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09-18-2015, 07:29 AM
rohan
how fickle my heart
how fickle my heart
She doesn’t need to say anything—her eyes are enough.
Smoldering beneath the haze of her smoke, their gaze is wanting, and the stallion’s lips curl into a whisper of a smirk before he reaches to press them against her skin. The warmth that is shared between them is enough to chase away the icy bite of Frostfall, replacing the chill on his back with a burning through his veins, igniting a primal desire that courses through every fiber of his body. With his touch brushing against her hips, her flanks, and trailing back up her spine as he comes to angle behind her, the stallion cares not for the gales that whip winter’s whiteness around them.
He can feel his heartbeat thumping against his ribcage, quickening at the anticipation with every breath he draws, the white wisps billowing from his nostrils and out across the mare’s back—like a silken curtain, a soft gown flowing over lover’s slender hips before melting into the bitter night. The night is theirs for the taking.
His body sings with the primal call of carnage desires, needs, as he rises up, the thick arch of neck draping over hers like a banner drapes across the domain, a claim. Fiercely, passionately, skillfully he takes her as his own. He is a practiced lover. Fervent and powerful, with lips whispering along her skin with promises they both have already broken. The sun would rise, and with its glistening rays, he would be gone—their love, their passion, chased away by morning’s light and tucked away for another time, perhaps.
He certainly wouldn’t mind seeing the black and purple temptress again.
notes; xD i figured we could end it right about here! Hope to thread with Z again!:D
“Speech.”
Smoldering beneath the haze of her smoke, their gaze is wanting, and the stallion’s lips curl into a whisper of a smirk before he reaches to press them against her skin. The warmth that is shared between them is enough to chase away the icy bite of Frostfall, replacing the chill on his back with a burning through his veins, igniting a primal desire that courses through every fiber of his body. With his touch brushing against her hips, her flanks, and trailing back up her spine as he comes to angle behind her, the stallion cares not for the gales that whip winter’s whiteness around them.
He can feel his heartbeat thumping against his ribcage, quickening at the anticipation with every breath he draws, the white wisps billowing from his nostrils and out across the mare’s back—like a silken curtain, a soft gown flowing over lover’s slender hips before melting into the bitter night. The night is theirs for the taking.
His body sings with the primal call of carnage desires, needs, as he rises up, the thick arch of neck draping over hers like a banner drapes across the domain, a claim. Fiercely, passionately, skillfully he takes her as his own. He is a practiced lover. Fervent and powerful, with lips whispering along her skin with promises they both have already broken. The sun would rise, and with its glistening rays, he would be gone—their love, their passion, chased away by morning’s light and tucked away for another time, perhaps.
He certainly wouldn’t mind seeing the black and purple temptress again.
notes; xD i figured we could end it right about here! Hope to thread with Z again!:D
“Speech.”
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