12-29-2017, 10:09 PM
Eione
I can save you, I can take you away from here
Her lips dance across the gilded beauty of his scaled overlay, admiring the way the rising moonlight shimmers across each individual ridge, swathing him in a silver glow that is altogether ethereal. It would almost be enough to steal her breath away, if the gentle warmth of his affectionate kiss across the tenderness of her skin had not already done so. The raw energy of each memory – however heart-wrenching, however delightful – is coursing through her, and her wild heart is thrumming vibrantly inside of her chest, alight with adrenaline at the sheer power wrought in her grasp.
He had given himself to her so wholly – never had she been given such unrestrained access to so much, and she is enamored by him, clutching each shared memory close to her chest to keep it safe within her heart and her mind. Never had she been trusted with such intimacy, and she would cradle it and nurture it, seeking only to reach into those distant qualms and worries inside of his mind to quiet them with the gentle caress of her kiss across a golden cheek.
Her hungry lips caress each ridge and curve of his tall and slender physique, yearning to trace every line and memorize every crest, and while her heart is growing nearer to the remarkable stallion before her, she is aching in an entirely different way, wanting to give herself to him as much as he had given himself to her.
She could not, of course. She could not will him to see the frigidity of ice and snow she had been born into; she could not show him the deeply buried memories of her father commanding a militia and a kingdom with twice the presence Tephra had ever had. She could not show him the way she had hidden away into the dark precipices of forbidden caverns as a young girl, turning away from the unshed tears along the rims of her heartbroken mother, unable to watch her fall apart and yet helpless to block the inevitable anguish and betrayal and anger from seeping into her mind – too young to control her power; too young to know the burden of infidelity and isolation and heartbreak but forced to bear it anyway.
If she could, she would – she would give it all to him; every piece of her until he had taken his fill. When his warm breath is dusting across the paleness of her cheek once more, a shiver traverses the length of her spine, spreading across the ridges vertebrae and all cross the rise and fall of her feminine curves, causing the coiling heat to tighten in her belly.
”You will,” she murmurs to him softly, her lips brushing for only a moment across his spine before her neck his curved and the deep scarlet of her gaze searches the burning amber of his own. ”you will know me.”
His lips soon press against the feathering of her withers, and a hum of pleasure rises from her parted lips – followed by a soft gasp as he bares his teeth, teasing her sensitive skin with gentle nibbling, as the curve of her cheek is left resting across the ridge of his hip. Her long lashes flutter closed over smoldering eyes, savoring each hitch of breath and deep, guttural moan rising from the beauty of his mouth, humming deeply into her supple flesh – so deeply that she is certain that she can feel it in the marrow of her bones.
(He does not seem to realize, or know that he has shared the memory of his breathless first time bathed in starlight and wisteria with the celestial beauty that had broken his heart, but she would not remind him – she would chase away the memory, replace it with something beautiful and unforgettable and wonderful).
After her teeth draw his attention to her with a gentle tug of his tousled tresses, the intensity of his gaze met with her own causes her to quiver and tremble, sending a shiver of longing across the two-toned splattering of her skin and down between her parted legs. She is flushed with desire for him – unfamiliar, but undeniably brilliant and overwhelming, and she has never wanted anything more than to be closer to him, to pull him deeper into her young and foolish heart.
She is left feeling exposed when his lips trail beyond the curve of her hip, drinking in the scent of her yearning, and when he nestles the broad plane of his jawline along the roundness of her thigh, she is vulnerable and aching, splay-legged and wanting for him with the long entanglement of her tail drawn to the side to take him as wholly as he would give himself.
Yet, she had never felt more beautiful or wanted, and she longed for him to feel the same deep contentment and tranquility and belonging that she felt in his embrace. ”I need you, too.” She murmurs softly to him, neck curved so that she may look back to him, with a dark lock of hair draped over the molten darkness of her crimson eyes as he draws her closer to him with the promise of fulfilling her as she had never been before.
”Be gentle with me? I have never ..” (but the explanation dies on her lips; she is flustered and breathless) ”I want you,” she says finally, her voice betraying the deep desire she cannot help but to hold for him. ”Amet, please ..”
He had given himself to her so wholly – never had she been given such unrestrained access to so much, and she is enamored by him, clutching each shared memory close to her chest to keep it safe within her heart and her mind. Never had she been trusted with such intimacy, and she would cradle it and nurture it, seeking only to reach into those distant qualms and worries inside of his mind to quiet them with the gentle caress of her kiss across a golden cheek.
Her hungry lips caress each ridge and curve of his tall and slender physique, yearning to trace every line and memorize every crest, and while her heart is growing nearer to the remarkable stallion before her, she is aching in an entirely different way, wanting to give herself to him as much as he had given himself to her.
She could not, of course. She could not will him to see the frigidity of ice and snow she had been born into; she could not show him the deeply buried memories of her father commanding a militia and a kingdom with twice the presence Tephra had ever had. She could not show him the way she had hidden away into the dark precipices of forbidden caverns as a young girl, turning away from the unshed tears along the rims of her heartbroken mother, unable to watch her fall apart and yet helpless to block the inevitable anguish and betrayal and anger from seeping into her mind – too young to control her power; too young to know the burden of infidelity and isolation and heartbreak but forced to bear it anyway.
If she could, she would – she would give it all to him; every piece of her until he had taken his fill. When his warm breath is dusting across the paleness of her cheek once more, a shiver traverses the length of her spine, spreading across the ridges vertebrae and all cross the rise and fall of her feminine curves, causing the coiling heat to tighten in her belly.
”You will,” she murmurs to him softly, her lips brushing for only a moment across his spine before her neck his curved and the deep scarlet of her gaze searches the burning amber of his own. ”you will know me.”
His lips soon press against the feathering of her withers, and a hum of pleasure rises from her parted lips – followed by a soft gasp as he bares his teeth, teasing her sensitive skin with gentle nibbling, as the curve of her cheek is left resting across the ridge of his hip. Her long lashes flutter closed over smoldering eyes, savoring each hitch of breath and deep, guttural moan rising from the beauty of his mouth, humming deeply into her supple flesh – so deeply that she is certain that she can feel it in the marrow of her bones.
(He does not seem to realize, or know that he has shared the memory of his breathless first time bathed in starlight and wisteria with the celestial beauty that had broken his heart, but she would not remind him – she would chase away the memory, replace it with something beautiful and unforgettable and wonderful).
After her teeth draw his attention to her with a gentle tug of his tousled tresses, the intensity of his gaze met with her own causes her to quiver and tremble, sending a shiver of longing across the two-toned splattering of her skin and down between her parted legs. She is flushed with desire for him – unfamiliar, but undeniably brilliant and overwhelming, and she has never wanted anything more than to be closer to him, to pull him deeper into her young and foolish heart.
She is left feeling exposed when his lips trail beyond the curve of her hip, drinking in the scent of her yearning, and when he nestles the broad plane of his jawline along the roundness of her thigh, she is vulnerable and aching, splay-legged and wanting for him with the long entanglement of her tail drawn to the side to take him as wholly as he would give himself.
Yet, she had never felt more beautiful or wanted, and she longed for him to feel the same deep contentment and tranquility and belonging that she felt in his embrace. ”I need you, too.” She murmurs softly to him, neck curved so that she may look back to him, with a dark lock of hair draped over the molten darkness of her crimson eyes as he draws her closer to him with the promise of fulfilling her as she had never been before.
”Be gentle with me? I have never ..” (but the explanation dies on her lips; she is flustered and breathless) ”I want you,” she says finally, her voice betraying the deep desire she cannot help but to hold for him. ”Amet, please ..”
@[Amet]