Having her so close was torture, Like water in hot oil. His mind knew he needed to rally away, to do what was honourable by Sohalia, and leave some room for her memory between the two of them. You promised.. His mind urged, but his body ignored it. After all, where was she? Where had Sohalia even gone. He knew, deep down, blaming his desire to be unfaithful on her absence wasn't fair. That wasn't part of their agreement. But it came to him so easily, satisfied and soothed his mind, especially with Ampere wrapped up in his wings. Every part of him that touched a part of her screamed for more. The irrational and primal heat of it all swamped his thoughts momentarily, and thanks to some sick logic, he found himself actually silently thanking Confutatis. Thanking her for being the miscreant that she was, for giving him a reason to capture her and rally Ampere against him.
As her voluptuous rear spun his way, seemingly in slow motion thanks to the sand and the water, all thoughts of Confutatis disappeared. There was only Ampere's ...
thud
Her hooves struck the muscles of his bicep and the bones of his forearm. He had forgotten what a punch she could pack when given the distance to do so. So trained had his eyes been on the curve and swell of her rear, of the feathers that sprouted out of blue and black, that he hadn't even bothered to move out of the way of what he knew was coming. But then, that was them all over: taking the pleasure regardless of the inevitable pain. A dull thud ached through his chest, but it was comparatively minor. Her attacks had seemingly softened as much as her words had.
"Only take when needed. And not forever."
Lunging forward, his forelegs lifted out of the sands and aimed for either side of her - almost as if he was mounting her. The temptation was far too great to do anything else when her blue behind was so close, regardless of who was watching. This was clearly not just about Confutatis, there was still something underneath that spurned her ire towards Gaucho in a way that didn't manifest quite like this towards anyone else. If it was about sex, that might as well be addressed. Gaucho hoped his bulk would prevent her from bucking, given that if his lunge had been successful his belly and groin would be fully exposed behind her. But his intent was not to mount her, no matter how strong he aimed his grip to be on her flanks. Fiery wings, still outstretched, tried to hover around her ears like blinders focusing her attention on him, as his dark muzzle reached forward. "You restrict Zero's freedom. To keep him safe. Restrict when necessary. Give when necessary. It how he learns. How you keep him safe." His words were unnecessarily soft, meant only for her. He would not speak his offspring's name with hate or malice in his voice. While it had never been confirmed, Gaucho couldn't believe that Zero belonged to anyone other than him. And although emotional manipulation hadn't been his intent, surely the position that he had tried to force them into, combined with the name of their illegitimate child, would resonate with Ampere.
But even the softness of his words could not disguise the huskiness that lined every syllable. The fire on his wings paled in comparison to that which was in his belly, as it screamed for his mind to submit to his most base instincts. If she offered herself in return, Gaucho would do anything Ampere asked of him; the heat and smell of her was that strong.
Pulling back, Gaucho tried to drag his teeth along Ampere's neck, biting as he went, though aiming a much harder bite on the left side of her shoulder, near her wing joint. As his body pulled off of hers, he spun defensively to the right, trying to force them to be perpendicular. If she was going to kick again, better he take the brunt of it on his hindquarters, than his flanks or chest.
The feeling of cold that permeated out of the places where they had touched felt like ice in his mind and loins. He could barely force himself to talk through his lusty haze.
"This her own doing. She not be here forever." He spat, ears flat against his skull. "You prefer Gaucho kill her? Cripple her? Or give her food and shelter in Throat until she learns her lesson? Basin already tried talking to her, it not work. She try to steal others, steal pregnant mares, and torture foals. This best she gets."
Gaucho happy to keep fighting about it if it keeps you close...
WC: 800
Attack: 2/4
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Got me in chains for your love [GAUCHO challenge]
