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    Assailant -- Year 226

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    "But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura


    [mature]  Torture.
    #5
    I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife

    She can feel his heart pounding as only a stallion's can through the thick muscle of his hide pressed against her. Her smile is dark, flattered; she knows exactly what excites him so, what leads him to react to her without submitting to her attacks. How exquisite, to have such control over such a brute. She rolls her tongue silently as the last trace of his blood fades away.

    When her teeth snap at his face, he retaliates, landing a bite squarely on the tight flesh of her shoulder. His teeth - far larger than hers - cause a throbbing pain, and she revels in it, pressing her ears to her skull and snatching roughly at the goliath's mane. As he makes his way around her body, she catches sight of his own arousal - proud and shaming to others of its kind. She feels her insides clench at the thought of exactly how he could put such an item to use - if she allows him to, of course.

    There is no chance of her resisting his rough tough at her mane, and she stumbles a step closer to him, her teeth working mindlessly at whatever skin presents itself to them. An identically cadenced laugh echoes his, creating a delicious low-high harmony that she shan't soon forget. At his words, she shivers.

    "Big brother's got it coming too, you know," she growls, leaning her head in towards him when he takes the sensitive tissue of her ear into his mouth. Internally, she smirks at her usage of big as opposed to older.  "He's not exactly... deescalating." Another laugh ripples from her cloaked lips; a smokey sound.

    He is retreating then, away from the sting of her teeth and closer to the fire of her loins. Trissy struggles to maintain control, to remember that this is her controlling him, and not the other way around; but when his tongue meets her inner thigh, such fancies are rendered fantasies.

    Her tail arches free of his path and her legs are stepping her closer to him, demanding a more satisfying pressure than the maddeningly simple breath he places there. Glancing back at the colossus, Trissy suddenly becomes very aware of their size difference; she shakes her mane, rolls her hips by transferring her weight from one hind leg to the other, and emits the most girlish whimper she can summon.

    "Don't leave a lady waiting," she simpers. "You wouldn't like the consequences."

    Besides, Trissy has politics to discuss... But that can wait. Right now, there are bigger things on her mind.


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    Messages In This Thread
    Torture. - by Trissy - 12-19-2017, 01:19 AM
    RE: Torture. - by Torture - 12-22-2017, 01:46 AM
    RE: Torture. - by Trissy - 12-23-2017, 02:03 AM
    RE: Torture. - by Torture - 12-26-2017, 11:51 PM
    RE: Torture. - by Trissy - 01-03-2018, 11:13 PM
    RE: Torture. - by Torture - 01-07-2018, 12:02 AM
    RE: Torture. - by Trissy - 01-10-2018, 12:51 AM



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