realm). Anahata is associated with balance, calmness, and serenity.

The name of this chakra signifies the state of freshness that appears when we are able to become detached and to look at the different and apparently contradictory experiences of life with a state of openness (expansion).

Normally we are not used to the effect produced by the confrontation of the two opposite forces. At the level of Anahata chakra appears the possibility to integrate the two opposite forces and obtain the effect (sound, in this case), without the two forces being confronted (without touching of the two parts).

This energy is specific to cooperation and integration, which brings peace and a new perspective in a world which, up to this level (considering only the energies specific to the first three centres of force: Muladhara, Swasdhistana and Manipura) was made only of a more or less conscious confrontation between opposite forces. The name Anahata suggests, in fact, the synergetic effect of the interaction of energies at this level.

Anahata is considered to be a tiny flame inside the heart. associated with the ability to make decisions outside the realm of karma.

Hrit (Hridaya, Surya) chakra Tree inside two circles inside a lotus flower The Hrit chakra (just below Anahata) is the seat of the wish-fulfilling tree.

Immediately below Anahata (at the solar plexus or, sometimes, on the near left side of the body) is a minor chakra known as Hrit (or Hridaya, "heart"), with eight petals.

It has three regions:

a vermilion sun region,

within which is a white moon region,

within which is a deep-red fire region.

Within this is the red wish-fulfilling tree, kalpavriksha, which symbolises the ability to manifest what one wishes to happen in the world.

The heart wheel in Tibetan Buddhism is the location of the indestructible red-and-white drop. At death, the winds of the body dissolve and enter this drop, which then leads the body into Bardo (the intermediate stage) and rebirth. The heart wheel in this model is circular, white and has eight petals (or channels) reaching downwards.

These channels divide into three wheels (mind, speech and body)

The heart wheel is important in meditation; in the lower tantras, the mantra is recited from the heart. It is recited verbally and then mentally;

then, in the heart, a tiny moon disc and flame are imagined from which the mantra rings.

In the higher tantras (the Anuttarayoga Tantra of the Sarma schools) or the Inner Tantras of the Nyingma school, the practitioner attempts to dissolve the winds and drops into the central channel at the level of the heart to experience the Yoga of Clear Light.

#time #watch #swiss watch #spnwin #1x2 #1x4 #15x15 #15x09 #15x01 #15x20 #15x17 #1x7 #meta #blossom #akrida #arcadia #garden #queen bee

[arsanimarum]

The secret of magnetism, as of magick, consists in ruling the fatality of the serpent Ob by the intelligence and power of Od in order to create the perfect equilibrium which manifests as Aour, the Magick Light, in balanced polarity, vibrating in readiness to create. In the Tantric cults the globe of the wand equates with the bindu, the concentration in a single point or seed of cosmic creativity. Aour is then the sushumna, the central column of the Tree of Life, the spinal column in man, while Ob and Od are the left and right nerve currents. When polarized, they arouse the Fire Snake sleeping at the base of the spine. The Kundalini then shoots upward and becomes the central fire tongue of triple flame, the flame of Spirit in the Caduceus symbolism. The triple tongue of flame formed by the heads of the twin serpents and the ball of the wand represents the natural and central Fire equilibrated by the polarization of the Ob and the Od.

#magick #serpent #cosmic creativity #upload #bibliophile #literature #fire snake #snake #symbol of the serpent #the caduceus of mercury #tantric cult #tree of life #on witchcraft

[entheognosis]

In the painting, Prostration, a sphere of light sends out finger-like projections of purifying “holy fire” through the supplicant’s will centers (back chakras). Surrounding the flames of purification are various helper beings from subtle dimensions acting as assistants to the removal of obstacles to self-realization. Making appearances are such beings as Ganesha, the elephant headed tantric deity of India, a Tibetan Buddhist vajra dakini, Thoth, the occult magician Hermes Trismegistus, Garuda, transcendental bird of the yogis, the Barak, a feminine headed mule which took Mohammed on his fateful ride to heaven on the night he had his vision which led to writing the Koran, a Christian angel and dove of the holy spirit, etc. The obstacles are themselves portrayed as specific demons, such as mockery, greed, jealousy, anger, sloth, blasphemy and lust which scitter-scatter through the shadow of the prostrated figure.

Alex Grey

[thetravelerwrites]

A Growing Family

Rating: Explicit  Relationship: Male Tabaxi/Female Tabaxi  Additional Tags: Angst, Relationship Angst, Single Mother, Polyamory, Monogamy Content Warnings: Children, Babies, Pregnancy, Breeding Kink, Impregnation, Male Submissive, Service Sub, Collaring a Submissive, Light BDSM, BDSM Ownership Words: 7,744

Ring's sister, Spring of the Valley, is surprised to learn that her long-time casual boyfriend, Flickering Flame, wants to have children. Please reblog and leave feedback!

Spring of the Valley had been dating Flickering Flame for nearly five years. They were both tabaxi, but where she was a common brown tabby, he was a magnificent Bengal tiger, massive and muscled and incredible to look at. He was a guard for the town and the temple in turn, stoic by nature when in sentry mode, but he was a fun, sweet person in private when he was around people with whom he felt comfortable with and knew well.

They’d first met after she, her sister, Rings of the Steel, and her son, Candle in the Dark, had arrived in town when her son was only two years old. At first, they had planned to just stop in for a rest before moving on, since they were were on the run from their parents, but Rings found a philosophy with Reverence that she could get behind, and Spring found a community of parents that she felt accepted into, so they both decided this would be a good place to finally plant their roots.

She had seen Flicker a lot, since he was always about with guard duties, but since she didn’t worship in the temple, she didn’t think much about him beyond being thankful for his presence when the town was threatened. Besides, people in town believed him to be a confirmed bachelor, having told her that he didn’t date and only satisfied himself in the temple.

So imagine her surprise, then, when he approached her one day and formally asked her to date. Everyone in town was shocked, even Reverence. She was definitely attracted to him, but so was nearly everyone else in town. He was incredibly attractive and a complete catch, to put it mildly, but most people thought this particular fish was just out of their reach. Spring couldn’t figure out why he had broken his bachelor status for her, but she was happy all the same. 

Flicker had a habit of surprising her. He’d moved in with her after a few months of dating, which was another shock for the town. He was affectionate, kind, and giving, which was something Spring wasn’t used to in partners. He often brought home flowers or treats, or spent hours a day playing with Candle, wearing him out so that he’d fall asleep on time and give Flicker and Spring plenty of time to themselves at night.

He still worshipped at the temple, which was a stipulation he had insisted upon when they started dating. Free love and tantric sex were two of the most sacred tenets in the worship of Fysy, and he was an enthusiastic worshipper. Spring herself did not follow Fysy or any other gods for that matter, which was allowable in the town as long as this was not used to denounce Fysy’s faith. Spring preferred monogamy, but she also didn’t want to limit Flicker in his faith, so she kept her desire for exclusivity to herself. 

Flicker had been a wonderful father figure for Candle even before they had started dating, taking him under his wing once Candle began attending school and taking classes from Flicker, who taught physical education and basic self defense. Perhaps it was because Candle was the only tabaxi child in the town, but Flicker seemed to have special affection for the boy, which made Spring’s heart happy.

Her son’s father had been a drunken one night stand with a satyr she’d had a crush on, and he became infuriated upon learning she was pregnant. Heartbroken, she and her sister had left town shortly after, once again bouncing from place to place before settling in the temple town.

One evening, Flicker had come home after a shift at the temple and sat heavily on the sofa, sighing with relief. 

“Tough day?” Spring asked him while plating dinner. 

“Kind of,” He said. “A jealous ex-boyfriend showed up at the temple. Those are always messy.” 

“Hmm,” Spring hummed. It wasn’t like she didn’t understand; it could be difficult to tamp down her own feelings for his sake, but she couldn’t deny the sting of jealousy she felt every time he told her he was going to worship.

Dinner was on the table, so Flicker went out to fetch Candle, who was playing with the other kids in the town square. Spring greeted Candle as she always did when he came through the door: with a kiss and a snuggle. He was still at an age where he enjoyed the affection and didn’t fight her off, though it was only a matter of time before he found the physical contact embarrassing. 

Candle was mostly a brown-grey tabby tabaxi in appearance, like Spring, although he did have horns, hooves, and the square pupils of satyrs. The effect was quite charming, in fact, and Spring thought he would be very handsome when he grew up. 

During dinner, Spring couldn’t help noticing that Flicker was staring at her more than normal. Feeling a little uneasy, she waited until Candle had gone to bed to talk to him. 

“Is something the matter?” She asked him as they sat comfortably on their bed, sipping a whiskey night cap. 

“I’ve just been… thinking…” He said slowly, his desert country accent audible under his words. “We’ve been dating for a few years now, yes?” 

“Yes,” She replied slowly. 

“Have you ever considered… having another baby?” 

Spring blinked, silenced. Whatever she had been expecting him to say, it had certainly not been that. 

“Well… yes,” She said tentatively. “But only with someone I was married to, or at least with someone who was deeply committed to me.” 

“What would ‘deeply committed’ involve for you?” He asked skittishly.

“Wait, back up, what’s happening right now?” Spring said, sitting up and peering sharply at Flicker. “Do you want to have a baby? I thought you weren’t interested in having kids.”

“Well…” He said with a sigh. “It’s not that I never wanted to have children, I just never felt stable or safe enough to have any before now. I’ve told you about where I came from, haven’t I?” 

“You’ve told me that you’re in hiding, like a lot of us here, but not why,” She pointed out.

Flicker sighed. “My people were obsessed with our own ideals of superiority and believed we needed to populate the entire world with our progeny to create a utopia. We waged wars against other people with an extremely over-inflated sense of confidence in our military prowess. We believed the world trembled at the thought of us because we were raised to believe such things, but outside of the ruling class, none of us knew that the vast majority of the world had never even heard of our country. We were… delusional. It’s what got us wiped out in the first place, and why I had to go in hiding. There are many countries out there who are hell-bent on our extermination, and it’s hard to blame them. It’s something we brought upon ourselves.

“There used to be a saying where I came from that you weren’t a grown man until you had fathered at least thirty children, and that women couldn’t reach heaven unless they had given birth to at least fifteen. My people procreated like machines without a thought to the future of those children. They just needed soldiers. There was no love, no trust, no loyalties beyond the fealty sworn to the ruling body. It was just… a means to an end. I was one of those kids, born and bred to be a soldier for their conquest. The act of making love and creating children… it was a duty. It wasn’t sacred like it is with Fysy. I think that’s why I was so drawn to it when I arrived.”

“Did you ever have children there?”

He shook his head. “I was only fourteen when our kingdom was conquered and not legally allowed to father children. Although, soldiers are more focused on training in their teens. They’re only allowed to begin fathering children once they’ve completed one tour of duty.” 

“So, why have you never fathered any while being here? Fysy isn’t just the goddess of sex, if I’m not mistaken, but also of conception and childbirth. The whole point of worshipping her is fertility and procreation, right?” 

“That’s true,” He said. “But… I’ve been very careful not to impregnate anyone until now. I explained all of this to Reverence, and she’s never pushed me to father any children. Not until I was ready to.” 

“You haven’t felt ready until now? Why?”

“I wasn’t raised like a normal kid. As soon as I was old enough to hold a spear, I was put into the ranks. I knew my entire life that I was meant to be a soldier, so I never received the same love and attention other kids get, and I didn’t expect it, either. I didn’t have a mother or father. I had a commander.” He rubbed his forehead and sighed. “I don’t want to be a commander to my own kid, and I don’t want to arbitrarily father a kid with no thought to their future and no interest in being involved in their life. I didn’t realize how messed up it was to be raised that way until I came here. I don’t want to do that to my child.” 

“What made you change your mind, then?” 

“You did.” 

Again, Spring was at a loss for words. “Me?”

He nodded, smiling at her fondly. “You and Candle. Being around him has been good for me. I didn’t really know what it meant to be a parent until I met you and him. This town… don’t get me wrong, I love it here, and I never want to leave. And all of the children are happy and not forced to be soldiers, and I love that, too. But the communal nature of the childrearing here… seems impersonal to me. Unpleasantly familiar, you know?”

She nodded. 

“Not you, though. Anyone can look at you and see you love your son. You’re involved and affectionate and you’re always telling him how much you love him. You’re there for him whenever he needs you, no matter what, because he’s the center of your entire world. I never had that. You’re the perfect mother.”

Spring laughed self-consciously. “I’m not a perfect mother, no one is.” 

“See it from my perspective,” He said, pulling her close. “I was initially attracted to you because of what a good mom you are, which is why I asked you to date me in the first place. Five years of dating only confirmed what I already thought of you. I felt like… I could trust you with my child, you know? You’re the first person I’ve ever felt that way about.”

Spring felt her body flush. That was the closest thing to a declaration of love she’d ever received. She knew that Flicker cared about her, but knowing now that he’d been raised in an environment where love wasn’t something that even existed, it wasn’t a surprise that he never used the word.

“So,” He continued. “You never answered my question. What constitutes 'deeply committed’? Does that just mean being married?”

“Well, no,” She replied with a sigh. “I’ve… never wanted to tell you what to do or how to worship or anything like that. I know how much you love Fysy and the temple and its teachings, but… perhaps it’s just because I don’t follow Fysy, but when you have sex with other people, regardless of the reason… it doesn’t feel like you’re committed to me. Which… if our relationship were to stay casual and isn’t going to be anything serious, that’s fine… but if you want to go so far as to have a child together… it’s not so fine. And if you’re not committed to me, I don’t want to have a child with you. Having a baby alone was hard enough the first time. I only want to have a baby if the father is going to be there for both of us.” 

“I suppose I understand that, but what does that have to do with the way I worship?” 

“I understand that where you came from, sex was just a means to an end, and I also understand that at the temple, sex is a sacred act to be shared with any consenting adult. But for me… monogamy is just as special. It’s just as holy. Making a promise to be with me and only me, and sticking to that promise, shows your commitment in a way that other things don’t. It’s all well and good to say you’ll be faithful to me and won’t leave us when you get bored, but I can’t bring another child into the world if his father isn’t going to vow to be there for both of us in every way he can be. And he can’t make that type of vow if he’s at the temple every night getting it on with anyone willing to bed him.”

It was his turn to be taken aback. “Does it bother you that I worship at the temple?” 

She folded her arms and shrugged. “If it’s just prayer, no. But… having sex with other people… yeah… it bothers me.”

“Has it always bothered you?” 

“Well… a little. It makes me feel like I’m not enough for you or that you don’t enjoy sex with me, so you have to get it from someone else to be satisfied. It hurts.”

Flicker seemed distressed by the thought that he’d been hurting her all this time and sat up in alarm, moving his hands as though he didn’t know what to do with them. 

“That’s not… Sex with you is amazing, honestly, I have no complaints at all… I just… It’s just that… Why didn’t you say anything before if it upset you?” 

“Because continuing to worship was the only stipulation you had for us dating and I agreed at the time because everyone said you had no interest in commitment, so I figured our relationship wouldn’t last long. Before now, I had no right to be upset because I had accepted your stipulation, and you’d never given me a reason to assume that our relationship might become serious one day. Up to this point, I expected you to get bored at any moment and break it off. This is the first time in five years you’ve even broached the topic of a future together, so I thought you were just riding it out with me because the fun hadn’t worn off yet.”

His mouth hung open and he seemed genuinely shocked. “I… that’s… not what I’m doing at all. I’m with you because I like spending time with you.” 

She nodded in assent. “Well, sure, but there’s a difference between enjoying someone’s company and being in love with that person.” 

“Are you in love with me?” 

Spring hesitated a moment before answering, unable to look Flicker in the eye. 

“Yeah.”

“...oh.” He seemed stunned into silence. 

Still avoiding his eye, Spring continued. “Having a child with someone you love… it’s different. It’s… divine. A pure act of reverent devotion between two people. Maybe it doesn’t seem as sacred to you as worship in the temple does, but that’s how it is for me. If you’re not in love with me… if you’re not going to devote yourselves to us… the answer is no.” 

She felt him shift on the bed in discomfort. “This isn’t how I saw today going… Everyone in town always seems happy to have children, so I thought you’d be the same.” 

“Everyone in town has the community backing them up, taking on the burden of raising the kids equally. But I’m not a member of the temple. Despite the fact that the town accepts me and lets me live here, I’m still an outsider. The child I bear would be mine alone, which means all of the burden falls to me. I don’t think you took that into consideration when you decided to ask me.”

“Oh. I suppose not.” 

“I’m not asking you to leave the temple or renounce Fysy, Flicker,” Spring said, wrapping her arms around her legs and resting her head on her knees, not looking at him. “But you need to understand that what you’re asking me is equal to that. It’s a lot to ask of someone, and I feel like you don’t actually get that. You can’t suggest making a huge change to your life and then expect things to be the same as they always were afterward. Being a father is more than conceiving a child and popping your head in every once in a while to make sure everything’s okay.” 

“But… I live here. I would be doing more than just popping my head in.” 

“Living in a house and being mentally present for the people inside it are not the same thing,” She replied. “Listen, it’s getting late. Let’s table this for now and talk about it more tomorrow.” 

“I thought the answer was no,” Flicker said. He sounded sulky. 

“The answer is, ‘you don’t understand what you’re asking from me’,” Spring said. 

Flicker scoffed in annoyance and snuffed the lantern out before flopping down on the bed and turning away from her. “Fine.” 

“Don’t be a child, Flicker,” Spring said, but Flicker ignored her. Sighing, Spring took her pillow and blanket and went to sleep on the floor of Candle’s room.

When Spring awoke the next morning to start breakfast, Flicker had already dressed and left for work two hours early, skipping breakfast entirely. Candle was confused by his absence, since Flicker typically ate breakfast with him and walked him to school before starting his shift. 

As she was returning from taking Candle to school, she saw Flicker at the gate, watching her. When their eyes met, he looked away petulantly. Sighing, she turned and scuttled home. 

Around midday, Rings came to eat lunch, since Reverence and Ebert were occupied with their kids. Rings could tolerate kids in small doses, but she couldn’t stand being around them all the time.

“What’s up with Flicker? He looks like someone kicked his dog,” Rings said, sitting at the table and taking a strip of jerky from a bowl. 

“He asked me if I wanted to have another baby,” Spring said. 

Rings choked on the meat and nearly fell out of his chair. “What?! What did you say?”

“I said no,” Spring said sadly. “Not while he’s out fucking other people in that temple. I can’t commit my body to him like that if he’s giving his to anyone who asks.” 

“You want him to be a one-woman cat?” Rings asked, astonished. “I can’t even imagine it. What if he chooses the temple over you?” 

“Then he doesn’t deserve me,” Spring said simply, kneading the bread dough a little more forcefully than normal. “And he doesn’t need to be having kids.” Spring heaved another unhappy sigh and wiped her hands. “But I don’t know what to do to make him understand that.” 

“Hmm…” Rings hummed, thinking. “How long have you been away from each other since you started dating?” 

“Probably that two week period that I went with Ebert to get medicinal plants for you,” Spring said. “Why?”

“Well, this might be a bit of an extreme option for you,” Rings said. “But he’s not going to come to any realizations while seeing you every day in your house, eating food you made, and sleeping in a bed you built. He hasn’t really contributed anything to this relationship, as far as I can tell. He needs to know what it feels like to lose you before he comes to his senses.” 

Spring felt a feeling of worry creep up her spine. “What do you mean?” 

“Break up with him first,” Rings said. “Tell him you don’t think he’s serious about you and that he’s just doing whatever he wants without thinking about how you feel. That’s not wrong, is it? Tell him you want to be with someone who will be faithful to you and you alone, and if he can’t do that, then you don’t want to keep wasting your time. Kick him out. I mean, you’ve always been a one-man woman since the beginning, so it’s not that weird for you to want the same from your partner. To be blunt, to me, it’s always just felt like he’s playing at having a family without the commitment by dating you, and that’s not a good attitude to have if you want to bring more life into the world.”

“Huh,” Spring said, surprised. “That’s actually pretty insightful. For you, that is. I kinda expected you to tell me to get over myself and stay with him since he’s a good lay, or insist that I don’t need another kid because kids are life-ending, soul-sulking leeches you can’t get rid of.”

“If it were anybody else, that would be my advice, but you’re my sister and I love you, in my own way. I like Flicker, and he is definitely a good lay, but I’ve never liked the fact that he’s been taking advantage of your willingness to put your needs aside to please him. You wouldn’t be happy if you had to keep stuffing down your own feelings to make your partner happy. I’m honestly shocked you put up with him for this long. If he genuinely wants to be with you and have a kid with you, as well as being a dad to Candle, he needs to wake up and grow up and stop thinking only about himself. If he doesn’t get that, then you don’t need him.” 

“I guess you’re right,” Spring said, sitting at the table with Rings, her hands folded in her lap. “I don’t want to, but you’re right. I’m not happy. I could ignore it up until now because I expected Flicker to move on when he was bored, but I can’t take further steps with him if he can’t honor my wishes.” 

“Exactly,” Rings said. 

That evening, Flicker returned home, still subdued and sulky. He ate dinner quietly, and he went to bed early without saying much. After tucking in Candle, Spring went into the dark bedroom.

“Are you awake?” She asked him. He didn’t respond. After taking a deep breath, she began, “Flicker… I want you to move out tomorrow morning. I don’t think we should see each other anymore.” 

Flicker jumped up out of bed and stared at Spring in the dark.

“What the fuck are you talking about?!”

“I was okay with you fucking other people when I thought this wasn’t a serious relationship. Well, no, I wasn’t ever really okay with it, but I accepted it because I liked you and wanted to spend time with you. But… this isn’t what I want. I’m not happy with you anymore. It was selfish of you to think that I would have a child with you without wanting any sort of assurances in return.”

"Selfish?!” He exclaimed. “I’m being selfish? What about you?”

“What about me?!” She retorted, her voice rising. “This is the first time since we started our relationship that I’ve asked for something for myself, and you’re acting like a child about it. The only thing I asked for was for you to stop fucking other people and take some responsibility if you wanted to start having kids! If that’s too much to ask, then I’m not the right person for you, and you’re sure as hell not the right person for me.” She took a big deep breath to slow her heart and continued. “I want to be with the person who I love, and who loves me back and will be faithful to me without me having to demand it from them. If I have another child, I want it to be with that person. And I don’t think it’s you.” 

Flicker shook his head in disbelief before picking up his things and stalking to the front door, slamming it as he left. 

That first night alone was so cold.

A few weeks passed, and Flicker had not returned nor spoken to her in that time. His behavior toward Candle hadn’t changed and he still taught Candle at school, and Candle often asked Spring why Flicker wasn’t living at home anymore. The only thing Spring could tell him is that Flicker wanted things that she couldn’t give him, and that she was sad about it.

Spring knew her heat would be coming on soon. She had the special medicine from Ebert to suppress it, but the medicine wasn’t 100% effective and she knew her lust-addled brain may make her do things she’d might regret afterward, like taking Flicker back, so she made arrangements to go to a special isolation getaway specifically designed to help treat heats. Rings never went because she said it made her feel like a nun, but to people like Spring who preferred to not give in to their animalistic urges, it was a great place to go for peace of mind. It even had a childcare wing where Candle would be taken care of while she was in isolation. She told Rings that she had booked a room there and that she’d be leaving within the month. 

The night before she had planned to leave, there was a loud banging on the door. Startled, She looked out of the window to see Flicker standing at the door, disheveled and panting and looking distressed. Alarmed, she went to open the door for him.

“My goodness, Flicker, are you alright?” She asked, pulling him inside. “What happened? Sit, tell me what’s wrong.”

Before she could lead him to a chair, he grabbed her by both arms. 

“Don’t leave!” He said, gasping. “Please. I know you’re upset, but please, please don’t leave!”

“Flicker, I have to. I won’t be able to make good decisions if I stay right now.” 

“I’m sorry, Spring,” He said, practically begging. “I’m sorry for everything. I’m sorry for hurting you all this time without realizing it. I’m sorry I asked something of you without thinking of the consequences. I’m sorry that I ever made you think you aren’t enough for me. Please, even if you don’t take me back, please don’t leave.”

“Flicker, please, I have to finish packing,” Spring said, trying to step out of his grip. “Let’s talk about this when I get back in a few weeks.” 

“A few weeks?” He asked, suddenly confused. “You’re not moving away?” 

“What? No! My heat is coming on soon, so I’m going to the isolation retreat to ride it out.” 

Flicker inhaled a giant breath of relief and fell to the floor as if his legs had given way. 

“Thank Fysy,” He breathed. “Rings mentioned you were leaving tomorrow and I thought she meant you were leaving for good.” 

“Is that why you’re so upset?” Springs asked, laughing. “Come on, get up off the floor.” 

Flicker staggered back to his feet and allowed himself to be guided to the sofa, settling onto his with his arms braced against his legs, his head down. 

“Let me get you a drink,” Spring said. She made to go to the kitchen, but he captured her hand and held firm. 

“Stay,” He begged. “Just… stay with me. Don’t go away.”

“You sound like a little boy at bedtime, begging for one more story,” Spring said, pulling him close and letting his head rest on her breast. 

“I’m sorry, Spring,” He said mournfully. “I missed you so much. I was being stupid and pig-headed and I wasn’t thinking about your feelings.” He wrapped his arms around her and held her close. “I won’t worship at the temple anymore. My spirit, my soul, is with Fysy, but my love, my heart, and my body are yours and yours alone. I swear.”

“You mean it?” She asked, taking his face in her hands and making him look up at her. 

“I’ve already told Reverence that I’ll no longer participate in temple activities beyond simple prayer and guard duty. You can confirm it with her, if you’d like. I don’t want to keep hurting you like that.” 

She lay her cheek on the top of his head. “Thank you. But are you sure you’re okay with that?” 

“Yes. I didn’t realize how important to me you really were until I thought I’d lose you forever, and I regretted every dumb thing I’d done until now. I should have asked what you felt about me worshipping at the temple and not just demanded you accept it. It was selfish. It was also selfish for me to expect you to be excited about having a child with me when I’ve done nothing to prove myself as a good partner and father. I’ll make up for it right now.” 

He reached into his vest and pulled out a silver necklace with a tabaxi charm for marriage on it, hand carved from bone. 

“I know I’ve never said it, but I love you, Spring. I should have said it much sooner. I wish I had figured it out before I wasted so much time hurting you, when I could have spent it as your husband and father of your children. Please marry me.”

This was more than Spring could ever have hoped for. Tears sprang to her eyes and she struggled to control her breathing. 

“This isn’t just to convince me to have your baby, is it?” She asked through a watery chuckle.

Flicker laughed. “No. To prove it, I’ve decided to claim Candle as my son officially, legally. Even if you don’t decide to have my baby, I’ll still have a child. We’ll still be a family.” 

Spring’s tears fell harder. Her sincerest wish had been that Candle would know the love of a father one day, but she had never told anyone, afraid that it would make her seem like she was forcing the role onto someone who didn’t want it. Flicker had fulfilled that wish without her having to ask. 

“Will you marry me, Spring of the Valley?”

She laughed and sobbed at the same time. “Yes!” 

Flicker stood up and hugged her tight, only pulling back to put the charm around her neck. 

“Thank you, and thank you for forgiving me.” 

“Who says I have?” She asked playfully, her tail swaying behind her as she twitched his nose with one of her claws. “Do you still want to have a baby?” 

“Yes, I really do. Maybe a little girl this time. It’ll be nice to have one each.” 

“Hmm,” She said, kissing him. “We’ll have to see.”

“When does your heat begin?” 

:My estimate is another week.”

“Can we try to conceive in the temple? That’s the only thing I want.” 

Her head jerked back and she frowned. “Was that promise you made just hot air?”

He laughed and shook his head. “No, there’s a special room for monogamous couples who want to start a family. It’s called the consecration room. It’s not like the other rooms; it’s specifically designed to help couples conceive. I’ve only ever seen it once, but it’s beautiful.” He held her close and bent to kiss her nose. “It’ll be the very last time I’ll be setting foot in the temple as a worshipper, and I want my last experience in the temple to be with you.”

She smiled. He was sacrificing a large part of his life to dedicate himself to her and their family, so it was only fair. 

“Okay.” She said, cuddling against his chest. 

The heat began earlier than she expected, but the room was ready to go whenever they decided to use it. Seeing as only thirty percent of couples in the town were monogamous, and an even smaller fraction among them were not followers of Fysy, the room didn’t get used as much as the others.

The evening they decided to try to conceive, the first night of her heat cycle, Spring made arrangements for a villager named Cassandra to look after Candle for a few days, perhaps even a week, just in case. She asked Flicker if she needed to bring anything, but he said no, the room would be furnished with anything they might need. That was the whole idea behind the room: the room is equipped so that you don’t come out until you’ve done absolutely everything within your power to create a child. The longest a couple had been in there was five weeks. They had triplets.

That night, Spring had forgone taking the heat suppressant, so by the time they arrived at the temple, Spring was already squirming. Seeing as she had never stepped foot into the temple before, Flicker had to lead her to the consecration room, hand-in-hand. 

“I’m surprised I can’t hear any… worshipping going on,” Spring said. 

Flicker chuckled. “The rooms are sound proof. What’s enticing for some may not be all that appealing for others, so it’s good to keep it separated. Plus, it makes it less awkward for people who are here on official business and not looking to participate.”

“Ah,” Spring said. “I actually find that reassuring.” 

Reverence met them at the door of the room, holding two small spirits glasses. 

“Welcome, Spring,” She said, her voice deep and magnanimous. “It’s good to see you in the temple.” She held out the glasses for Flicker and Spring to take. “It aids conception. It’s my very own recipe. From the number of little ones running around, you can trust that it’s effective.” 

They took the glasses and drank. It tasted medicinal and had a hint of alcohol. Warmth flooded Spring’s body. 

“Flicker isn’t in trouble for choosing not to worship in the temple anymore, is he?” Spring asked in concern. 

Reverence laughed in surprise. “Certainly not! Quite the contrary, in fact. Fysy’s grace falls upon anyone who loves, inspires love, and brings life into the world, however they choose to do that. That’s true for the person who has multiple partners, and it’s also true for the person who only has one partner for the whole of their life. In fact, Fysy cherished life bonds like yours as dearly as she does children. Flicker hasn’t committed any offenses by choosing to devote his life to you and your family. I’m proud of him for deciding to take some responsibility.” 

“Me too,” Spring said with a smile, handing the cup back. 

Reverence turned to open the double doors and stepped aside to allow the two of them to enter, and then closed the doors after them with a whisper of, “good luck.”

The room was, as Flicker had stated, absolutely beautiful. There were tasteful frescos painted on all of the walls and ceiling and there were marble columns along either side. The space was wide and open and there was a large bed right in the middle of the room. Beyond it behind gauzy curtains was a tub built into the floor, already full of water. On one side of the room was a table with food and wine laid out, and on the other side was a table with towels, robes, lacy dressing gowns, and other… accoutrements of love making. 

Flicker pulled her close and cuddled with her, kissing her and rubbing his cheek against hers, scenting her. He’d done that dozens of times before, but it felt different this time. He pressed his nose to her furry neck and inhaled her scent deeply. 

Having barely held herself together while making it to the temple, the heat flared in Spring immediately now that they were alone. Losing sense, she pulled Flicker roughly toward the bed, where they both tumbled down onto it with him on top of her. She throbbed between her legs in desperate need, and she threw her legs around his waist, pulling his hardening cock against her. 

“I want you inside me right now,” Spring demanded. “Now. Right now.” 

Without disrobing, he opened the front of his pants and pushed her skirts away at the same time. He reached between them, guiding his cock to her entrance and pushing himself into her, slow enough to not be painful, but with enough speed to stimulate her in the way he knew she loved. She was already so wet that there was no resistance, and her body was much hotter than normal, almost scalding. She hissed at the sensation, gritting her teeth and digging her fingers into his skin. 

“Fuck me harder,” She said to him, and he obeyed, slamming his body into hers as she began to give into her heat. “Cum inside me and breed me fast. Quick.” 

In normal love-making sessions, she would be more than happy to draw out the experience, but her heat was overriding her typical behavior, forcing her into a single-minded fervor. Flicker knew that once he planted his seed inside of her body, the heat would begin to subside and her regular sexual personality would reassert itself. There would be enough opportunity to take their time during the next few days, so getting the first order of business done was necessary. 

She yowled as he sped up and pounded his cock into her, the slapping sounds filling the room, and she climbed the peak to orgasm very quickly. She could see in his snarl that he was already feeling the ecstasy building, his heavy brow furrowed, his teeth bared, and his panting in time with the pumps of his cock. She could feel the crest crash into her and her walls tighten around him, at which point he roared loudly and gushed into her body, his own tense and locked in place above her. 

It took a few minutes to catch their breath, and when they did, Flicker stood up and looked down at her sprawled on the bed.

“What can I do to serve, Mistress?” 

Spring smiled. Flicker could slip into his subspace in the blink of an eye; that was one of the more charming aspects about his sexual personality. 

“Let’s start with a bath,” She said. 

“Yes, Mistress,” He said, taking her hand and leading her toward the tub. They stripped each other and stepped into the water. 

“Wash me, honeybee,” She commanded him. 

Bowing his head briefly in acknowledgement, Flicker took up the small brush designed for cleaning fur and a cup to douse her body that was laid on a serving table next to the tub. Spring actually loved baths, she just couldn’t indulge in it often since she didn’t have a tub large enough and it was so hard to heat up that much water at once. This was a rare treat for her, and she wondered if Flicker, who knew how much she loved them, had planned it in advance. 

Using a wide bristled brush, Flicker worked the mint-scented soap into her fur, slowly brushing down her body in broad strokes and kneading her skin as he went. She purred loudly and nestled against his touch. They had a habit of grooming each other most nights, and it was one of their favorite bonding activities. She had dearly missed it while they were separated. 

After she was fully lathered, he carefully and thoroughly rinsed the fur starting from the top of her head to the soles of her feet. She thought she must look like a drowned rat with all of her fluffy fur wet and bedraggled, but he simply chuckled in fond amusement. Once she was thoroughly rinsed, she sat up on the rim of the tub and spread her legs. 

“Good boy, honeybee. Now… make me cum.” 

“Most gladly, Mistress,” He replied, kneeling before her in the tub and putting his large hands on her thighs, holding her legs open as he kissed the inside of her legs, slowly making his way to the apex between them.

She lay back against the cool tile as his large tongue flicked out and pressed it against her pearl and slit at once, applying pressure but not moving, undulating it to tease her. She moaned under her breath and squirmed. Flicker was a submissive, through and through, but he couldn’t help teasing her just a little bit when he could get away with it. 

“Now, brat!” Spring commanded. Flicker growled and thrust his tongue inside of Spring, she cried out, already incredibly sensitive. Flicker worked his tongue against her inner walls as this thumb teased her bud, circling it slowly. He sucked in her pussy lips and ran the tip of his tongue over the tingling folds, playing with them and savoring the taste of her body. 

As oversensitized as she had been, it didn’t take much time at all for her to cum again, gushing over his face. Flicker watched her body tense as she climaxed, chuckling. 

“I love the way your body moves when you cum,” He said, kissing his way up her body until he reached her mouth. “I love how you writhe and wiggle. I want to see it many times before we’re done.” 

“If you do your job right, you will,” Spring said breathlessly. “Good boy. Now wash yourself and then help me dry my fur.” 

“Yes, Mistress,” He replied, then he complied with her wishes, quickly but thoroughly washing his own body as she watched with delight, before jumping out of the bath, water cascading down his muscles. He walked over to the table with towels and plucked a few off of it, returning to her and holding out a hand to help her to her feet.  He led her to a chair and sat her on it, using both the towels and a brush to meticulously dry her fur. After he was done, she stood and directed him to sit, and she did the same for him. 

Clean, dry, and smelling like mint, the two of them made their way to the spacious bed. Flicker lifted her effortlessly and laid her in the linens, kissing her deeply. She flipped over and raised her ass into the air, moving her fluffy tail out of the way. 

“Slower this time, honeybee,” She said, wiggling her hips. “Let’s have some fun.” 

He stepped up behind her and slowly pushed himself back into her entrance, savoring the hot, wet flesh encircling his dick. He groaned at the sensation and moved at a leisurely pace, enjoying how she moved against him involuntarily, thrusting back as he thrust forward. 

He gradually sped up, drawing it out and making her squeal. Her thrusting against him became more urgent, and she reached around her body to play with her bud, bringing her back to the apex of pleasure. She came again, but he kept going, building speed slowly until he was ramming into her and she was crying out so loudly that the sounds bounced off of the walls. 

“Oh, fuck!” She exclaimed, gripping the sheets in her hands tightly. “Oh, god, Flicker, yes! Fuck! Fill me up! Give it all to me!” 

“Yes, Mistress!” He responded, feeling the next shot of his warmth escape his body and enter hers. He ignored the sudden swell of sensitivity in his cock as he kept going, not pausing as he came. He came a third time, and she was so full of his cum that it was oozing out of her with every one of his thrusts, but they didn’t stop. 

For hours, he fucked her as hard and as fast as he could, and she continuously begged for more. There were no windows in the room, so they couldn’t tell how much time had truly passed. Eventually, he collapsed beside her and she was so spent that she was stuck in the doggy-style position, unable to move. He pulled her down onto her side and snugged her into his body, her back to his front. Immediately, they both fell asleep.

When they woke, they ate, bathed, and went straight back at it. For the next three days, this cycle continued. On the fourth day, Spring’s heat had largely subsided and they made the decision to exit the temple, confident that they had done what they could to conceive. 

“Before we go, Flicker,” She said, catching him around the waist. “Will you make love to me?” 

“Isn’t that what we’ve been doing?” He asked with a chuckle.

“No,” She said. “We’ve been fucking. I want you to make love to me like I’m the most precious thing in the world. Like you love me more than the stars. Gentle and sweet. That’s what I want.” 

He smiled fondly at her. “As you wish, Mistress.” 

Laying her down softly, he spread her legs slowly and entered her. He kissed her mouth and face and neck as he thrust, and he whispered that he loved her into her fur. He caressed her face and held her body close to his as he slowly built up the tension, and when she came, she came sweetly, a tear falling from one eye.

It only took a month for her to realize she was pregnant, and when she told Flicker, he was overjoyed. He was doting and over-protective, but it made her feel special. Flicker’s litter were born that spring, two girls and a boy. Candle loved being a big brother and took to it naturally, being a big help to his parents. 

Four months after the birth, while the two of them were still in the middle of wedding plans, she took his hand and sat him down. 

“I have a gift for you,” She said. 

“Oh?” He said, smiling. “What kind of gift?” 

She handed him a wooden box and he opened it. Inside was a hand-woven strap with a marriage charm on it. Flicker gasped.

“My love! Is this a collar?” 

“Yes,” She said with a smile. “Honestly, I’ve wanted to collar you for a long time, but I couldn’t when you were still worshipping. You can’t be mine completely if you’re someone else’s part time. So you like it?”

“I love this!” He said, holding her. “I’ve wanted a true owner for such a long time! I’m so glad it’s you! I love you so much.” 

“I love you too, Flicker,” She said, kissing him and putting the collar around his neck. It fit perfectly. “Thank you for being mine.” 

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#exophilia #interspecies romance #tabaxi #lemon

[somin-yin]

This is not just smex, this is love-making ❤️

An union of souls, you name it ❤️

HHHHHHHHH Amala is so lucky to be able to see that face full of pleasure ❤️

HHHHHHHHH ❤️ this scene was so beautiful, dreamy, elevated, heavenly, I found myself dropping tears a bit because it made me so emotional (and this is not the whole scene). I'm definitely a sucker for spiritual tantric seggs and soulmates or twin flames coming together ❤️ and also the CG is so beautiful:

#ratan vaish #kali call of darkness #romance club #hhhhh #kali: call of darkness

[mahayanapilgrim]

Simhamukha, or "lion-faced" dakini, is a powerful goddess in Vajrayana Buddhism, known for her wrathful energy. She's part of a tradition that values the transformation of negative emotions into enlightened awareness. With her lion's face and female body, she represents the conversion of anger into wisdom and the clearing away of negative influences. Simhamukha is seen as a fully enlightened Buddha, embodying ultimate spiritual realization.

She is often depicted with a white lion's face and a dark blue body, colors that symbolize the transformation of ignorance and anger into profound wisdom. Her iconography includes a dancing pose, holding a curved knife and a skull cup (kapala), which represent the cutting through of confusion and the consumption of harmful forces. She is surrounded by flames, indicating the burning away of obstacles to enlightenment.

In some artistic representations, Simhamukha is accompanied by other figures, including wrathful beings with tiger and bear faces, or four lion-faced dakinis representing different aspects of Buddha's teachings.

These figures are linked to healing, wealth, magnetization of positive energies, and destruction of negativity, standing on a symbol that emphasizes the sacred feminine and esoteric Tantric practices.

Overall, Simhamukha's imagery and symbolism highlight the power of transformation and the importance of overcoming negative states through wisdom and awareness in the journey towards enlightenment.

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[stocky2016]

"Verbal Foreplay pt 1 of a 2 part collaboration.

Whispered words, permeate and fuel the air,

With the heavenliest of tones they were relieved just to hear,

They re-merged from the constraints of suspicion

paving a new way to further collaboration.

My tongue-tied verse spontaneously came alive,

the flow of words now inside me now thrives...

They portray decadent shapes and vibrant energy,

as they connect souls through cuddling in true tranquility.

Creating poetry whilst making love so sensually sweet,

a timeless embrace of joy but so penetratingly deep,

Capturing and sharing emotions we both have to feel,

a union of two captains, sharing the same keel.

Playful in lasting pleasure, and so full of fun,

they danced around naked in the Summer sun,

Giggles and laughter, a shared and reckless delight,

lasting and sustained through that special night.

Verbal foreplay seductively contributed with tongues of flame,

fragrant like incense, messaging their humble claim.

Red roses blossom, erotically tickled by feathers,

and with sweet words wrapping around us, like tropical weather.

The sweetest of temptations, was her request for my name,

Its power intoxicating I was later to claim,

Emotional bliss now lay upon my swollen lips,

It was a union of emotion now locked in a passionate kiss.

Illegible innuendo, no one will ever really know the truth,

the secrets held between them such sensitive stuff.

The chemistry between them now so inexplicable

forever distilled in a rare but heady figurative cocktail.

Playing a rather different game now from what had gone before,

spades, diamonds, hearts and clubs all gracefully soar.

Weaving their erotic tapestry of the exquisite and carefree

dreams, love, hope and desire unveiled, all were set free

Lover's linguistics, so intricate, touching and deep,

their meanings encoded , a special language of its own, quite unique,

The love that they now feel inside, lies deep within their souls

a new chance of eternity, becomes their hoped for goal..

The potency of renewed passion took them to pastures new

a pleasurable enough epiphany slowing them to bask in the view.

waves of delight are now breaking across their beach

a novel adventure , but with no more opportunities, to miss.

G.P.S. 13th December 2023

Verbal Foreplay Pt 2 of collaboration.

In the twists and turns of our ongoing dialogue,

She offered me an unequivocal but enticing challenge.

"Play with me, as you play with words," she said,

our embrace became almost surreally led.

She gently spread her thighs, and offered a caress

being the true poet I now appreciated her willingness

I took advantage but appreciated her offer of intimacy,

Engaging first in silence as words no longer seemed necessary.

Each poem composed was more exciting and innovative

with words expressed on pages inviting curiosity

The Moon was the only real witness to these events

that were now deemed as genuine and without any pretence.

Consonants and vowels combined in an extravagant fusion,

capturing the special magic of their "still-to-be-explored" emotion.

Each word produced had an unexpected orgasmic thrill,

leaving them both quivering and but mentally satiated still.

Like delicate porcelain I caressed her apparent innocence

enchanted by the feel of her pale voluptuousness.

Words intertwined in the poetry of a celestial dance,

increasing the pleasure taken in this last second chance.

We were once again able to create a world of unique poetry,

Where words and figurative explore love's complexity.

At first the desire-filled embrace was cautiously tantric

later an increase in confidence enabled a step-change tonic.

As we played with caressing concepts of physicality

our two bodies moved as one in erotic simplicity...

The union of sighs and whispers, our poetic refrain

poetry re-born and nutured despite the passing of summer rain.

Their plan was to continue making love but in poetic complicity

where words describe intensity but without eccentricity.

The special love needed would express itself in poetry

which would confirm the relationship's future sincerity.

© Myriam Ghezaïl Ben Brahim ❤️🥀

13 December 2023

(Graphics courtesy of Google Images)

[hinducosmos]

Flaming Trident 18th century. Artist unknown, Iron, silver, gilded copper.

VMFA wrote : Impressive skullpture.💀 Crafted from several different metals, this striking ritual implement takes the form of a skull-headed scepter from which rises a trident embellished with gilded flames. The base of the object’s handle resembles the vajra (diamond or thunderbolt), Tibetan Buddhism’s most characteristic ritual symbol.

Its upper, lotus-shaped end supports the large, grinning skull, which has an object inside that rattles when the scepter is handled. The trident, more typically associated with the Hindu god Shiva, is a symbol that probably made its way into Tibetan Buddhism via tantric practices.

While the specific function of this object is not known, there is little doubt that it was made for use in one or more of Tibetan Buddhism’s dramatic rituals, many of which employ horrific and macabre imagery.⠀

(via Instagram: VMFA Virginia Museum of Fine Arts)

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[cherry-vennom]

IN THE CENTER OF CONCENTRIC SPHERES, an emanation of Vajrayogini called Sukhasiddhi, the "attainment of bliss," balances on a flaming lotus. Initiatress into the unfolding mysteries of birth and death, into all that remains unknown, Sukhasiddhi expresses the Tantric spirit of the Divine Feminine, which guides spiritual aspirants to realms of selfless freedom. Tantric Buddhism, the "Diamond Vehicle" (Vajrayana), does not suppress the powerful forces of human existence, but celebrates them in ecstatic imagery that cuts to the core of experience. Brandishing a flaying knife and garlanded in skulls-taking as ornaments what is normally rejected-Sukhasiddhi cuts through hope and fear, attachment and aversion, to unite with all existence. Her chopper (kartrika) severs the roots of illusion, while her upraised skull cup is an offering of the nectar of emptiness, the interdependent miragelike nature of all life. As the Second Dalai Lama wrote in The Transmission of the Wisdom Dakini, "Above your head visualize a white or red Vajrayogini... Summon and absorb the Wisdom Beings, invoking and receiving their empowerments... Recite the secret mantra. ... One's mind in the form of a white syllable AH - shoots up the central channel [paralleling the spine]. It enters Vajrayogini through the passage of her sexual organ... and dissolves into her heart. Meditate that the mind becomes one with the Wisdom of Bliss and Emptiness [embodied by] Vajrayogini.* Female archetypes of enlightened awareness are central to the Tantric form of Buddhism, which envisions the boundless, unconditioned wisdom mind as “feminine" and the compassionate activation of this underlying reality as "male." The insoluble union of these complementary energies is illustrated at the top of this painting in the form of Buddha Samantabhadra, the "all-beneficent." This joyful Buddha symbolizes the eros of enlightened mind— the total integration of the poles of feeling and thought, spirit and matter, form and emptiness, bliss and all-penetrating awareness. Framing this icon of ecstatic union are wrathful dakinis, *sky dancers," who manifest enlightened activity free from conventional perceptions, attitudes, and beliefs. Drinking from skull cups the nectar of pure perception, they imagine without boundaries, emanating from the primordial darkness of infinite possibility in aureoles of flames. The mandala itself is the primal matrix— the womb door from which all life and experience come forth. According to the Guhyagarbha Tantra, "To understand what is born you must first penetrate what is beyond both birth and death." Before entering into the light, you must encompass the darkness. The womb door is the gate of all mysteries, a portal between embryo and emanation, and an invitation Into the mind of infinite freedom. — "Dakini Mandala: Gateway to Celestial Bliss" by Romio Shrestha, with text by lan A. Baker

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[oldearthminerals]

Tantric Twin Starbrary Quartz Crystal from Minas Gerais, Brazil, Twin Flame Quartz $38 plus shipping.

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[lamathanka]

Dakani Mandala

In the center of the concentric spheres, emanation of vajrayogini called Sukhasiddhi, “the attainment of bliss” balances on the flaming lotus. Sukhasiddhi expresses the Tantric spirit of Divine Feminine, which guides spiritual aspirants to realms of selfless freedom. Sukhasiddhi cuts through hope and fear, attachment and aversion to unite all the existence. Her chopper serves the roots of illusion, while her upraised skull cup is an offering of nectar of emptiness, the independent mirage like nature of all life.

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[shadygrovearchive]

A Basic Ritual For One Practitioner

Right, full blown ceremony here.  Before the ritual, casting the circle, calling the quarters, invoking the gods, all of it.  This is the basic framework for any ritual magick.  It’s different when practicing with others, but this is for when you’re alone. The purpose of this is to create a place out of time and space that is protected and contained in which to gather and shape the magick before it is released when the circle is broken.

Couple of quick notes: 1)  I don’t know your set up.  If you have the space to place your workspace/altar in the center of your circle with candles at the quarters and room to walk around the circle, do so.  I’m going to write this like you can.  If not, like you’re in a small bedroom with your altar against a wall, that’s fine, too.  Just stand at your altar and turn (slowly, don’t get dizzy) in a circle, projecting the circle from you. 2)  I’m going to name the tools to use for certain steps.  If you don’t have them, don’t worry.  Your dominant/power hand works just as well.  An open hand in a sweeping motion replaces the broom, and a pointed index and middle finger replaces the wand/athame.  Imagining a lit candle marking your quarters works just fine, and envisioning smoke or power rising from your cupped hand replaces incense. 3)  A wand and an athame (magickal dagger) serve basically the same purpose: focusing and projecting energy.  Some would say that a wand is gentler while an athame is a bit more sharp (pun always intended) in their working, but it honestly just comes down to personal preference.  Also, a staff and a sword are just overgrown wands and athames.  You can use them instead if you wish, though size and space are a concern.  I have them (you’ve seen them on my wall), but they mostly only get used when I’m practicing outdoors, or as knickknacks to impress potential suitors.  What?  Don’t judge me. 4)  Cats are innately magical and exist between worlds.  It’s why witches generally have cats as familiars.  Having a cat cross your circle will not break it, because they exist on both sides already. 5) The words “in quotes and in italics” are something you’re meant to say during the ritual. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ BEFORE THE RITUAL

Prepare your area: Tidy away everything you aren’t going to need or might trip over and gather all your necessary items (tools, candles, incense, spell components, etc.) and place them on your altar/workspace.  Double check.  It’s best if you don’t have to break your circle because you forgot your lighter.

Prepare your body: Hydrate and have a snack.  Can’t cast spells on an empty stomach or call down eldritch powers with a dry throat. Use the restroom.  Don’t want to be distracted or have to stop in the middle. Take a shower.  Running water washes away magickal residue.  Envision all your negativity swirling down the drain.  As a bonus, you can use an appropriately themed/enchanted soap. Dress comfortably and sensibly.  I know, I know.  “But the aesthetic!”  Corsets steal your breath, heels can trip you, and bell sleeves knock things over or catch candle flames (”Thou shalt not burn a witch.”).  You can even color coordinate with the goal of your ritual, though black is always appropriate, obviously. Note on skyclad rituals: Practicing skyclad (in the nude) is perfectly fine if you’re comfortable with it.  Some rituals (e.g., the Great Rite) or types of magick (e.g., Tantric) sort of require it by their nature (they involve sex).  I don’t personally practice this way or perform those types of rituals.  They require a second person, firstly, and I have enough self-loathing/dysphoria that I prefer to be covered in general.  But, in this and all things, I say wear (or not, in this case) what you dig. Prepare your mind: Relax.  Focus.  Meditate (if you can).  While strong emotion is a source of power, it is best to approach a ritual with a calm and focused mind and heart.  A chaotic spirit leads to chaotic magick, and the purpose of a ritual is to impose control on, or at least make sense of, a chaotic world. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Okay.  Deep breath.  Here we go. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Making Your Circle Take up your broom.  Starting at the North and moving/turning clockwise/to your right, sweep the air from the center of the circle out to the boundary.    “Within this circle, in this hour, Negativity is banished by my power.” Envision all the chaotic and negative energy being swept out of the space.  Keep going until you’re back to your start in the North.  Set aside your broom. Take your wand/athame.  Starting at the North and moving clockwise, point to the edge of your circle. “Here do I scribe this circle’s end. It will not break.  It will not bend.” Envision a glowing line forming on the ground marking the edge of your circle, separating and protecting you from the rest of the world. Keep going until you’re back to your start in the North.  Set aside your wand/athame. Take your incense.  Starting at the North and moving clockwise, waft the smoke around your circle. “Nothing but love may enter in. Nothing but love may leave again.” Envision the smoke transforming into an iridescent mist that forms a bubble around you, even overhead. Keep going until you’re back to the start in the North.  Set aside your incense. “This circle is sealed.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Calling The Quarters and The God/dess Take your pentacle/symbol of Earth and face North.  Light your Northern candle (if you’re using one).  Present your pentacle (or just outstretched arms in a gesture of welcome) to the North. “Hail to the Guardians of the Watchtower of the North. Capricorn.  Taurus.  Virgo.  Elementals of Earth. I, <Magickal Name>, call upon your power. Lend me strength and wisdom in this hour.” Envision a chain of green light extending from your candle/Northern point of your circle out to a massive tower on a rocky outcropping covered in moss, filled with the power of Earth, from the steady resilience of stone to the riotous growth of plants.  See it flow from the tower and turn that part of your circle green. Place your symbol of Earth on the Northern part of your altar. Take your athame/symbol of Air and face East.  Light your Eastern candle.  Present your athame to the East. “Hail to the Guardians of the Watchtower of the East. Libra.  Aquarius.  Gemini.  Elementals of Air. I, <Magickal Name>, call upon your power. Lend me strength and wisdom in this hour.” Envision a chain of yellow light extending from your Eastern candle to a massive tower on a windswept hill filled with the power of Air, from the gentle caress of a light breeze to the swirling vortex of a tornado.  See it flow from the tower and turn that part of your circle yellow. Place your symbol of Air on the Eastern part of your altar. Take your wand/symbol of Fire and face South.  Light your Southern candle.  Present your wand to the South. “Hail to the Guardians of the Watchtower of the South. Aries.  Leo.  Sagittarius.  Elementals of Fire. I, <Magickal Name>, call upon your power. Lend me strength and wisdom in this hour.” Envision a chain of red light extending from your Southern candle to a massive tower on the edge of a volcano surrounded by lava flows filled with the power of Fire, from the soothing warmth of a fireplace to the rage of the inferno.  See it from from the tower and turn that part of your circle red. Place your symbol of Fire on the Southern part of your altar. Take your chalice/symbol of Water and face West.  Light your Western candle.  Present your chalice to the West. “Hail to the Guardians of the Watchtower of the West. Cancer.  Scorpio.  Pisces.  Elementals of Water. I, <Magickal Name>, call upon your power. Lend me strength and wisdom in this hour.” Envision a chain of blue light extending from your Western candle to a massive tower jutting out of the sea filled with the power of Water, from the refreshing rain to the crushing flood.  See it flow from the tower and turn that part of your circle blue. Place your symbol of Water on the Western part of your altar. Face your altar and light your God and Goddess candles.  With your arms at your side, palms facing upward, address the space around your altar. “Hail to the God and Goddess.  The Lord and Lady. Father, Son, and Sage.  Maiden, Mother, and Crone. I, <Magickal Name>, call upon your power. Lend me strength and wisdom in this hour.” Envision them standing over your circle keeping watch.  Feel their energies fill the space within your circle.  You are in a bubble of power, floating in the void, tethered by the Watchtowers, and watched by the deities.  Feel the energy all around and within you building and building.  Once you are ready, it’s time to give that power a purpose. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Now is when you perform the specific spells or rituals you actually set out to do, channeling all that energy into the form you want to give it through the spell work.  Once the spell is completed, it is time to release the energy into the world to do what you’ve intended it to do.  Time to send everything back out in reverse order. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Dismissing the God/dess and the Quarters, and Opening the Circle. Face your altar with your arms at your side, palms facing upward. “My gratitude to the Lord and Lady.  Stay if you will.  Go if you must. Leave this place with perfect love and perfect trust.” Extinguish your God and Goddess candles.  Envision them fading back to the spirit world. Face the West with your arms at your side, palms facing upward. “My gratitude to the Water of the West.  Stay if you will.  Go if you must. Leave this place with perfect love and perfect trust.” Extinguish your Western candle.  Envision the Tower fading from view, the chain released, as that part of your circle shifts from blue back to iridescent.

Face the South with your arms at your side, palms facing upward. “My gratitude to the Fire of the South.  Stay if you will.  Go if you must. Leave this place with perfect love and perfect trust.” Extinguish your Southern candle.  Envision the Tower fading from view, the chain released, as that part of your circle shifts from red back to iridescent.

Face the East with your arms at your side, palms facing upward. “My gratitude to the Air of the East.  Stay if you will.  Go if you must. Leave this place with perfect love and perfect trust.” Extinguish your Eastern candle.  Envision the Tower fading from view, the chain released, as that part of your circle shifts from yellow back to iridescent.

Face the North with your arms at your side, palms facing upward. “My gratitude to the Earth of the North.  Stay if you will.  Go if you must. Leave this place with perfect love and perfect trust.” Extinguish your Northern candle.  Envision the Tower fading from view, the chain released, as that part of your circle shifts from green back to iridescent. Starting in the North, take your your non-dominant hand and outstretch it to your circle on the ground.  Moving counterclockwise/to your left, draw the glowing circle on the ground back into yourself, stopping when your again reach the North. “This circle is open but is never broken.  Its form here was but a token. I send the power of my spell out with thee.  As I will, so mote it be.” Envision the iridescent bubble bursting and feel the power of your magick rush out into the world to do what you want it to do. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ And, that’s it.  Congratulations.  You did a thing.  Nothing left but the cleanup.  

[oraclekleo]

Kleo + Park Jin Young (GOT7) Libido Reading

Hello and welcome!

I’m Kleo and I’m here to present some k-pop related tarot readings to you.

C'mon! I was curious! I had to do this!

Disclaimer:

I would like to state that all these readings have a purely entertainment nature and their purpose is to bring some fun into my and hopefully yours lives. I have never ever met any of the idols / actors / celebrities in my readings, I don’t know them personally. Tarot reading isn’t an exact science and I can never guarantee any of it. Most of it is my intuition mixed with fantasy. Don’t take these readings seriously and don’t base any important decisions on tarot readings only, use your common sense.

If you wish to request a tarot reading, please read the pinned post on my profile first to see the instructions on how to request. I only do readings for idols / actors / celebrities of 18 years of age or older. Requests for readings including younger people will be automatically dismissed. If you feel uncomfortable with these tarot readings, do not engage in reading my posts. Thank you for understanding.

Reading Info:

Rating: 18+

Reading Type: Single - Couple

Requested: Yes - No

Deck: E. A. Poe

Spread: Libido

Questions:

My position

Their position

My libido

Their libido

Chemistry

Kink

Full Name: Park Jin Young

Stage Name: Jinyoung

Group: GOT7

Park Jin Young

Kleo + Jinyoung (GOT7)

Deck: E. A. Poe

Spread: Libido

My position - III The Empress

I’m a sensible and nurturing dom in this relationship. I keep our home neat and organised, I cook and make sure everyone is healthy and happy. I’m creative and resourceful, I think outside the box and take pleasure in creating new things out of nothing. I like to pamper Jinyoung and crack his hard crust, making him all soft and dropping on his knees in front of me because soon he simply can’t live without my touch.

Their position - V The Hierophant

Jinyoung is the authoritative dom and he genuinely believes he runs the show, that he’s the head of the family and that he holds the reins of the relationship in his hands. He’s likely trying to boss me around and come up with whole lists of rules I should follow. Little he knows I’m creative enough to find all the loops. His rules get bent and eventually he’s the only one following them rigorously which makes him so vulnerable and predictable for me.

My libido - Knight of Pentacles

I'll likely stay cool for a long time, resisting his charms and carefully timing when to pretend to surrender in order to make the biggest impact. I go by meticulously crafted schedules in my head and I dose my attention and affection precisely to drive Jinyoung crazy, till he’s so horny he has no other option but to beg.

Their libido - 6 of Wands

Poor Jinyoung! Such an open book he is. He can’t hide how horny he is, his face tells everything. His dirty thoughts and fantasies are like an open book to me. His sex drive is strong and while he can control it to certain level, there are times when the tension makes him burst into flames and he can’t function before he reaches the release. He’s an avid and keen lover, he’s in the game to win and will do his utmost to give his lover the best ‘O’s in their life. Lucky me…

Chemistry - Ace of Cups

Despite the fact that we actually constantly try to manipulate each other and get an upper hand, the relationship as a whole works. As surprising as it can be, we just match each other, keep the spark alive through mind games and psychological wars. It’s all fun and games and in the bedroom we both like to take our time to do the other one properly and completely.

Kink - II The High Priestess

It’s likely we will both share a sweet spot for tantric sex. Something that requires self-discipline and can drag for hours and hours.

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