the secret of our world is written in the stars
‘The finale is the most exciting part, don’t you think?’
His eyes flash over hers, necessity filling him with heat and pressure. Are they still discussing death? He cannot be sure (and he realizes he might never be sure when he is around Kagerus).
A soft moan escapes her and the stallion exhales heavily in response, his breath hot and guttural against her flesh. Svedka has partaken in the throes of passion with many partners, but revels in the ancient dance as old as time. Sex is not just sex to the painted stallion - it is a way to worship the sun and the moon, to become one with the earth and one with those around him. It is unique, beautiful and raw, each time he engaged in the act. It is no different today - Kagerus demands to be unraveled, to be discovered.
With a parted mouth he continues to trace the soft skin behind her cheek, encouraged by the way she leans into his touch and the electricity that flows through him, stemming from the throbbing bite to his flawless skin. His pulse accelerates, flooding to his loins as a groan of need slips through his golden lips that now press firmly into her mahogany skin, sucking into her flesh with each tender kiss, tasting her on his soft tongue. Darkness begins to spread over the mountains, the tiny bit of evening light resting warmly on their hot skin. Fireflies begin to appear - soft, blinking lights that hover gently above tall and swaying grasses - like starlight fallen from the heavens.
He follows the steps to the ancient dance, engrossed in bringing her to the point where their coupling would truly begin, eyes fluttering beneath white-lined lashes.
Kagerus, however, does not.
‘I dream of your sister.’
The words themselves do not startle him at first - it is her voice; curt and unfeeling, as if she wanted it to hurt him. But, that couldn’t be right. Could it?
The heat dissipates as the stallion processes, snorting softly as his chin quickly comes near his chest, taking a step back to look at Kagerus in the eye as if he has misheard her.
‘She’s a screamer, you know.’
His brow furrows. Yes, she wanted to hurt him.
Unfortunately, Svedka will not allow her the satisfaction. He allows his mind to go to Solace, remembering each detail of every single one of their daily conversations, and surprisingly a light-hearted smile graces his lips as his head shakes in disbelief. His cerulean gaze unwavers from the woman before him, stretching out his neck to brush her lips with his own - though passion and lust has quelled in the gesture, for the time being. His thoughts distract him.
Too long had Solace worried about the precious balance of duty and love, keeping herself far from any she might find pleasant company in. Too long had she kept herself away from the idea that she can be a queen and also be happy. He has no idea if her ‘dream’ is an actuality, but perhaps Kagerus could been the first one to break down Solace’s walls.
“Then why are you here with me?” he whispers, dragging his lips across her slender cheek.
His eyes flash over hers, necessity filling him with heat and pressure. Are they still discussing death? He cannot be sure (and he realizes he might never be sure when he is around Kagerus).
A soft moan escapes her and the stallion exhales heavily in response, his breath hot and guttural against her flesh. Svedka has partaken in the throes of passion with many partners, but revels in the ancient dance as old as time. Sex is not just sex to the painted stallion - it is a way to worship the sun and the moon, to become one with the earth and one with those around him. It is unique, beautiful and raw, each time he engaged in the act. It is no different today - Kagerus demands to be unraveled, to be discovered.
With a parted mouth he continues to trace the soft skin behind her cheek, encouraged by the way she leans into his touch and the electricity that flows through him, stemming from the throbbing bite to his flawless skin. His pulse accelerates, flooding to his loins as a groan of need slips through his golden lips that now press firmly into her mahogany skin, sucking into her flesh with each tender kiss, tasting her on his soft tongue. Darkness begins to spread over the mountains, the tiny bit of evening light resting warmly on their hot skin. Fireflies begin to appear - soft, blinking lights that hover gently above tall and swaying grasses - like starlight fallen from the heavens.
He follows the steps to the ancient dance, engrossed in bringing her to the point where their coupling would truly begin, eyes fluttering beneath white-lined lashes.
Kagerus, however, does not.
‘I dream of your sister.’
The words themselves do not startle him at first - it is her voice; curt and unfeeling, as if she wanted it to hurt him. But, that couldn’t be right. Could it?
The heat dissipates as the stallion processes, snorting softly as his chin quickly comes near his chest, taking a step back to look at Kagerus in the eye as if he has misheard her.
‘She’s a screamer, you know.’
His brow furrows. Yes, she wanted to hurt him.
Unfortunately, Svedka will not allow her the satisfaction. He allows his mind to go to Solace, remembering each detail of every single one of their daily conversations, and surprisingly a light-hearted smile graces his lips as his head shakes in disbelief. His cerulean gaze unwavers from the woman before him, stretching out his neck to brush her lips with his own - though passion and lust has quelled in the gesture, for the time being. His thoughts distract him.
Too long had Solace worried about the precious balance of duty and love, keeping herself far from any she might find pleasant company in. Too long had she kept herself away from the idea that she can be a queen and also be happy. He has no idea if her ‘dream’ is an actuality, but perhaps Kagerus could been the first one to break down Solace’s walls.
“Then why are you here with me?” he whispers, dragging his lips across her slender cheek.
(be my escape)
Svedka
@[Kagerus]