"An Age Old Tale"
First installment is here.
Krell swore an oath to himself. He would not give into her deceit nor indulge his own desires. It had been three shade cycles since he saw her last. He worried why she had stayed away. Had he been dumped?! The thought stung. Just then he saw her. Her scales glistened and her eyes, polished Khoal bore into him. She moved languidly as if world was hers for the taking. Reflexively his tail began to stiffen but he held his resolve.
"Trekia we must talk."
"Can't we talk afterwards?"
"There's not going to be an afterwards . We need to talk."
Krell climbed down from his post. He told her to recline. The dull ash on his scales and worried expression on his face told her something was wrong. She lowered herself and curled her tail around full rear.
He sighed and then he began.
Each week at 3WW, Thom assigns three words. This week we're to use deceit, indulge and oath. I won't leave folks hanging with this story. I'll tie it up in 3 no more than 4 installments. To read more submissions, go here.