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06-29-2016, 02:39 PM
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Though Gaucho is rarely prideful, he does swell slightly to see her eyes drop. That is something Ampere rarely ever did, for she was not one to ever submit, even when beat. She had passed out at his hooves rather than give in to his mind and his body, and seeing Nyx accept what was so clearly laid out before her, maybe him all the more appreciative of her. Gaucho's wings rose slightly from his flanks as she neared. The effect made him look all the larger, and it caused a warm glow to cascade down his flanks. The reflected light also played on Nyx's pale canvas, highliting the curves and darkening the valleys of her body. This was no tender moment - nothing like love or adoration passed between the two - whereas in other moments he might have used one of his wings to raise her chin so that her eyes might meet his, he remained still. Though he wanted her to look at him. That he had defeated her was already in the past, and although it might be a new feeling for Nyx, it was not for Gaucho. He had never been bested on the battlefield, and he had not expected Nyx to conquer him. However he did not expect her to merely stare at her hooves. He might have moved to force the issue, but suddenly she was speaking. And while he knew it wasn't necessarily an act on her part - she genuinely seemed respectful of her defeat - he knew that she wasn't broken. She might have said anything to him; it wasn't her words that mattered, but her tone. Her tone was like the sound of a silk robe falling off of a naked hip onto a marble floor. It was like the blowing out of a candle to leave a room bathed in moonlight. But it was also the sound of leather tightening on skin, or limbs being tied to a bedpost. Gaucho's breath expelled from his lips in a hot and heady stream in response. The blue stripes on his chest danced as he took a step forward, wings still raised as if enclosing them in a cave of fire and sex, but it took all his will power to refrain from using his flaming appendages to thrust her chin upwards and towards him, to feel her yielding flesh beneath his teeth, and to force her body into the positions that he knew would be most pleasing for them both. Ampere had always known what he wanted - Sohalia too. The Wildfire found something pleasing in the uncertainty that spread out before him. It was clear that Nyx wanted and matched the fire the boiled in his loins, but how to proceed? The dun wasn't nervous or uncertain - quite the opposite. He was confident in his ability to chart the new waters of this mare's body and instinctively knew it would satisfy - or at least silence - the troubled web that Sohalia and Ampere had wrapped around him. "Yes." He agreed huskily, taking another step forward. His muzzle was held high despite the arch of his neck, and now he allowed it to lower to the crest of her own neck. Gently enough that she should be able to feel the hairs of his muzzle touching her skin (for Gaucho's surprising elegance and control extended beyond the battlefield), he whispered, "Gaucho -." He meant to say hungry, but the word caught thickly in his throat and died there as a lusty grunt replaced the word. He then proceeded to press his muzzle against her, allowing the bone that lingered in his nose to trail down the curve of her neck-muscle, led by the insistent biting of his teeth along her side. His destination was clear - his ears were trained on the dock of her tail, but his movements were tempered and calculated. He was not some lust-struck colt, but a veteran of both the battlefield and bedroom, with an opponent equally as well versed. @Nyx Gaucho the Wildfire
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