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01-29-2016, 03:01 AM
Ivezho
It was an intense, fierce collections of moments, each one as vivid as the last, each one profound, exquisite, extraordinary.
Each touch lit a new flame on his senses, each bite was returned by his own lips, his teeth scraping at her skin, his tongue leaving marks as it tasted her sweat, her musk, her. It engulfed him, the flames of their desire, their lust, and he was consumed, wholly and completely - he glowed, a beacon upon heaven's mountaintop, a stallion in all senses of the word, a boy yearning to recognise his manhood, a beast ready to take it, to claim it.
It was deep and guttural, the echo that rumbled through his barrel and croaked through his gullet. It was sensual, as she pressed herself close to him - did flames dance between their frames, or was it just desire? It was torturous, the waiting, the decision (and he was so close, so close to relinquishing control altogether, to succumbing to the beast and just taking her, for he didn't know if he could contain it any longer, he was so close, so close..)
And then he felt the pale strands of her tail splash against him, he smelt her wholly, completely, and he relinquished that control.
It was instinctual, the urge to rise and embrace her hips with his fores, the desire to spread his wings over hers and clamp then down to her side. His teeth reached out, aiming to bite and hold firmly the maned base of her neck.
Ivezho wasn't going to douse the flames of desire that was raging between them.
He was going to turn it into an inferno.
@Mordecai
Each touch lit a new flame on his senses, each bite was returned by his own lips, his teeth scraping at her skin, his tongue leaving marks as it tasted her sweat, her musk, her. It engulfed him, the flames of their desire, their lust, and he was consumed, wholly and completely - he glowed, a beacon upon heaven's mountaintop, a stallion in all senses of the word, a boy yearning to recognise his manhood, a beast ready to take it, to claim it.
It was deep and guttural, the echo that rumbled through his barrel and croaked through his gullet. It was sensual, as she pressed herself close to him - did flames dance between their frames, or was it just desire? It was torturous, the waiting, the decision (and he was so close, so close to relinquishing control altogether, to succumbing to the beast and just taking her, for he didn't know if he could contain it any longer, he was so close, so close..)
And then he felt the pale strands of her tail splash against him, he smelt her wholly, completely, and he relinquished that control.
It was instinctual, the urge to rise and embrace her hips with his fores, the desire to spread his wings over hers and clamp then down to her side. His teeth reached out, aiming to bite and hold firmly the maned base of her neck.
Ivezho wasn't going to douse the flames of desire that was raging between them.
He was going to turn it into an inferno.
@Mordecai
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