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Einarr
You feel the fire burning sweet within your skin You're holding on to all the branches crashing in
The warden was not truly prepared for what he had started, the can he had opened, but the drama that would ensue later mattered little to him right now. All that mattered was this moment, the bay mare before him, and the act they were about to commit together. The fire that spread through Einarr's body matched the heat he felt on the mare's own skin. Her black eyes glinted devilishly and Einarr shuddered, desire pulsing through him. Her bites left white-hot embers on his skin and he grunted again. Wings that were outstretched to his sides shifted upwards, feathers still ruffling and dancing in the warm wind. Megaera moved, and Einarr followed. The stallion made some remnant of an oof sound when the sultry sultana slammed her shoulder in to his, but the look in her eyes gave him all the green flag he needed.
Roughly, Einarr moved. He was well versed in this dance, but the wild roots he held did not go unnoticed. He was not awkward, but he was rugged. Continually he laced her withers with small bites--love bites, you could call them--each increasing in pressure with the increase in pleasure he felt.
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Einarr's massive head rest on Megaera's back, his lips carefully grooming at her feathered wings. His entire demeanor was relaxed, softened, and calm. Red-brown eyes hung at half-mast drunkenly--for he was truly drunk on her. Each breath was deep and purposeful, bringing in waves of her scent to memorize and keep for only himself. He had claimed her as his own, and she had claimed him. This was not like the sex he had with Histe--no, not even in the slightest. In some part of Einarr's mind, he knew this mare was going to be his from the first moment she challenged him. The thoughts only increased when she matched him during the Earth God's flood, and then again exponentially when she had become to surrogate, but true, mother of his brindled daughter.
Sighing deeply into her brown and black feathers, Einarr kept silent. There was no need for him to speak in this time of intimacy. |
@Megaera -- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BJk6gZuPKRE muse for this post
if you bury me, i'll bury you
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