11-10-2017, 06:19 PM
THANA.
(as black as your soul)
She cannot mistake the tendril of wanton lust lingering within her gaze – she can feel her heavily-lidded eyes tracing her soft and feminine curves, where the pale moonlight cannot reach. For a fleeting moment, her insecurity is soothed – comforted by her desire for her; reminded that she is desirable and even irresistible, despite the dreadful heaviness within the pit of her roiling stomach. It is unspoken, the magnetic attraction that provokes her to be closer to her, to press the invisible boundary line of what she should not and what she cannot do.
Her dark, sinful lips press yet again to her skin, feeling the electricity crackle and rouse beneath her skin as her heartbeat does the same. Her teeth graze along the sensitive, crimson flesh, eliciting a shiver from the depth of her deeply curved, feminine spine, where another had lay claim to her with urgency and desire as he pressed his seed deep within her long ago.
Each no longer barren, growing full and round with the unborn – and though she, herself, is uneasy with it, Jah-Lilah is not, and she is drawn to the sheer energy radiating from her. She is glowing and draped in luscious, thickened tresses that tickle along her cheek as her lips seek the tender column of her neck. She is enamored by her, her scent heady with pheromones and holly and pine, stirring a longing between her legs that had been forgotten amid her wallowing despair – and the scent of her does not go unnoticed. Though Jah-Lilah does not yield to her innermost, hidden desire to entangle herself with the coy and seductive creature pressing herself against her shapely physique, the dampness between her legs is more than telling of the crackling lust yearning to be set free.
The gentle swell of her barrel brushes alongside Jah-Lilah’s scarlet shoulder as she brushes the warmth of her body around her own, encircling her slowly and methodically. She is quiet, focusing instead of the steady hum of her heartbeat and the increase in her breathing, puffing soft and subtle clouds of fog from flared nostrils as Thana caresses her with a gentleness she is not known for. With urgency at bay, she aches to take her flesh between her teeth, to distract herself with a cry of anguish (and of delicious, delightful pleasure mixed with the sin of her pain) –
But she does not.
Her muzzle brushes along her hipbone, while the darkness of her parted lips caress the curve of her backside, where the long entanglement of her tail lay. The temptation is there to take her, to put herself in control again, to feel some sort of hold and power over another as she cannot seem to do for herself as she brings her closer to ecstasy with the fervent caress of her mouth - but again, she does not, knowing that somehow, she is untouchable.
That somehow, she cannot. That she should not.
She can sense her loneliness as her body writhes beneath her touch (had she been without the touch of her arduous lovers?). Quietly, she becomes still – staring out into the darkness from whence she came, lost to the burden of her own thoughts. She is breathless with the way her intestines are coiled with the soft, stirring movement of her own unborn child, growing, blossoming, and for a moment, her arousal is forgotten, and she is bound to the veracity once more.
With her shoulder aligned with hers once more, her gaze is met reluctantly, fire and ice, while Thana contemplates the wisdom within her intricately words imparted to her with insight and understanding.
”I am not like you,” but Jah-Lilah already knows it is true – moon and sun, a black hole to the endless, beautiful string of galaxies ”I do not feel powerful," she whispers against her flesh with uncertainty; a confession she dare not speak aloud to any other! Certainly not to Gryffen. ”I feel nothing like myself, and what if ..” Can she speak the root of her insecurity? Why should she, how could she confess it to her when she barely knows her but for the heat of her skin pressed against hers and a few witty, sour words exchanged in humor?
”.. I don’t want to be another broodmare. What if it is not the son I want? What if ..” she trails off moodily, burying her kiss into the intimate crease of her jaw instead of confronting the insecurity breathing down her own neck.
Her dark, sinful lips press yet again to her skin, feeling the electricity crackle and rouse beneath her skin as her heartbeat does the same. Her teeth graze along the sensitive, crimson flesh, eliciting a shiver from the depth of her deeply curved, feminine spine, where another had lay claim to her with urgency and desire as he pressed his seed deep within her long ago.
Each no longer barren, growing full and round with the unborn – and though she, herself, is uneasy with it, Jah-Lilah is not, and she is drawn to the sheer energy radiating from her. She is glowing and draped in luscious, thickened tresses that tickle along her cheek as her lips seek the tender column of her neck. She is enamored by her, her scent heady with pheromones and holly and pine, stirring a longing between her legs that had been forgotten amid her wallowing despair – and the scent of her does not go unnoticed. Though Jah-Lilah does not yield to her innermost, hidden desire to entangle herself with the coy and seductive creature pressing herself against her shapely physique, the dampness between her legs is more than telling of the crackling lust yearning to be set free.
The gentle swell of her barrel brushes alongside Jah-Lilah’s scarlet shoulder as she brushes the warmth of her body around her own, encircling her slowly and methodically. She is quiet, focusing instead of the steady hum of her heartbeat and the increase in her breathing, puffing soft and subtle clouds of fog from flared nostrils as Thana caresses her with a gentleness she is not known for. With urgency at bay, she aches to take her flesh between her teeth, to distract herself with a cry of anguish (and of delicious, delightful pleasure mixed with the sin of her pain) –
But she does not.
Her muzzle brushes along her hipbone, while the darkness of her parted lips caress the curve of her backside, where the long entanglement of her tail lay. The temptation is there to take her, to put herself in control again, to feel some sort of hold and power over another as she cannot seem to do for herself as she brings her closer to ecstasy with the fervent caress of her mouth - but again, she does not, knowing that somehow, she is untouchable.
That somehow, she cannot. That she should not.
She can sense her loneliness as her body writhes beneath her touch (had she been without the touch of her arduous lovers?). Quietly, she becomes still – staring out into the darkness from whence she came, lost to the burden of her own thoughts. She is breathless with the way her intestines are coiled with the soft, stirring movement of her own unborn child, growing, blossoming, and for a moment, her arousal is forgotten, and she is bound to the veracity once more.
With her shoulder aligned with hers once more, her gaze is met reluctantly, fire and ice, while Thana contemplates the wisdom within her intricately words imparted to her with insight and understanding.
”I am not like you,” but Jah-Lilah already knows it is true – moon and sun, a black hole to the endless, beautiful string of galaxies ”I do not feel powerful," she whispers against her flesh with uncertainty; a confession she dare not speak aloud to any other! Certainly not to Gryffen. ”I feel nothing like myself, and what if ..” Can she speak the root of her insecurity? Why should she, how could she confess it to her when she barely knows her but for the heat of her skin pressed against hers and a few witty, sour words exchanged in humor?
”.. I don’t want to be another broodmare. What if it is not the son I want? What if ..” she trails off moodily, burying her kiss into the intimate crease of her jaw instead of confronting the insecurity breathing down her own neck.