10-28-2018, 11:30 AM
NIER
His wild green eyes took her in hungrily as she responded to him, her slender body dancing to the side. Every muscle seemed to coil for his pleasure, showing off just for him, and he had a ready smile on his dark lips as he slowly followed those legs down and back up again. She was perfect for tonight. He wanted her heartbeat pounding in her ears, her breath panting, her eyes wild and beautiful.
She launched forward, bolted away at his command. His grin twisted into sick satisfaction as his head lifted to the sky, huge wings spreading wide with a casual grace. God, it felt good. This would feel so good. It had been so long since he'd had any real fun. She was perfect for tonight.
He looked to the side, took a slow, deep breath as he watched his wings spread, arch up so powerfully. His head turned forward again, an invisible smile, eyes glittering. And with a violent thrust, he threw himself into the air like a great dragon unchained, beating in gradual pulls. His wings curled tight as they lifted high, stretched out as he shoved the wind out of his way, commanded it to his will.
He rose above and scanned below until he found her again, let himself level out as he rode the current, the thrusting of his wings gone silent. And when it was required again, he drove the wind to his will again, chasing her with the sound of massive wings and an invisible creature, the sound of the night's casual heartbeat as it tracked her. As he tracked her through breaks in the canopy. She was as beautiful from here as she was up close.
Faster, though.
And he dove closer to the trees, cracking branches high above her like some giant beast, shaking the tops of them with his gusts like a wheat field rippling for a breeze. He caused a torrent and then rose again, his back arching as he shot higher once more. He loved to watch her race, loved to finally fly like this again. Not the dull flying of just getting to where he wanted, but this. This purposeful hunting, pushing himself to remember the skills and experiences that made him so damn good at this. Feeling the stretch and the burn in his limbs that he'd been craving as earnestly as she would watch strangers living their lives.
He repeated it with another dive, following every turn and twist she made. Stalked her. Hunted her. He wanted to run her dry, catch her when she'd lost her energy and could do nothing but catch her breath as he held her, as he touched her and gave her a better reason for her heart to race. She was perfect for tonight.
She launched forward, bolted away at his command. His grin twisted into sick satisfaction as his head lifted to the sky, huge wings spreading wide with a casual grace. God, it felt good. This would feel so good. It had been so long since he'd had any real fun. She was perfect for tonight.
He looked to the side, took a slow, deep breath as he watched his wings spread, arch up so powerfully. His head turned forward again, an invisible smile, eyes glittering. And with a violent thrust, he threw himself into the air like a great dragon unchained, beating in gradual pulls. His wings curled tight as they lifted high, stretched out as he shoved the wind out of his way, commanded it to his will.
He rose above and scanned below until he found her again, let himself level out as he rode the current, the thrusting of his wings gone silent. And when it was required again, he drove the wind to his will again, chasing her with the sound of massive wings and an invisible creature, the sound of the night's casual heartbeat as it tracked her. As he tracked her through breaks in the canopy. She was as beautiful from here as she was up close.
Faster, though.
And he dove closer to the trees, cracking branches high above her like some giant beast, shaking the tops of them with his gusts like a wheat field rippling for a breeze. He caused a torrent and then rose again, his back arching as he shot higher once more. He loved to watch her race, loved to finally fly like this again. Not the dull flying of just getting to where he wanted, but this. This purposeful hunting, pushing himself to remember the skills and experiences that made him so damn good at this. Feeling the stretch and the burn in his limbs that he'd been craving as earnestly as she would watch strangers living their lives.
He repeated it with another dive, following every turn and twist she made. Stalked her. Hunted her. He wanted to run her dry, catch her when she'd lost her energy and could do nothing but catch her breath as he held her, as he touched her and gave her a better reason for her heart to race. She was perfect for tonight.