He was not surprised that she was pushing him on this. Ampere was his biggest advocate, but also his loudest dissenter. She was there when the Sun God raised him to power, and again when he was raised even higher - ascended. Both those moments of glory were eclipsed by the much more routine constant criticisms that she offered him. Were it any other member of his herd, he might have told them to leave long ago. If they were so dissatisfied with his leadership, there were no shackles chaining them here - they could go anytime they liked. But Ampere ... His mind wouldn't let her go, and so he bore her betrayals with patience only motivated by lusty greed. He wanted her near, regardless of the costs.
Gaucho felt the hot and repetitive breaths of her anger, and he inhaled deeply - breathing her own hostility back at her.
As her muscles coiled and her daggers hummed, Gaucho's body readied itself. He would beat her down into the sands, and still she wouldn't understand. In that instant he knew something fundamental had changed within himself - part of him wanted to talk about this, rather than fight. Gaucho found his mind frustrated by the fact that Ampere once again jumped to conclusions. She had acted this way when he brought Hotaru home as well. This time, all of her assumptions were wrong. What made it worse was that she must have known it. Why else would her daggers be thrown at his wings, as opposed to her words being thrown at his ears? It was because she was wrong, and Gaucho hated her for it. He hated that he would have to satisfy his cravings for her body on this - on Confutatis, the demon mare who kidnapped children, left hers in exile, but who remained protected on his sands. She didn't deserve Ampere as her champion.
As Ampere's nose dove towards his knees, all thoughts of discussion fled. His mind was only focused on the two of them now, and the heat and blood of their bodies.
Gaucho would not rise up as Ampere likely wished him to. Instead, as her teeth looked for the skin of his knees, he tried to ram his bones into her waiting mouth. His large hooves moved slowly out of the watery sands, but they did move - and always forward. He wouldn't give an inch. Not to this. Not to her. He kept his antlered skull raised somewhat, so that should she suddenly rear up, her poll would not be able to find his jaw.
He felt a stinging in his knees, but nothing compared to what he felt in his wings. Pain raked through his wings simultaneously from mirrored positions. Her daggers had found their way through his secondary feathers. Their momentum plucked a few blackened feathers, but also let blood dribble from the thin skin that stretched over his flight bones. It was like a magnified paper cut on both sides. Gaucho felt himself snarl his pain into Ampere's upturned and tousled mane, more as a frustrated response to Ampere's attack. Her use of daggers felt cold and impersonal. If she was going to draw blood, she should have to taste it herself.
"PRISONER NOT THE SAME AS SLAVE." He roared back as water splashed at his chest and belly.
As her body sprang towards him, his already outspread (and now bloody) wings sprang forward as if to embrace a lover leaping into his waiting arms as his forelegs rose off of the ground as well. His wings sought to wrap around her shoulders like some horrible reminder of how the two had been together once. Blood dripped from his feathers, likely onto her shoulders and back if his embrace was true. As her hooves thundered out against his chest, Gaucho realized just how much smaller she was than he. Her body was so compact and bursting with energy - her 'punches' at such a close range left bruises but no open wounds. Still, as his own forelegs tried to intertwine in her own, he felt his chest muscles already stiffening from her assault. With force and aggression he shoved and flailed. His intent was to not only use his hooves and power to shove Ampere back down, but to use his height to possibly hit her in the mouth or cheek with one of his knees. As her jaw snaked around to try and bite him however, he let his nose rise up towards the sky defensively. Her teeth left only love-bites on his neck, as their embrace slowly broke apart.
Intimacy draped in violence. It suited them.
WC: 779
Attack: 1/4
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Got me in chains for your love [GAUCHO challenge]
