10-27-2018, 02:04 AM
Admittedly, his reaction to what she requests is not what she had been expecting. Nearly as quickly as she had asked her scaled stallion to let his actions speak for how much he loved her, then does she feel a sharpness at the base of her neck. It would seem that he had decided a bite deep enough to draw blood would be the best way to make a statement or grab her focus. His choice is well received, because for as startled as she is by his sudden aggression, she is equally surprised by how much she can easily find her own pleasure in it.
The pace of her heart intensifies, practically fluttering arhythmically when he starts and enlightening path at her underside. For a moment her head turns to watch him work, but his methodical movements rouse a sudden rise of irritation for the slow pace he sets. It’s all she can do to not snap at the air between them, wanting to voice her dissent with an unsubtle gesture to spur him into a faster rift. Instead she finds some restraint, choosing to preoccupy herself by closing her eyes to watch the bloom of sparks that set off against the perpetual black.
And now she wonders if he’s trying to connect the dots that adorn her body, nearly certain that he uses fire to draw the line, feeling as if she’s tingling and burning everywhere he makes contact. From her underside to the curve of her rear, back over top and along her spine, then adding a spot of pressure behind her ear before nipping at the hollow point of her chest, she keeps herself victim to the darkness behind her fallen lids, still feeling the perfect path he’s traced over her. Pale ears rotate swiftly as he moves from one side to the other where he falters somewhere behind, the sound of movement suddenly fading to nonexistence.
The sudden lack of sound is deafening, and it nearly causes her to open her eyes to question him, but the pressure of him wrapping himself over her barrel and the way he pulls her into him keeps her quiet. Only for a moment though, until he easily finds the way his hips so perfectly align with her own, the sensation of his warmth finding its way into her at last causing an audible gasp to be forced through her lips. Compensating for the added weight over top, her ivory hooves shift outward, hopelessly attempting to keep up with the near ravenous execution of his movements. They’d both been so starved for one another, so desperate for each other’s affections, she can hardly find the means to mind the way his hooves heavily cut into her sides, entirely too overwhelmed by the sheer pleasure his hungered thrusts evoke.
She’s only mildly aware of the release of her head that had been so delicately craned backward by his grip, too caught up in the feeling of him so welcomingly overtaking her. But the brisk pain of jagged teeth finding ground in the recently healed part of her crest jolt her unexpectedly out of her blissful stupor, eyes opening in response to the sharp assault. The brief pain and surprise of it makes her take a small step forward, conflicted instincts fighting to come out the victor in the quickest of internal battles. Despite her initial reaction, both mind and body settle again, only to be swept back into the storm of carnal chaos shared so beautifully by the both of them. Gods did it hurt, but some twisted part within seemed to revel in the passion fueled intensity so clearly driving his choices, and the way it made her heart feel as it though it was trying to escape from her chest.
Everything became sharper and heightened then, piqued by a sudden shift of adrenaline and hormones filtering into a tightness that begged to be undone. The harder he worked, the more desperate his movements became--so obviously fueled by that love she had pleaded him to show her--it coaxes her closer to the edge, closer to that final stand and that helpless, vulnerable fall. And just before he comes upon his own release, he manages to push her over that precipice. As her spotted frame tenses and shudders beneath him, she makes a faint sound remarkably similar to a satisfied whimper.
They stay entwined for awhile, her own smaller body bearing the weight of both of them as their heart beats and breaths begin to normalize. She tries to hide the way she starts to struggle, her breathing unable to find the right depth to keep her from feeling slightly lightheaded, or maybe that was the drunken high of ecstasy she was coming down from. Or both. But he gently withdraws, releasing her to her own devices and she shivers at the lack of heat surrounding her that she had become accustomed to.
“Now you can verbalize how much you love me also,” she says with a tired smile, moving to stand beside him with a brush of her flushed lips against his shoulder, her dark eyes searching to see what color his have become.
Breckin holds his gaze longer than necessary before shifting towards the ocean’s horizon with a soft sigh. “I should…” she begins with a guilty expression, taking a couple steps slowly towards the entrance. She’d spent practically the whole day with him, not that she regretted it, but she’d been neglectful of the routine of her normal duties. She should try to go do a couple more things before the dead of night set it, before the day was completely (but amazingly and blissfully) wasted.
Another step, but her body denies her further movement, seemingly too low on energy to allow her to budge more. As much as she might like to, Breckin just doesn’t have the will to fight it right now, and her heart rejects the idea of leaving Leilan either. Her head lowers while simultaneously resettling her weight comfortably over her slender limbs. Despite her unwillingness to actually move, her heavily weight lids threaten to close entirely, and she stubbornly resists the sleep that threatens to overtake her. “I’m sure I look like too much of a mess anyway,” she mumbles, entirely too aware of how bloodied and sweat soaked she had become.
@[Leilan]
The pace of her heart intensifies, practically fluttering arhythmically when he starts and enlightening path at her underside. For a moment her head turns to watch him work, but his methodical movements rouse a sudden rise of irritation for the slow pace he sets. It’s all she can do to not snap at the air between them, wanting to voice her dissent with an unsubtle gesture to spur him into a faster rift. Instead she finds some restraint, choosing to preoccupy herself by closing her eyes to watch the bloom of sparks that set off against the perpetual black.
And now she wonders if he’s trying to connect the dots that adorn her body, nearly certain that he uses fire to draw the line, feeling as if she’s tingling and burning everywhere he makes contact. From her underside to the curve of her rear, back over top and along her spine, then adding a spot of pressure behind her ear before nipping at the hollow point of her chest, she keeps herself victim to the darkness behind her fallen lids, still feeling the perfect path he’s traced over her. Pale ears rotate swiftly as he moves from one side to the other where he falters somewhere behind, the sound of movement suddenly fading to nonexistence.
The sudden lack of sound is deafening, and it nearly causes her to open her eyes to question him, but the pressure of him wrapping himself over her barrel and the way he pulls her into him keeps her quiet. Only for a moment though, until he easily finds the way his hips so perfectly align with her own, the sensation of his warmth finding its way into her at last causing an audible gasp to be forced through her lips. Compensating for the added weight over top, her ivory hooves shift outward, hopelessly attempting to keep up with the near ravenous execution of his movements. They’d both been so starved for one another, so desperate for each other’s affections, she can hardly find the means to mind the way his hooves heavily cut into her sides, entirely too overwhelmed by the sheer pleasure his hungered thrusts evoke.
She’s only mildly aware of the release of her head that had been so delicately craned backward by his grip, too caught up in the feeling of him so welcomingly overtaking her. But the brisk pain of jagged teeth finding ground in the recently healed part of her crest jolt her unexpectedly out of her blissful stupor, eyes opening in response to the sharp assault. The brief pain and surprise of it makes her take a small step forward, conflicted instincts fighting to come out the victor in the quickest of internal battles. Despite her initial reaction, both mind and body settle again, only to be swept back into the storm of carnal chaos shared so beautifully by the both of them. Gods did it hurt, but some twisted part within seemed to revel in the passion fueled intensity so clearly driving his choices, and the way it made her heart feel as it though it was trying to escape from her chest.
Everything became sharper and heightened then, piqued by a sudden shift of adrenaline and hormones filtering into a tightness that begged to be undone. The harder he worked, the more desperate his movements became--so obviously fueled by that love she had pleaded him to show her--it coaxes her closer to the edge, closer to that final stand and that helpless, vulnerable fall. And just before he comes upon his own release, he manages to push her over that precipice. As her spotted frame tenses and shudders beneath him, she makes a faint sound remarkably similar to a satisfied whimper.
They stay entwined for awhile, her own smaller body bearing the weight of both of them as their heart beats and breaths begin to normalize. She tries to hide the way she starts to struggle, her breathing unable to find the right depth to keep her from feeling slightly lightheaded, or maybe that was the drunken high of ecstasy she was coming down from. Or both. But he gently withdraws, releasing her to her own devices and she shivers at the lack of heat surrounding her that she had become accustomed to.
“Now you can verbalize how much you love me also,” she says with a tired smile, moving to stand beside him with a brush of her flushed lips against his shoulder, her dark eyes searching to see what color his have become.
Breckin holds his gaze longer than necessary before shifting towards the ocean’s horizon with a soft sigh. “I should…” she begins with a guilty expression, taking a couple steps slowly towards the entrance. She’d spent practically the whole day with him, not that she regretted it, but she’d been neglectful of the routine of her normal duties. She should try to go do a couple more things before the dead of night set it, before the day was completely (but amazingly and blissfully) wasted.
Another step, but her body denies her further movement, seemingly too low on energy to allow her to budge more. As much as she might like to, Breckin just doesn’t have the will to fight it right now, and her heart rejects the idea of leaving Leilan either. Her head lowers while simultaneously resettling her weight comfortably over her slender limbs. Despite her unwillingness to actually move, her heavily weight lids threaten to close entirely, and she stubbornly resists the sleep that threatens to overtake her. “I’m sure I look like too much of a mess anyway,” she mumbles, entirely too aware of how bloodied and sweat soaked she had become.
@[Leilan]