My stomach curled with a warmth that had been borne from dread and ultimately a sense of guilt. I had lied and it had rolled so easily off my tongue, like butter, sizzling in the heat and slowly losing shape before burning into a browned, invisible matter. It was as if all of my former morals have evaporated and been replaced by this strange, new alter ego that not only did I enjoy, I would soon come to love. It was a sense of freedom from the rules and regulations that I had been taught as a child and it thrilled me to succumb to the sick intentions of a mind far darker than my own. But I was none like the mare, or should I say mares before me. It was a thought that brought a tremble of laughter to my lips that echoed silently against my teeth before collapsing into wisps crystal comets as it exploded into the frozen breeze. It was as if all my nerves were tinged with venom and the discourse was pleasing, even sickening in such a way that made me smile despite the obvious torture that moved Tamira into dazed confusion.

She had accepted me now, unaware of the physical assault that I had mapped out in my head, specifically intended for her very own body, if not her own mind. The thought pulsed loud in clear in my head and for a moment, I allowed myself the pleasantries of role playing the scenes one image at a time over and over through my mind. One, two, three… One, two three. It was a vicious cycle that refused to cease and I could feel the tension growing in my bones, building and stiffening until I felt I was about to burst. However, all sexual vacancies became apparent as her soothing voice graced my ears. This was certainly not Myriad, for her words would have been aggressive, hot with challenges that light my mouth to flames and ultimately deeper with passion that was not shamed. To hear such dialect after all that I had witnessed today, I was sure that I would break, lose control and burst from the heady sensations of need. Curse you, I thought as I pressed my heels into the hardened seat of the devil’s roof… Even the flames of hell would feel better than this burning flesh I wear upon bones that are too thick with desire.

“To quell… I have done no such thing-”, For my need is not quelled in the least my fine friend “- however, I find that perhaps those before me have misread your condition, I think I can help.” Help myself to your delicacies, relieve your stress… No matter how I approached her, no matter how hard I tried to contain this temptation that grew inside me like a parasite, I could not, would not, let it fade away. I knew I had to find a way to induce Myriad from the other mare’s subconscious and in this way, I would not only be helping Tamira conquer her strange abilities, but I would be helping myself to conquer these dark emotions that danced like small, tainted fairies inside my head, cooing softly like sirens asking for release. Their song was harmonious to the beat of my heart, thump, thump, thumping like a drum, endless and steady as if giving my motivation to push on and seize this moment for all its worth.

I had no intentions of turning it down.

[W/C: 585]
[OOC: This turned out much better than the last, I'm loving this new side of him & on a side note, the happy juice to make me feel better gives me muse!]