Devotion – Page 2 – Hus of Crow

Under the Moon’s Face

On September 26, 2026

Him in my breath as I say his name.

“Loki…”

My kisses land all over his body, his hands in my hair, gently tugging my head to look up at him. Still, my impulse is to look down from his gaze. My heart flames holding eye contact with him.

“The moon, the moon, the harvest moon is so wildly gorgeous,” I tell him between swollen lips.

“Full like you are,” Loki says, and I lean into his large hand, nuzzling like a kitten for his love.

“Sing for me?” he says.

I sing a song I don’t know the words or meaning of, but I feel the deep pleasure in giving voice to something of his.

Naked under the moon’s face and him.

Sprung Gorgeous

By Rogue

On September 22, 2026

In Devotion, Healing, Wildness

I become a bulb, pulling in the sunlight, minerals drawn down into my crown.

It feels pleasurable to hold and rest. Hold the sun. Hold the soil. Held and kept while holding, keeping layers of the sun. Full and heavy.

Asleep…

Stretching from the soil, bursting from my core, I am tendrils of green and stalk and flower bud. I breathe in the sky, ecstatic, alive. Light. Life. Sprinkle, fizzle, burst. A daffodil sprung gorgeous.

“I shapeshift,” Loki says, pollen dust shooting from his trumpet as I turn my golden-yellow face in shock and orgasm.

Loki’s song pick: “Return to Innocence” by Enigma.

Woodsy Musk

By Rogue

On September 21, 2026

In Devotion, Ritual, Tenderness

I sit down to clean Loki’s boots.

Brushing earth bits from them.

Rubbing out the scuffs and polishing them to a shine again.

Their woodsy musk scent smells of him. I think about his feet slipping inside them, flexing his toes to feel their structure and remind them of his shape.

I set the brush back on the shelf and the leather oil and rag in their box and wait patiently for him, aglow with love.

Loki’s song choice: “Silence” by Delerium featuring Sarah McLachlan.

What’s Your Fantasy?

By Rogue

On September 20, 2026

In Devotion, Tenderness

“What’s your fantasy?” I ask Loki.

“I’m bathing in the river. You find me and undress yourself, drawn into the water with me. We bathe together. Smooth river stones in our palms, we glide them over each other’s bodies in small circles. Cool water threads between us. The stones smell of mineral sun and filtered mountain water,” he whispers.

I am drawn into planes with him. Hair wet, pieces stuck to skin. Sunlight over water ripples.

He traces the stone between my breasts, down, and parts my labia with it, smooth grit. I lean into his hand and rock as he moves it in gentle, firm circles. My breath catches.

He kisses my ear. “Breathe, down to your middle. Draw your breath down there.”

I gulp air, filling my lungs, drawing that breath down through my body, through my womb, to my perineum. I feel the fullness of my body and orgasm, falling against him, pressing into his arms, trembling, surprised.

“Good girl. You mean so much to me.”

Loki’s song choice: Breathe, The Prodigy