Albrecht

The problem with sex is that everyone thinks of it as a hunger, something that painfully grips at the senses, but can be satisfied and made dormant for a period of time, controlled through careful management and made tame, but that's not an accurate assessment. Sex is more like an addiction, a psychological craving reinforced and made stronger with each successive physical payoff. So it's not satisfaction the stallion feels after putting his magic and body to use with Sabia, but fixation.

He longs for more of the physical sensations, of course, but also finds that he likes the control of it too. He likes being able to press his own will on the mind of another and watch them bend to it, despite their own thoughts, feelings, and unquestionable ability to fight him off if it were a physical fight. Too bad for them, then, that it's not.

Under normal circumstances the old stallions libido might not have been able to reach such heights of intensity, his age and decrepitude holding it back, but with the added consciousness of his young and perfectly healthy companion, all matters of this subject are go. The young python takes part in everything that his bonded does, in the way that two mentally connected beings are always aware of and a part of each others activities, sexual encounters included. He has a libido of his own, the reckless and overpowered libido of a young man, now exasperated by his early introduction to the world of hard-ons.

It better not be touching me, the old stallion huffs internally, met first by a wash of embarrassment from the young snake and then a vindictive query. 'Or what?' The stallions ears pin, his eyes slitting and flicking upward, though he knows he won't be able to see the snake where he sits wrapped around the base of one horn, doing unspeakable things against the ridges there, continually aggravating both of their predicaments.

It's in this moment of inner - and partially outer - turmoil that the massive summer-hued pegasus touches down nearby, his heavy landing sending a spray of tiny, stinging flecks of ice buffeting against the old unicorns side. He stumbles, shivering, to a halt, his mouth open and shouting before he's even gotten a good look at the intruder. "What is it with you mother fucking pega-asses always dropping in on people unannounced?" About midway through his shouting is when the other stallions words register on his preoccupied mind, drawing his brows up in question and his attention back to his own poorly concealed condition, though his shaggy under-beard does help somewhat.



"Alby talks" 'Strom talks'
OOC // I was not expecting this, but I don't regret it. XD