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10-19-2016, 04:24 PM
The Fury of Fire
"Only when it's fun." She responded with a sly smile, lashes fanned in his direction with her words. This was one way to relieve the tension, and while she still prefered the clash of hooves and teeth in the arena to release the tension pent up in her body, this was proving a pleasant change of scenery. Besides, the antlered stallion didn't look like he would last long, she'd eat him alive, and not in the way a stallion usually wanted a mare to.
"Not always, but it is ever so pleasurable when I do." Nephele retorted in a lilted tune, while she was mildly interested to know why the unicorn was tired, the question was buried under a multitude of other things which bubbled and frothed beneath her obsidian pelt, and rolled around in her mind. The thought of carrying away something from this encounter was the furthest thing in her mind, despite the fact it should be at the very front, last time she had played a dangerous game, she'd come away with two bouncing bundles of joy. "You make it sound like you've never met a challenging mare in your life, for a well traveled gentleman such as yourself, I thought you'd be able to handle it just that little bit better."
She would admit it was a bit cheeky of her, if not a whole lot of flirtation, to knock her hips into his. She wanted a reaction, and some small part of her already knew that beneath the hankering to simply kick and chip at something until her bones ached and her muscles groaned was being replaced by a need to have that itch scratched in another way. Her hind gives a subtle sway as her weight shifted, her delicately chiselled face tilted to watch him curiously as she gauged his reaction. Had he never met a forward mare before? What kind of delicate little flowers did they breed on the mainland these days?
Did she have to do everything herself? Maybe if she'd thumped him straight off the bat this would be moving a lot more faster.
"What do you think I'm doing?" A flick of her tail sent it curling toward him once more before it fell back around her hooves. Her wings fanned out from her sides, feathered fans to further display her ample assets. An invitation, or another taunted question? "You need to relax and loosen up, dear. You're looking rather tense." A snort vibrated from her pierced nostrils as that sentimental little note at the end. It was time to see if the stag had a wild note in him, able to have a dance with the devil and have a little fun in the process. "Scared to have a little fun?"
Love, my territory of kisses and volcanoes.
@Tilney
“She was beautiful, but she was beautiful in the way a forest fire was beautiful: something to be admired from a distance, not up close.”
― Terry Pratchett
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