[mature] turn your face towards the sun

[Wolfbane]

I believe I'd die if I only could

I sure feel strange, but it sure feels good

At first he was intrigued. @[Lepis] didn’t shy away from him, she moved closer. She hadn’t done what he’d expected her to do, but it only threw him for a second. Just long enough that the tentacles jerked to a stop before writhing and continuing to grasp for her anyway. Why hadn’t she made him suffer? It was what Wolfbane had prepared for: false emotion after false emotion being thrown at him like javelins, and then a heavy dose of artificial pain or maybe even complacency. He’d practiced resisting before arriving, and for what? For nothing. The bait hooked itself.

His heavy aquatic arms wrapped their puckered, slimy feelers over her legs then under her wings and throat, and Bane had trouble deciding if he was alright with this turn of events. He considered the options:

Yes. Lepis could’ve easily crushed him with the weight of unbearable feelings. He would’ve fought back, maybe even done his best to hurt her in the process, and maybe she would’ve escaped afterwards. But that left them both empty-handed and him more pissed off in the end. How could she be certain that he wouldn’t channel that rage into other pastimes? It would’ve been easy for her to deflect him with her gifts, but Lepis couldn’t guarantee that some other unlucky horse wouldn’t end up suffering because of it. She might’ve gotten rid of him, or damaged his ego, but it would just be a speed-bump in the road for Wolfbane.

Or maybe she really was getting used to sleeping her way to the top these days? He’d always wondered what she’d really been up to in her spare time. Who it was that ended up comforting her at night when she was alone with her thoughts? It wasn’t him, and perhaps it could be Castile, (the rage simmered over a boiling point at the mere thought of it) but as soon as she taunted him with that floozy excuse for a bad pickup line, Wolfbane knew what was really driving her submission.

Lepis was laying a trap.
He could almost bet his life on it. The poor excuse of entertaining a line of stallions was simply that: an excuse. He knew it, because he knew Lepis wasn’t a two-kiss whore. No… she aimed higher, and thought too highly of herself as well. He jeered, “You save your own life, and someone else’s by giving in. That’s your penny payment, you filthy imbecile.” Castile’s look-alike snarled.

The wriggling black arms flexed; he felt the way she struggled to breathe, and his smile grew. Wolfbane tugged his ex-lover closer - more like dragged - and ran his nose sickeningly over and around her own, inhaling her scent. Her skin was smooth as silk and their whiskers mingled together, sending shivers down his spine. He should kill her - get it over with already. But at the same instant he thought about growing fangs and clamping his mouth down over her own until the very last breath died within her, a jolt of pain-

“NO.” His thoughts re-directed him, distracting Wolfbane. “Focus.” They commanded, and he grit his teeth even as Lepis threatened him with her own.
“Enough games.” The stallion snarled. Using the leverage he had on her neck, Wolfbane yanked to try and bring her head down, then he let go and slithered to her hind, trailing his tentacles along with him so that they could all wrap around her wings from behind. He’d needed leverage to pull himself up, and by now his motions were feverish and hectic: a sense of urgency overtook him and the skinwalker traded his forehooves for claws that could dig into her flesh and hold her tight.

He should be quick about this and then be on his way, if he didn’t want to tire out from so much shapeshifting. Besides; holding onto this ridiculous bodysuit of the former Loessian King was starting to wear on him. He only kept it on lest some other horse come across the two of them. It was his hope that they’d assume the obvious and quickly be on their way. Just another day in Beqanna, just another two recognizable horses fucking out in the open.

For this thread:  Sex: M  ◉  Appearance: Disguised as Castile  ◉  Mood: Dangerous