10-21-2018, 10:44 PM
She has a plan to escape. Had a plan. Has a plan. Fuck, she was losing track.
Caught between staying focused on their initial goal or giving into her other motives of self gratification, the fine line between work and play was beginning to blur. The problem was trying to convince herself that they were two separate entities, that this training was unable to be both work and play. It would be entirely too easy to give into him all at once, the way he moves through her mane towards her withers, the way he places a surprisingly evocative bite there, the way he trails beyond and lower. It’s nearly maddening, but as much as she would like to let him continue, she realizes how much more she would love to torture them both awhile longer.
When he’s preoccupied (with his thoughts, or with her body, or both) she’s quick to react, pushing away from the wall and him both. Moving against the brief slack in his hold against her doesn’t come without a cost, her pale shoulder drags across the ragged rock face, sheering it of hair and skin. In retrospect, it’s a minor flesh wound, and she hardly pays mind to the sting as she levers and spins away while simultaneously calling on the large boulder she noticed before. The second she’s in the clear, she uses the momentum of the boulders path through the air to meet behind Leilan’s shoulder, forcing him into the cliff side as she once had been. While her movements had been quick and purposeful, she maintains enough control over her makeshift projectile to keep it from actually damaging him. Her intent is to keep him pinned, doing do by using the telekinetic force of her mind on the rock to hold him firmly in place. And though he might be able to move forward and backward directly a bit, she holds enough steady force to prohibit him from moving out entirely.
With a smug grin, she closes in on him, pressing her muzzle into the heat of his neck. When she moves, it’s against him, trailing her mouth over the length of his spine, enjoying the coarse feeling of scales beneath her flushed lips, stopping just at the curve of his rear. For a moment she remains there before her brown eyes flash dangerously, meeting his expression with her own simpering gaze. At that point she finally gives herself over to her selfish desires entirely, breathing a husky “Gotcha” over his roan skin before chasing her whisper with a firm bite.
Satisfied and painfully unsatisfied at the same time, she breaks away, flying towards the shores, weaving carefully again between the looming trunks. As she departs, she doesn’t stop the girlish laugh this time that resurfaces and it’s only when there’s sufficient space between them that she releases the boulder, letting gravity pull it down with a dull thud she doesn’t hear.
The leopard mare had a destination in mind—the preferred cave she came to favor along the coast. It would be there that she would stop, sides working with winded exertion as she stepped through its doorway. Leilan would find her again, unwilling to ignore the silent challenge she had issued him.
But this time, she knew with confidence she had no plan to escape.
@[Leilan]
Caught between staying focused on their initial goal or giving into her other motives of self gratification, the fine line between work and play was beginning to blur. The problem was trying to convince herself that they were two separate entities, that this training was unable to be both work and play. It would be entirely too easy to give into him all at once, the way he moves through her mane towards her withers, the way he places a surprisingly evocative bite there, the way he trails beyond and lower. It’s nearly maddening, but as much as she would like to let him continue, she realizes how much more she would love to torture them both awhile longer.
When he’s preoccupied (with his thoughts, or with her body, or both) she’s quick to react, pushing away from the wall and him both. Moving against the brief slack in his hold against her doesn’t come without a cost, her pale shoulder drags across the ragged rock face, sheering it of hair and skin. In retrospect, it’s a minor flesh wound, and she hardly pays mind to the sting as she levers and spins away while simultaneously calling on the large boulder she noticed before. The second she’s in the clear, she uses the momentum of the boulders path through the air to meet behind Leilan’s shoulder, forcing him into the cliff side as she once had been. While her movements had been quick and purposeful, she maintains enough control over her makeshift projectile to keep it from actually damaging him. Her intent is to keep him pinned, doing do by using the telekinetic force of her mind on the rock to hold him firmly in place. And though he might be able to move forward and backward directly a bit, she holds enough steady force to prohibit him from moving out entirely.
With a smug grin, she closes in on him, pressing her muzzle into the heat of his neck. When she moves, it’s against him, trailing her mouth over the length of his spine, enjoying the coarse feeling of scales beneath her flushed lips, stopping just at the curve of his rear. For a moment she remains there before her brown eyes flash dangerously, meeting his expression with her own simpering gaze. At that point she finally gives herself over to her selfish desires entirely, breathing a husky “Gotcha” over his roan skin before chasing her whisper with a firm bite.
Satisfied and painfully unsatisfied at the same time, she breaks away, flying towards the shores, weaving carefully again between the looming trunks. As she departs, she doesn’t stop the girlish laugh this time that resurfaces and it’s only when there’s sufficient space between them that she releases the boulder, letting gravity pull it down with a dull thud she doesn’t hear.
The leopard mare had a destination in mind—the preferred cave she came to favor along the coast. It would be there that she would stop, sides working with winded exertion as she stepped through its doorway. Leilan would find her again, unwilling to ignore the silent challenge she had issued him.
But this time, she knew with confidence she had no plan to escape.
@[Leilan]