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it's okay! <33 he has permission to do the do in your next post if you want - I'll go ahead and post her stats and everything and you can throw yours up whenever c:
@Déodat !
Teeth rasp against her shoulder, and her lips peel to exhale a throaty gargle of wanton lust. Her neck arches against his touch, but her head is still held submissively low, acknowledgement of her defeat. He speaks, and his voice is as husky as she had prayed for. Perhaps her scent, her ripeness, has had an effect on him after all. Shit, she hopes so. Being turned away now with the female equivalent of blue balls would damn near kill her.
You. Her heart pounds, her blood races. Her aching, sweating body screams for him, and that one, single word lets her know that he isn't immune to her female charms. Her mouth dries with anticipation, eyes rolling and tail elevating just so. "I am yours," she purrs, embracing his neck like a pair of dancing snakes. Yep, Nyx is gettin' the good D tonight. Of course, after the initial sating of her appetite, the silver knows she may have to contend with the possibility of a child. In her heat-fuelled state, driven by nature and the desire to reproduce, she hungers for a foal at her heels. A little miniature warmonger, her first on Helovian soil, sired by a man strong enough to best her in battle. A soldier of strong unicorn stock, born and bred for victory...Admittedly, being out of action with a stomach like a beached whale for the duration of her pregnancy is never appealing, but being a mother far outweighs the discomfort. First, though, there's the pleasurable business of creating said child. She swivels, presenting him with her rump, and arches her tail once more. She is his, open, waiting and ready, heart pounding with exertion and anticipation, ready to sin with the handsome blood bay as many times as he wants. To the victor goes the spoils, after all. |
Other characters have permission to use magic/violence against Nyx at any time.
