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not leave the cave. I stayed all day by your silken wall, humming Motherlike,
Brum-a-loo, Mooly-mooly, Lilliloo, Love Leely. Strong Moggadeet!
"We'll wait, fireling. We will not yield to the Plan! Aren't we happier than
all others, here with our love in our warm cave?"
"Oh, yes, Moggadeet."
"I'm Myself now. I am strong. I'll make my own Plan. I will not look at you
until . . . until the warm, until the Sun comes back."
"Yes, Moggadeet . . . Moggadeet? My limbs are cramped."
"Oh, my precious, wait-see, I am opening the silk very carefully, I will not
look-I won't-"
"Moggadeet, don't you love me?"
"Leelyloo! Oh, my glorious one! I fear, I fear-"
"Look, Moggadeet! See how big I am, how strong!"
"Oh, redling, my hands-my hands-what are they doing to you?"
For with my special hands I was pressing, pressing the hot juices from my
throat-sacs and tenderly, tenderly parting your sweet Mother-fur and placing
my gift within your secret places. And as I did this our eyes entwined and our
limbs made a wreath.
"My darling, do I hurt you?"
"Oh, no, Moggadeet! Oh, no!"
Oh, my adored one, those last days of our love!
Outside the world grew colder yet, and the fatclimbers ceased to eat and the
banlings lay still and began to stink. But still we held the warmth deep in
our cave and still I fed my beloved on the last of our food. And every night
our new ritual of love became more free, richer, though I compelled myself to
hide all but a portion of your sweet body. But each dawn it grew hard and
harder for me to replace the silken bonds around your limbs.
"Moggadeet! Why do you not bind me! I am afraid!"
"A moment, Lilli, a moment. I must caress you just once more."
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"I'm afraid, Moggadeet! Cease now and bind me!"
"But why, my lovekin? Why must I hide you? Is this not some foolish part of
the Plan?"
"I don't know, I feel so strange. Moggadeet, I-I'm changing."
"You grow more glorious every moment, my Lilli, my own. Let me look at you! It
is wrong to bind you away!"
"No, Moggadeet! No!"
But I would not listen, would I? Oh foolish Moggadeet-who
thought-to-be-your-Mother. Great is the Plan!
I did not listen, I did not bind you up. No! I ripped them away, the strong
silk strands. Mad with love I slashed them all at once, rushing from each limb
to the next until all your glorious body lay exposed. At last-I saw you whole!
Oh, Lilliloo, greatest of Mothers.
It was not I who was your Mother. You were mine
Shining and bossed you lay, your armor newly grown, your mighty hunting limbs
thicker than my head! What I had created. You! A Super mother, a Mother such
as none have ever seen!
Stupefied with delight, I gazed.
And your huge hunting limb came out and seized me.
Great is the Plan. I felt only joy as your jaws took me.
As I feel it now.
And so we end, my Lilliloo, my redling, for your babies are swelling through
your Mother-fur and your Moggadeet can speak no longer. I am nearly devoured.
The cold grows, it grows, and your Mother-eyes are growing, glowing. Soon you
will be alone with our children and the warm will come again.
Will you remember, my heartmate? Will you remember and tell them?
Tell them of the cold, Leelyloo. Tell them of our love.
Tell them . . . the winters grow.
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