Epilogue: Freke and Geri, the Soulbounds' Primal Selves
It was a lazy day in the cabin. Snow covered the land outside and a warm fire was in the hearth. Peridur was full of a restless energy as he lay at one end of the couch, opposite Eleanor. They had not bothered to dress that day, but lay naked under a covering of soft curly sheep's skin.
He looked across at his soul mate, who was deeply engrossed in her book. She had been that way for a couple of hours now. A look of mischief crossed his face leaving a grin and twinkle in his eye.
Turning, he dove under the covering and started to work himself up Eleanor's body, being sure to maximise contact between his muscular features and her ample curves. His face emerged next to hers, which was still engrossed in her book. He would have to escalate.
He started with a tickle. She frowned into her book. He tickled more insistently. "What are you doing? I'm reading," she said, clearly exasperated by his attention.
"Play with me," Peridur smiled at her.
She tried to throw him off her with a vigorous wiggle, but the contact between their bodies only served to encourage Peridur further. Dropping the book, Eleanor began to push at him with arms and then legs. Peridur dropped the tickling to maintain his position atop her, but with little success.
With a thud they fell to the floor in a tangle, Eleanor on top. It had become a full fledged wrestling match, Eleanor using her superior position to pin Peridur while he used his strength to try and escape. Amongst her stern looks Peridur glimpsed from time to time a sly smile on her face. Their bodies made contact in many delicious ways, her breasts bouncing against his chest, and Peridur was starting to respond to her sitting over his growing cock.
Making a strong push, Peridur finally escaped her hold. They were both down on all 4's on the sheep skins, staring at each other. Peridur began to circle Eleanor slowly.