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08-04-2016, 03:47 AM
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The shivers echoing over each of his ribs was just one of the countless foreign sensations the young stallion felt. Every breath was accompanied with an exhilarating jolt to the spine; it caused his steps to become more fluid, his tail swishing and neck arching as he breathed gently against his porcelain doves nostrils. For a few moments he could understand why so many went mad over mares, why so many brutes disregarded a faes wishes and had their deceitful way with them. These sensations were truly indescribable, nothing he had ever felt at any other time in his life. "I want...." "...you" The doves whispers only elevated his desire. Here the lovers stood under a weeping willow, away from any prying eyes. A perfect secret rendezvous. Tilney had no real intentions for coming here this night, only perhaps he wished time could freeze and they could spend forever under this perfect willow. Not only was the night theirs, but they belonged to each other. His chestnut hide burned with desire and every seering touch it made with that of his ivory lass. At first he could only sheepishly stand beside her, fearful he might lose control of his emotions or his tongue, maybe even his body? Gradually he inched his bodice closer until his skin rested against that of the ice princess, the prince of the sun trailing his muzzle down her spine. It was only then, as his emerald gaze found hers of bright, perfect amber, did his intentions begin to turn. Was it time to consumate their courtship? Become a truly mated pair? Biology was taking lead. |
@Arah
Wander or Leave
turn in to winter lights
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