Strange, strange, strange. Mordecai could not shake just how strange it was to be so close to someone she didn't know and to want them to be even closer, nor could she shake the excitement that made her heart beat faster. Unbidden, her body trembled, the anticipation and excitement building as his lips moved to her cheek. He was taking his time exploring her body and for once the girl had patience. Each touch was like a little spark of electricity shocking her system and she pressed her muzzle against his neck. "Anha tikh vo samvolat." Her voice was dark, her tone rough as she spoke and she nipped sharply at Ivezho. She was Dothraki, she was not some delicate princess that needed to be handled with care; she was born and bred to be a fighter. She could handle whatever Ivezho had to throw at her.

It was then, after she spoke, that he shoved his chest against her own and she could feel the weight of his head on her withers. She nipped at him again at him to encourage him to keep going. He stretched his wings and wrapped her up in them, holding her where she was as his carresses moved across her back. She, in turn, nibbled and nipped at his shoulder and neck and wherever else she could reach.

His wings fell away, the warmth of his embrace disappearing and leaving her warm flesh exposed to the cool air in their mountain top meadow. He worked his way down her body and as he did she was able to reach more of him. She bit at his withers, scraped her teeth against his back, and nipped at his belly.

Keep going...

Her breath was shallow, rapid, and she couldn't bite back the gasp when she felt his muzzle against the dock of her tail. It twitched, the tangled white threads of it whipping against Ivezho's chest as she turned her head to look at him. Lust had made her dark gaze even darker and she began to move, to turn so  that her back was to him.

Don't stop...

Mordecai looked over her shoulder at him, stepped back to press against him and encourage him to do what they both wanted. There was no stopping, no containing the wildfire that raged within the both of them. Only Ivezho could douse the flames of lust that he had ignited within her, but would he do it? Or would he be a demon, a beast and keep teasing her?



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Translation:
anha tikh vo samvolat - i will not break

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we can fade to black whenever c: