05-20-2018, 09:54 PM
I know when the lust finds him; I recognize the sudden alertness in his bearing. I have seen it before, in Arthas, in Modicum Mortem, in a few of the shadowy Sylvans that linger for a look at my comely figure. I feel it as well, the side effect of such a heavy-handed use of my ability, and that is entirely novel. As a girl, I'd dreamt of becoming a wife, but the actual duties of such a position had never featured heavily in my daydreams. With Arthas, strong Arthas, I'd imagine him holding me tightly and a pleasant warmth would spread through me.
This is more than a warmth though, it is better. This is like a wildfire, and I suddenly find that I do not care at all about how long he has lived in Sylva. He is answering questions that I no longer care about knowing, for my world seems to have narrowed down to the places where he touches me. The fire is hotter there, burning so brightly I no longer feel the bite of the cold wind as he presses my lips to his neck. I glance back at him, at my Arthas, at my...no. Not Arthas.
This should be Arthas. Not Kwartz. What was I doing? What had I been thinking? The lust falls away, washed from my system by the sudden shock of realization. My emotions shift as quickly as the wind around us, but in my panic I cannot seem to settle on one to send to Kwartz. Instinct kicks in, and I freeze, caught between fight and flight.
Flight, my instincts decide.
My navy wings flare out as I lean back to shoot into the sky, only to crash against the bars of Kwartz's legs as they wrap around my ribcage. I try again, shifting back to try for a better angle, only to find that my rump presses firmly against his belly.
"No." I say, quietly at first and then louder as I feel the panic begin to rise in my throat. "No, Kwartz, no, I didn't. I didn't mean. No." I try a third time, forward now, but I have always been weak when it comes to pain, and he holds me tightly at the neck. "No. Please."
This is more than a warmth though, it is better. This is like a wildfire, and I suddenly find that I do not care at all about how long he has lived in Sylva. He is answering questions that I no longer care about knowing, for my world seems to have narrowed down to the places where he touches me. The fire is hotter there, burning so brightly I no longer feel the bite of the cold wind as he presses my lips to his neck. I glance back at him, at my Arthas, at my...no. Not Arthas.
This should be Arthas. Not Kwartz. What was I doing? What had I been thinking? The lust falls away, washed from my system by the sudden shock of realization. My emotions shift as quickly as the wind around us, but in my panic I cannot seem to settle on one to send to Kwartz. Instinct kicks in, and I freeze, caught between fight and flight.
Flight, my instincts decide.
My navy wings flare out as I lean back to shoot into the sky, only to crash against the bars of Kwartz's legs as they wrap around my ribcage. I try again, shifting back to try for a better angle, only to find that my rump presses firmly against his belly.
"No." I say, quietly at first and then louder as I feel the panic begin to rise in my throat. "No, Kwartz, no, I didn't. I didn't mean. No." I try a third time, forward now, but I have always been weak when it comes to pain, and he holds me tightly at the neck. "No. Please."
