I received an interesting question on one of the Forums that I appear on now and again. The question was… What is a Huggle?
And from that question… came this…
“What is a huggle?”
The bemusement in her voice was quite palatable. Along with the bemusement came a light trace of a finger over the teacup she held, a tilt of her head to the right, and the smile that always came with her bemusement.
Her long deeply raven hair swayed about her, spilling over her shoulders and down to the mid-point of her back. Her eyes. Green. So very deeply green that you could lose yourself in them if you were unaware, or for that matter, if she put her mind to things, making that so. Lovely perfectly shaped lips of red. Perfectly manicured fingernails of the same color.
That was part of who she was.
“I would think that depends very much upon you.”
Setting the cup on its saucer, she laced her fingers together and rested her chin upon them as she considered the one on the other side of the table that asked the question. Her smile was kind, familiar, an echo of someone that they knew and knew well.
“A huggle can be, sometimes, just a hug and a snuggle. A bit of tenderness and something more. A moment where being a friend means being there for your friends. To hold them in your thoughts every day and then, when you see them again, draw them into your arms, hold them closely and tell them, in the midst of that huggle, that you missed them and you are so very happy to see them again…”
She tilted her head to the right, smiling, something that those that knew her, knew Tera, remembered well before all else.
“Other times, a huggle can be… a bit more. The drawing of ones that love each other together, the catch of a breath, a soft moan as fingers caress skin… exploring. The meeting of two souls that know, fully and completely, that they are in the arms of the one they love. To shiver at the passing of a fingertip against the nape of their neck. A gasp of surprise as the one they hold in their arms is touched on that one spot… That one secret place that makes them melt in the arms of the one that huggles them.”
She tilted her head to the left, the smile still there, but a bit of a glint of light reflected off of her red horns and tail which also revealed who she also was. She was Tera, Queen of the Succubi to some as well.
“A huggle can be more still… The embrace of one’s Mistress, the entwining of fingers that hold you.. mind… body… and soul. The whimper of need as their touch caresses against one’s collar… remembering that they are owned by the one that holds them… forever. The purr that comes to their ears, making them shiver deep within themselves. Remembering the moment they were made Pet. Made to be loved in a way that few can understand, but knowing that love exists in that embrace… forever.”
She tapped her fingertips on her lush red lips from which words of desires came. Where a smile was enough, but again, perhaps never really was. Her eyes within which were fantasies and dreams unending.
“Perhaps a huggle is something more even still… The moment when one’s soul is bare to another without fear, without concern. To be held in another’s arms and know, completely, that their love for you is without question. That they accept you for who you are, no matter what else may be. To know, completely, that you mean more to them than simple words can possibly express…”
Tera picked up her tea once more, the smile still there after all of the maybes, could be’s and just might be’s. She watched them think about which huggle was the right one for them…
Perhaps it was a question that could only be answered by themselves and not by asking the Queen of the Succubi what a huggle was. She looked over the rim of her cup, one slender eyebrow raised slightly, her bemusement still plain to see…
For in her mind, a huggle was all of those things and so much more… for those that understood and believed…