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02-07-2016, 12:02 PM
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Isopia Does your imagination try to make you what you wanted to be? Because I'm sorry I do what I did, but it came naturally @Volterra [SORRY AGAIN. Let me know if you want me to change any of the PP.] Even the youthful Vadir sounds more eloquent than Isopia does, but the demi-goddess nonetheless tries to wrap her lips around another hello for the golden queen. Isopia can feel Volterra's gaze upon her, but she casually does not meet it. She inspects everything to delay their gaze meeting - for even if he doesn't feel the tension mounting around them, she does - and eye contact will only confirm that they are in fact looking at each other. In any other situation where she was thinking reasonably, she would have shrugged off this moronic thought: Of course you're looking at each other. That's most often how you have a conversation. But this ... this felt entirely different. This felt like every small glance would give away the pulsing in her belly, that the small twitch of her lips upward would reveal the need in her soul, that her every word would be laced with her desire for him. And in that, her fear was not just for him finding out. But of having to acknowledge the feelings herself. Still-- It the rush of adrenaline, the delicious throb in her gut, the scream/laugh that was a permanent fixture in her throat, were too pleasurable to simply do away with. Even for one as emotionally detached as Isopia. You are...stunning "Yes. Dragons are stunning creatures." She answered almost immediately, shifting the compliment away from herself and onto the form she inhabited. "You would know. I think I would be quite the liability in the air Her pulse quickens, and her mind immediately conjures up more images of them flying together. Rarely boastful, for some reason Isopia can't seem to shake the desire to show off for Volterra. Perhaps it is some subconscious desire to prove herself, to show him that she is better than the others that he beds, or even just those he spends his time with. Her lineage has never meant much to her, but surely this sets her apart? Surely this will make him want her? (And then what, some sinister voice in the blackwater of her mind commented. He, who has been with so many, and you, who have been with none? Whatever impression you've left him with will disappear in the light of your ineptness in an area he so clearly excels at. Ahh. And that was the rub, wasn't it? The fine line. She had built him up so high in her mind that surely she could never actually be with him, lest all the illusions would shatter. No matter how much she might want to..) With her mind now completely saturated in thoughts of sex and dominance, Isopia lifted off of the rock on which she sat. An elongated grin was painted on her death-marked scales as she soared around to the right of Volterra. "We - fly-!" She called in quite the broken dialect to Vadir and Verzes as she rounded upon Volterra (hopefully) from the back. Trying to appear graceful and practiced, Isopia slid her arms around Volterra's withers and down to the powerful muscles of his chest, while her back legs tried to wrap around his belly. Her powerful wings and forward momentum pulled his giant feathered hooves off of the ground nearly instantly as the muscles in her forearms and legs contracted to pull his mammoth bulk closer to her elongated draconian body. Her mind immediately became electrified with sensation as she felt every ridge of his back pressed against her sensitive stomach-scales. Her breath hitched in her chest, though she tried to pass it off as related to the energy required to lift and carry him. But regardless of the odd power-switch occurring between the two, with Iso being on top and in control of things, they were flying. Isopia, a practiced flyer, had no trouble navigating a second body-weight. She couldn't bank as quickly or sharply and her ascent was much slower, but Volterra didn't pose quite the flight-risk that she thought he might. She wrapped herself even further against him as she soared higher, and Helovia fell away from them. The dragon-girl soared after Vadir and Verzes with Hubris following swiftly in their wake. They were going far too quickly to speak to one another - the wind would just rush their words away - but every now and then Isopia would lower her draconian skull close to Volterra's ear - purely out of aerodynamics of course. In those moments, he could likely hear the shaky pulse of her breathing. But of course her heart was likely racing just because she was flying with a fully grown equine, and not for any other reason. Isopia, who had been sparring and training more, was in better shape than ever she had been. But still, flying around with Volterra was taxing. Banking around, the demi-goddess began to slowly glide back towards the peak that they took off from. Despite how exhausted she was, she almost didn't want the flight to end. It was like the day that they had built her hottub and then tested it out. They had been forced to touch then, and so all of the expectation of what would come next, was put on hold. Similarly now, Isopia could enjoy the waves of static pleasure racing through her body, without necessarily having to address them. Flapping her wings and leaning backwards slightly, Iso tried to slow down enough that Volterra could simply touch back down in the meadow. But the strain upon her already exhausted wings was far too great and she couldn't remain stable for long. Instead as his hooves touched down and the weight was released from her, so too was the magic that bound her body together. She went from being a dragon with her arms wrapped around him, to a tri-brid slipping off of his shoulders. The transformation came quickly, and by the time Iso's feet touched the ground, all were hooves once again. Her body shakily leaned against his side, with one one still draped over him. For a moment, her mind focused only on catching her breath and was almost unaware of the fact that they were still touching, even though the flight was over and she had no further reason to press herself again him. |
