Instability [Tamira]

Instability [Tamira]

Thor the Gentle Heart Posts: 379

Hidden Account atk: 4 | def: 7 | dam: 7.5

Stallion :: Pegasus :: 17.3 :: 11 (TallSun) HP: 64.5 | Buff: NOVICE

Sabine :: Common Zephyr :: Roc Linds

10-30-2012, 11:25 PM (This post was last modified: 10-30-2012, 11:31 PM by Thor.)

THOR

And you swear I'm hard to lay beside

A guttural laugh bubbled up from my stomach and I couldn’t help the incessant grin that touched my lips. She was surely something else and it revived a darkened part of myself that had long since been forgotten. She moved closer and it gave me the opportunity to run my muzzle along her spine, caressing her skin with small nips and hot breath. I wanted to play this game just as hard as she did and I made sure that every nerve ending along her taut back was electric with my touch. “Need I remind you that females aren’t the only ones with an upper hand?” I chuckled softly keeping this game alive as I waited for the girl’s lighter side to return. I was almost giddy with this double-sided personality and it gave me a reason to smile on an otherwise routine day.

“I see that you are fishing for compliments, but I think that, as we’re both adults here, we can skip the subtleties.” I now tugged at a small strand of her mane and reeled away once more, nearly dancing around her like a child. If she wanted my attention, she would have to come and get it. I was no fool when it came to the ways of a woman; they would always come back simply because they didn’t get their way. It’s funny how they work sometimes, tempting and begging and then backing away when they got what they wanted. “Such a radiant young thing, eyes glowing with desires unnamed… Don’t play games if you wish to win my affections. I trust you are knowledgeable enough to know what I want and should you concede then we could avoid these foolish pretenses.”

I planned to push her to discomfort and keep her smiles lively until she had run out of time. Coming back to her company, I planted a loving nip upon her flank. If you want to contend with the likes of me, you might have to learn to play a little hardball love. As I moved up along her back to her neck and ending my journey at her woolen ears, I whispered softly so that she might feel my breath upon her face. “What is your name; you’re surely not the dove I’d encountered earlier. Does the devil bear a name in an angel’s disguise?”

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