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08-15-2015, 02:54 PM
As she pushes her plush, velvet muzzle against his, he sighs. The caress is small, but he feels it deep in his barrel and it echoes in his groin. But that feeling is ignored as her gaze returns his searching one. Her eyes are sad, and maybe scared? The beautiful teal is duller, as dull as her usually sensual voice.
His darkening eyes flick over her body, her delicate shivering with every snowflake that graced it. Unease creeps into his body, making him more rigid, taller. Deep blue eyes sweep back to her lovely, if nervous, face. His gut screamed at him. It told him she was a royal, she was used to playing with the lives of men. He had seen this in his life, he had fought it.
But, this was also his Rexanna. The mare who had opened up so easily to him, like a flower in the sun. It had been so long since he had been the sun to anyone- he had been a conduit of deceit, collapse, and vengeance. A victor of justice- but a victor always has victims. Rexanna, his delicate princess, had been so forthcoming, so honest. With such ease.
He forced himself to give her the benefit of the doubt. This was not a power hungry queen before him. With a slow exhale, he pushes his now tense muscles to relax, lowering his head that had risen with his unease. Though his body was at ease, his mind was a harder beast to control. Beneath the calmness of his eyes raged a stormy sea.
“I am always here to listen to you, Rex,” his low voice was calm and quiet. And he waited, collectedly meeting her troubled gaze.
His darkening eyes flick over her body, her delicate shivering with every snowflake that graced it. Unease creeps into his body, making him more rigid, taller. Deep blue eyes sweep back to her lovely, if nervous, face. His gut screamed at him. It told him she was a royal, she was used to playing with the lives of men. He had seen this in his life, he had fought it.
But, this was also his Rexanna. The mare who had opened up so easily to him, like a flower in the sun. It had been so long since he had been the sun to anyone- he had been a conduit of deceit, collapse, and vengeance. A victor of justice- but a victor always has victims. Rexanna, his delicate princess, had been so forthcoming, so honest. With such ease.
He forced himself to give her the benefit of the doubt. This was not a power hungry queen before him. With a slow exhale, he pushes his now tense muscles to relax, lowering his head that had risen with his unease. Though his body was at ease, his mind was a harder beast to control. Beneath the calmness of his eyes raged a stormy sea.
“I am always here to listen to you, Rex,” his low voice was calm and quiet. And he waited, collectedly meeting her troubled gaze.
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