Again, she surprises him.
He hadn’t expected his advances to go unwanted, but the gold and white stallion certainly hadn’t expected the shy, dreamy woman to further insist; to command him and open up a doorway that Svedka had not visited in a long while. There is a deep rumble in his chest - soft yet rugged in the way it vibrates in his throat - his breath quivering warmth across her neck, his once tender and wispy touches of his lips now more purposeful and prominent, unhesitant and bold as he traces each white curve of her shoulder and chest, nostrils fluttering wildly. He lifts his head, wanting to see the gentleness of her eyes, and is met with a fervent and passionate kiss - one that he had not been ready for but willingly gives in to, pressing himself against the warmth of her pale mouth with a strength and resiliency that he hopes she has never experienced from a lover.
Svedka had wanted to challenge her and Nymf had steadily rose to the occasion, no longer a gentle and swathing woman in the dying sunlight but the purest picture of primal urges, extending her hand to him for a dance that has long since sung to the test of time. He releases himself from their entanglement, but only so that he can somehow get closer to her, a deep nicker of longing and pleasantness erupting from his parted mouth. He reaches up to draw his mouth across the curve of her pale neck, a hot-blooded kiss pressing into her skin before he gently grabs at her neck, pulling her closer to him with a light pull. “Come here,” rattles his voice, suddenly huskier than it had been moments ago, lost within the scent of her and the softness of her femininity. He steps past her so that they are shoulder against shoulder, his mouth now trailing further down her withers, intermittently nibbling and kissing the supple curve of her spine, his lips met with the velveteen softness of her folded wings.
The depths of twilight begin to shower them, fractiles of dying sunlight painting them a myriad of golden colors. The deep blue of darkness meets the sunset, tiny pinpricks of stars beginning to peek out from behind the veil that the sun once held tightly to them. Fireflies begin to levitate from the golden, swaying grasses, the sound of their wings slightly buzzing as their blinking bodies illuminate the field around the couple.
Svedka hardly notices the natural beauty of the scene, however, for his cerulean eyes never leave the beautiful woman before him.
svedka
@[Nymf] you need to mark this mature for me, pleeeeeeease
