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Wicked Ways - Tembovu - 10-12-2015 Tembovu
continued from hereA low grunt escapes him as his hooves solidly connect with Nyx’s haunches and flank, pain lacing through his right side as the shock travels up his body. A second, louder grunts forces its way from his lungs as his hooves land heavily in the water, another jar of pain jolting through his chest. The large splash from his hooves leaves his hind legs and underbelly dripping with water, but he pays it no mind. Instead, he quickly glances over his left shoulder to see the damage his large hooves have inflicted. The view is spectacular— not only from the muscular and rounded haunches of the athletic warrior, but also from the array of colors immediately blossoming on her sweat slicked skin. Guilt twinges in his barrel, for he had lost his head during the spar and hadn’t checked his strength during his last attack. Somewhat stiffly, he mirrors her motions to hobble around and face each other. A bark of laughter at her words is cut short by another bolt of pain through his side. He ignores it, but cannot help the brief grimace that flashes across his masked face, which is darkened in patches by sweat. “Can I, now? Well, I suppose that makes us even,” a roguish grin crosses his thick lips. Slowly, he starts to walk towards her, sweeping strides sending waves rippling away from the thick columns of legs. The smoldering lust in his cobalt eyes leaps into flame as his gaze meets her bold one. Passing his right side to her, wounds on full display, he languidly reaches his head to the icy water. Taking a leisurely, sucking sip as he approaches her haunches, he stands hock-deep in the water barely melted from Frostfall. Unhurriedly raising his great head to her haunches, his wet muzzle drips the icy water on her bruised skin— hovering above her hot coat for a few moments. Then slowly, but not gently, the broad, velveteen surface smooths the frigid moisture over her now slick skin. “Is this preferable to my hooves?” his deep voice rumbles against at her hind. He traces the line in her haunches, then nips the muscle there, just outside the edge of the bruise. “I think your approach to bedding has worked out for me, after all,” you can hear the amused smirk in his voice. show me your wicked, wicked ways
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ooc| I can edit this if you need/want me to <3 :D hehe RE: Wicked Ways - Nyx - 10-13-2015
@Tembovu it's fine! :D RE: Wicked Ways - Tembovu - 10-13-2015 Tembovu
He is surprised by the defeated submission Nyx meets his approach with. Her averted gaze and demure silence goad the stirring muscles into happy action in the base of his barrel (he is her alpha, after all)— but it also unsettles something in the recesses of his mind. This is an echo of his past. A distorted reminder of what he had been before he came here. But there was not false pretense here. Both mare and stallion sparred equally, neither was the manipulator or manipulatee. So it is but a faint, inaccurate imitation. Thus, his misgivings are easily trumped by her sharp intake of breath and throaty rumble of pleasure. A rough chuckle vibrates his barrel at her words (much to the misfortune of his rib). “This has certainly not been boring, Nyx,” he half-agrees with her. He does not want to think of monogamy now that the hot-blooded stallion is so keen to test her strength. Can she withstand the the elephant she has teased and provoked into arousal? “Stallions.” The plurality at the end of the word irks him. He cannot help it. Even though he has no claim on this wanton warrior— he does not wish to think of the other studs how have walked this path before him. So, instead, he again unleashes his teeth. First gently nipping on her bruise as she boldly meets his eyes with her taunting words. Then roughly tugging her tail in answer to her question. “I think the question is if your hind can handle ‘getting some D’,” his voice is rough, growling with dark humor as he mimics her choice of vocabulary. The carnal craving that thickened and heated his blood diverted his mind away from the aches of his right side. He didn’t feel the broken bone, bruised muscle, or gouged skin. He felt only the salacious need for this mare. The need that was had been whipped into a frenzy by their duel. And continued to grow in the face of such a striking, worthy adversary amid the pheromones in the grove. He moved then, in an abrupt splash of icy water that did nothing to the raging heat of mare and stallion. —bow chicka wowow— He lands heavily on his hooves beside her, another spray of icy water that served to cool their legs and underbellies. The glen is silent now, oppressively so. Lacking the lust that had driven his motions, words, and even attacks, uncertainty began to settle into the elephantine stud. An ear flicked and an eye glanced sideways towards her. What now? There was no need (or want?) for caresses or affectionate words. The spar was won. The deed was done. In the aftermath of such vigorous exercise atop Nyx, his right side began to ache acutely. Biting thoughts poisonously think he deserves the pain radiating through his chest. He grits his teeth against it, muscle leaping in the broad expanse of his jaw. “I’ll head back to the Edge, now. I think I’m to meet Mauja about glass spikes…” his low voice trails off, realizing that this information is unnecessary. Nyx does not need to know his plans or meetings. A small, unsettled sigh escapes him. Though, despite speaking of departure, he lingers, legs not fully committed to leave the athletic warrior just yet. Show me your wicked, wicked ways
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@Nyx RE: Wicked Ways - Nyx - 10-14-2015
@Tembovu RE: Wicked Ways - Tembovu - 10-24-2015 Tembovu
“The woman who gave you up must be touched in the head.” Black-rimmed ears twitch at her words. A strange combination of guilt, pride, and satisfaction swelled in him. Though the elephant had never heard a complaint from a mare he had mounted, a stallion’s ego was always willing to be stroked. So it spread a lopsided, shit-eating grin on his face— despite the anonymous mention of Rexanna that sent a thread of guilty panic coiling his barrel. Aggressive sparring and sated lust had exhausted the anger and rejection he had felt about the golden mare. And, after being so thoroughly satisfied, he was staring at the cool silver hide of a warrior— not the soft golden pelt of his Rex. But Nyx had been an incredible spar partner. And being atop her had been beyond pleasurable. Her words had been right— what he needed to hear. Ears splay sideways in the face of such a bewildering mix of sensations. “I’d like to think she is,” he murmurs quietly, in troubled agreement with Nyx’s flattery. Though he quickly drops that line of conversation— unsettled gaze drifting away from the alluring sight of the sweat-slicked, post-coital mare. Her throaty, sated voice jokes as she drifts further into the chilly water, bringing his blue flecked eyes to her electric form once again. “I’m not at all sure what a post-coital mare like yourself wants to hear, Nyx,” though he knew she spoke in jest, Tembovu’s disorientation with the situation brings true words from him in response. “I doubt you want to hear the flattery of how athletic a partner you are. Or that it’s been a long while since a woman has so thoroughly exhausted me,” his voice rumbled with both sincerity and slight amusement— for indeed he was tired down through his big bones. With playful jealousy he watches her cool her hot skin in the waves. He knew the cold moisture would only bring a sharp sting to the open, sluggishly bleeding wound on his side. He listens again to her husky voice, wondering if he will ever be able to hear it without thinking of their time in the glen. It would certainly make meeting more interesting. “Yes, they are for border protection. First, I’ll fill in the gaps between the standing parts of wall with spikes. But I think Mauja’s plan is to replace the wall entirely,” his deep rumbles into silence as he takes a few steps deeper in the water instead of towards the Edge. The liquid reaches the bottom of his barrel now— and he is unwilling to subject his pleasantly warmed studly jewels to a frigid bath. He lowers his head once again, taking a small drink. Though his dark blue eyes and ears stay perked and trained on the silver warrior. Show me your wicked, wicked ways
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@Nyx sorry about how late this! <3 RE: Wicked Ways - Nyx - 11-02-2015
@Tembovu RE: Wicked Ways - Tembovu - 11-02-2015 Tembovu
He outright grins, finally easing into this unique tête-à-tête that he had not yet experienced, as she called him a flatterer. This wasn’t so strange, not with this silver warrior. He splashes water carefully along his wounded side, cleaning out the dirt and debris from the horn-gash. Seeing her hobble in the water makes a small thrill of satisfaction run through him— at least he was not the only one with wounds to remember this battle by. Gritting his teeth against the deep sting as the water rinsed a dilute red color, he swung to listen to Nyx once again. An outright bark of laughter— one his rib immediately regretted— follows her innuendo. “Indeed, we wouldn’t want that,” his low voice rumbles with amusement as a wry, lopsided smile covers his marked face. “It’s been a pleasure, Nyx,” and he watches the hobbling, admirable, and bruised backside of the silver warrior walk away from him. A pleasure indeed, her rump swaying towards the Edge. Shaking his giant head gently, he lowered his head once again to quench a more basic thirst. Mentally, he clung to the satisfied, post-coital ego instead of the raging conscience that waited to shred him. That would be for a later time— a lonely time. He sights gently, probing his broken reflection in the rippling waters. What a mess. Once more into the fray
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@Nyx what a fun thread <3 :D |