02-07-2022, 09:19 PM
I see us written in the Stars
It had been a long time since Cheri was lonely. She tried to run from the feeling, simply scared and biding her time. But Obscene… he’d always been the one she pictured by her side.
Ahh, she moaned as soon as his teeth pecked at her skin. There was the pressure of his mouth on her neck for a moment, drawing fire wherever it went, building in heat until her back was curved but smooth to the touch. She could feel him, now.
Everything inside of her went still.
For the first time in a long while, peace overcame the young mage. Her walls crumbled, smothering any hesitations she might’ve had up to that point. Cheri would never known his thoughts in that moment, but Obscene had been right about one thing: he should’ve questioned Cheri’s touch.
Five minutes ago she’d been secretly terrified that it could kill him without her trying. She was a real and true danger to herself and others, being so impractical with her powers.
And yet the quiet settled into her bones, shrouding the passionate couple with a heavy blanket of security. Cheri knew then that she could never hurt him. Not Obscene. She couldn’t explain it, but he was a counterweight of sorts.
Something about him left her… perfectly balanced.
The blanket-spotted Appaloosa mare stopped questioning herself. There was only the scent of freshwater and their heat, mingled in a way that drove Cheri mad with desire. She couldn’t get enough of him; it felt worse than nearly dying, and more urgent than the threat of an apocalypse. She wanted him now, though the pegasus would’ve been just as happy to have him speckle her with as many passionate kisses as he had gold flecks.
She opened her eyes, filling them with the sight of the Fae Prince as he fit his body perfectly into hers. They melded together so prettily it felt like a crime, both their dark pelts equally black and svelte as the other so that you couldn’t tell them apart. Obscene had managed to work his way expertly beneath one of her luminous green wings, ever the trooper. Cheri would chuckle, if she wasn’t so caught up in the way he was looking at her.
She decided to do away with them, for now.
The wings exploded harmlessly, disappearing in a slow rain of cool, green sparks over them both. Now she was free to move underneath him, and move she did - twisting her heels and spreading her legs shamelessly for the black Prince. She would encourage him, then, but Cheri knew better.
Obscene needed no encouragement. He was well versed in these kinds of things, and for once Cheri couldn’t hold that against him. Not when all the hard work was about to pay off in her favor. Instead, she kept the silence and enjoyed the golden warmth he provided, her head thrown up and her mouth parted by a steaming hiss of satisfaction.
In this moment, she was absolutely whole.
Ahh, she moaned as soon as his teeth pecked at her skin. There was the pressure of his mouth on her neck for a moment, drawing fire wherever it went, building in heat until her back was curved but smooth to the touch. She could feel him, now.
Everything inside of her went still.
For the first time in a long while, peace overcame the young mage. Her walls crumbled, smothering any hesitations she might’ve had up to that point. Cheri would never known his thoughts in that moment, but Obscene had been right about one thing: he should’ve questioned Cheri’s touch.
Five minutes ago she’d been secretly terrified that it could kill him without her trying. She was a real and true danger to herself and others, being so impractical with her powers.
And yet the quiet settled into her bones, shrouding the passionate couple with a heavy blanket of security. Cheri knew then that she could never hurt him. Not Obscene. She couldn’t explain it, but he was a counterweight of sorts.
Something about him left her… perfectly balanced.
The blanket-spotted Appaloosa mare stopped questioning herself. There was only the scent of freshwater and their heat, mingled in a way that drove Cheri mad with desire. She couldn’t get enough of him; it felt worse than nearly dying, and more urgent than the threat of an apocalypse. She wanted him now, though the pegasus would’ve been just as happy to have him speckle her with as many passionate kisses as he had gold flecks.
She opened her eyes, filling them with the sight of the Fae Prince as he fit his body perfectly into hers. They melded together so prettily it felt like a crime, both their dark pelts equally black and svelte as the other so that you couldn’t tell them apart. Obscene had managed to work his way expertly beneath one of her luminous green wings, ever the trooper. Cheri would chuckle, if she wasn’t so caught up in the way he was looking at her.
She decided to do away with them, for now.
The wings exploded harmlessly, disappearing in a slow rain of cool, green sparks over them both. Now she was free to move underneath him, and move she did - twisting her heels and spreading her legs shamelessly for the black Prince. She would encourage him, then, but Cheri knew better.
Obscene needed no encouragement. He was well versed in these kinds of things, and for once Cheri couldn’t hold that against him. Not when all the hard work was about to pay off in her favor. Instead, she kept the silence and enjoyed the golden warmth he provided, her head thrown up and her mouth parted by a steaming hiss of satisfaction.
In this moment, she was absolutely whole.
@Obscene