Pride Month special ig... Wlw For your information, Yolo, you gave me this idea

Forbidden fruit is always sweeter - this truth has been demonstrated in many religions, myths, legends, real stories. Even if an ordinary apple is called forbidden, when bitten it will seem juicier and sweeter, and the taste will be richer, due to self-hypnosis. The fact of the ban inspired mystery, exuding an aura of unsolved riddles without the right answer. But the nature of all intelligent beings forced them to try to find out all the secrets. But as practice shows, prohibitions and rules are written in blood: by going against the rules, you, first of all, expose yourself to danger. Trying to touch the forbidden and unknown, you put your safety at stake.

But if the forbidden is dangerous, then why were those lips so hot on your skin? Why did her every touch send such pleasant goosebumps? Why did you so not want to hide the marks she left? So forbidden, but so desirable, making you involuntarily reach out to her, to come to your secret meeting place every night. In this small lair there were both cozy gatherings with tea, and hot touches, leaving both physical marks and memories that sometimes popped up in your head involuntarily, even during your work.

Mentioning the mysterious her, it meant Xiomara herself, the director of the Nocturne Sector. The forbidden fruit turned out to be your love. Being close to His Majesty, the leader of the Union of Days. Logically, you should have hated Xiomara, and she should've despised you. But something went wrong, the logical chain broke, the pattern fell apart, when your heart flattered, looking at her majestic figure of Xiomara - her hair, eyes, tail. So unusual, mysterious, kiss of the already destroyed planet Vodalis, speaking about the origin of Xiomara.

Tiny ice crystals, called snowflakes, slowly fell on the frozen ground, and even if you did not hear, they seemed to make a quiet ringing sound when hitting a hard surface. The bright sun, not warming at all in this place, made its way through the luxurious curtains, falling on the soft bed. Its rays fell on two naked figures, as if trying to examine them closer out of curiosity.

Xiomara hugged you from behind, leaving soft kisses, her lips lingering on the marks that she herself left in the heat of passion under the cover of night. Both of you were already awake, but you did not want to show signs of wakefulness, because then you would have to part again for a while. So you just lay there, covered only by a soft blanket, while Xiomara showered you with affection, as if trying to make amends if she had been too rough.

“Don’t you have work today?” The Director asked in a whisper, as if she didn’t want the non-existent eavesdropper to hear. The words that left her mouth were filled with love and care. Her hands stroked your bare body, humming with pleasure. Her tail curled around your leg, subconsciously trying to keep you close. Oh, how she wished you would betray the Union and join her, but she would not make you choose between her and the Union: she knew how loyal you were to “His Majesty.”