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Give in to me | azzuen

Cassiopeia Posts: 171
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Mare :: Pegasus :: 15 hands :: 8 years old
Phantom
#1



let it break upon you
like a wave upon the sand


This truly was a divine place. Its inclination was certainly worthy of the title "heavenly" for the billowing clouds that encompassed it gave it an air of anomalous beauty. It was a meadow suitable for the gods, and although the heat had stolen a parcel of its usual beauty, the Sun God's wrath had not fully impoverished its loveliness. She had not set hoof upon its soil for some time now - since before her daughter had been brought into the world - and although it had not varied drastically from what her memory could recall, she could visibly detect the differences in its landscape.

Curiosity had drawn her here, and she could not deny the urge. She was also hoping that Azzuen would follow her here, as it seemed to be an admirable habit or his. It would be a perfect time to renew and strengthen the bond between them, as she was desiring of his sole presence. Don't get her wrong, she loved her daughter unrestrainedly, but a little reprieve from the responsibilities of maternity would do well for her. As she grazed selectively of the swaying foliage at her hooves, she awaited her handsome knight's arrival with patience and intent, confident he would eventually appear. He always did.



Ázzuen the Ardent Posts: 94
Deceased
Stallion :: Pegasus :: 15.1 :: 8
Whit
#2
The stallion had been sweltering in the season. His dark coat seemed to attract the heat, even when the sun went below the horizon his form still radiated warmth that wasn’t attributed to the normal metabolic functions of his masculine bodice. Dreadlocked mane seemed to stick to his thick nape, sweat constantly giving his hide a dark sheen. He was irritable when he was on duty, only when his bodice was submerged beneath their lake and his wings created a breeze to cool him off did his temper seem to simmer down.

It was after such a dunk in the clear refreshing liquid that the steed then tracked his beloved, tilting his wings to follow her towards the gracious fields that were indeed heavenly in description. That they held an angel in their grasses – for Cassiopeia was nothing less than an angel to him – made the title all the more fitting. His short summer coat was already dry and cool from the flight, but his thick mane and tail still dripped the cooling droplets. Muscular frame flew over the femme whom held his heart, and purposefully he shook his nape to loosen some of the wetness, so that it might shower unto her and in turn cool her down too.

A devious grin was upon his face, his eyes held a glint that could only be described as cheek, as the steed directed his landing a few strides away from the roan belle, his broad wings flapping with practised co-ordination to ease his robust frame onto the loam. Grasses bent away from him, dry that they were, they were slow to rise again. Shaking his handsome crown he looked at the maiden, having originally planned on feigning ignorance of her presence, he found himself unable to do so – he was simply too easily drawn towards her.

Arched nape carried his magnificent physique towards her, his hooves appeared to be floating across the loam as he paraded in a large circle around her. Snorting and tossing his head here and there, he made it obvious that he longed for her attention – heck, he was feeling frisky today, maybe he could inspire the same feelings in her as she did without even trying in him?

Cassiopeia Posts: 171
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Mare :: Pegasus :: 15 hands :: 8 years old
Phantom
#3



let it break upon you
like a wave upon the sand


There she stood, the zephyr gently caressing the silken tendrils of her encolure, affectionately sweeping and twirling the lengthy strands through her docile fingers. Pinnate appendages were held out from her fine anatomy, broadened and extensive as a few of the ebony tipped plumes brushed across the dehydrated stalks below. She relished in the fading intensity of the sun as it sequentially sunk from its position in the ever darkening sky.

Soon enough, a shadow streaked across the ground, then overtop of her reminiscently silvern form. She tilted her angelic tiara upward to catch a glimpse of him, a shower of cool water cascading down upon her. Perspiration adhered to some regions of her figure so that dark patches marred her chromatic coat. A morsel of thin, white foam had constituted within the shallow furrow of her fleshy bosom and the underside of her barrel between the crevice of her forelegs. Despite the constant descent of the sun, the world was still ignited in a drone of warmth and the conflagration was currently in the process of being extinguished at an ever quickening pace. She was growing weary of the heat.

She turned away as he alighted, exuding ignorance to his presence save the shimmering gaze she held upon him, slender face lowered as her tasseled tail swayed demurely behind her voluptuous haunches. A nicker bubbled in her throat as he shook his comely, august head, gracefully hoisting her own once again into the air. She watched as he moved with patent gallantry around her, masculine profile displayed proudly as he did so.

An alluring grin had snaked it's way onto her features. She pranced graciously toward him, slackening the tempo of her gait as she grew nearer (which didn't take long) and brushed her velvet muzzle across his ebony skin. She had all but halted once her head had reached his withers, and ran her ivory teeth along the length of his spine, the warmth of her breath pouring periodically from her flaring nostrils. She looked back at him as she moved away, the natural sway of her body slightly exaggerated, for she too partook in his friskiness. Perhaps not in quite the same manner, but she figured he wouldn't mind.



Ázzuen the Ardent Posts: 94
Deceased
Stallion :: Pegasus :: 15.1 :: 8
Whit
#4
Everything she did, every move she made, he followed, enraptured by her presence. It was unbearable, this physical distance between them, he was an addict and she his drug, he had to get closer – but the sweet torture of her absence made their coming together all the more climatic. It was a self-imposed torture, had he control of the way he could have lived life he would be beside her always, as obsessed as an addict, needing more and more of her in order to satisfy his needs. As it was, her absence seemed to make him go through withdrawals, he always is and would be filled with a deep and undying need for her to be near him. The thought of being able to be near her was what drove him onwards, she was his reason for living, his reason for guarding their home so carefully, for doing anything and everything within his power to please her.

The distance between them closed, as her footsteps encroached upon his space he deducted the amount of grassy stalks still remained between them until that number was zero, and her silken skin rubbed against his own. He held her for as long as he could, but then she continued moving, her bodice sliding alongside his, her teeth scraping against his spine, sending shivers that had nothing to do with cold vibrating through him. A pull upon his nether regions indicated how the stallion felt about her teasing him, but he had to keep control, though he was amused at what little prompting it took from her for his manhood to react so earnestly. Easily his frame turned upon a charred heel, following her like a great black panther would track its prey, his nose outstretched, his lips eagerly seeking the plushness of her tail to tug upon as they swayed so temptingly before him.

Deviously, he had a thought, and upon bumping his muzzle against her, he activated (with a bit of effort) the magic within him, and made Cassiopeia’s sense of touch incredibly receptive; not so much that any little touch would cause her pain, no, rather the opposite. She would feel even the breeze as it tilted a single hair of her summery coat upon her hide – imagine this times the thousands of hairs upon her bodice when Azzuen’s wings then stirred much more than a breeze. He chuckled quietly to himself, hoping to run just the whiskers of his muzzle along the smooth curvature of her back, knowing the effects would be different had her senses been at their normal level. When he performed these things upon himself, particularly enhancing his sense of touch, he always felt more alive, and invigorated, as if he could feel everything that was going on around him, as if he was one with his surrounds – right now though, he longed only to be one with Cass.

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Helovian Ancient
Stallion :: Equine :: ::
#5

Shade suddenly finds the meadow as clouds float to block out the sun. They quickly grow in mass and soon begin to turn from fluffy and white to a darker grey. In the distance there is the rumble of thunder, but nothing otherwise alarming.

Perhaps the dry, parched ground will finally find some relief from a summer thunderstorm.

The weather quickly takes a turn for the worst as lightning pierces the sky and strikes one of the meadow's red oaks. Because of the drought the tree catches fire. Branches fall to the ground, setting the meadow aflame. The fire spreads quickly, heading toward the two pegasi that have sought out the meadow's solitude. Lightning continues to streak through the sky, threatening to strike once more and set more of the meadow on fire.

Cassiopeia Posts: 171
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Mare :: Pegasus :: 15 hands :: 8 years old
Phantom
#6



let it break upon you
like a wave upon the sand


Likewise, she doted in his presence, savoring every minute of it, for never in her entire life had she felt quite so significant as she did when she was with him. As she moved away from him, her tasseled tail brushed up against his flanks, likely tickling his hide. She smiled as he sought the spindly strands with his teeth, for she had expected as much.

This though, this she had not expected.

What had begun as a simple bump with his nuzzle had elicited an enormously unanticipated counteraction. The receptivity of her nerves had been deepened, escalated. Every disturbance in the diminutive hairs throughout the perimeter of her body and every sensation no matter how meager in magnitude became thoroughly amplified. She was instantaneously halted in her movements, head raised and all attentions centralized on the stimuli surrounding her. Vibrant eyes squeezed shut, focusing intently on even the smallest of sentiency: the cooling, solacing breath of the wind, the slightest uplifting of the petite hairs which composed her embracing pelage, the booming sound of his massive wingbeats wafting huge gusts of air toward her.

Her narrow barrel heaved as her lungs inflated with precious oxygen, the redundancy of her respiration elapsing longer periods of time. She could literally feel the air as it repleted the sacks within her respiratory organs. She was confident that few horses would ever be able to undergo such a profoundly enrapturing tactile experience, and therefore she cherished the fleeting instant with utter pleasure; relished in every moment in which she was granted such heightened capabilities. She felt enlivened; amply tuned in with her physical self. She suddenly wished she could impart something even partially amazing onto him in turn, but alas, she possessed no such ability.

Her eyes fluttered open and she peered slowly toward Azzuen, remaining ever enthralled with what he had provided her with. She watched as he reached his muzzle out to brush it across her silvery hide, knowing fully well the effects such a gesture would induce upon her anatomy. She found herself unable to barricade the pleasurable emotion within her, a briskly executed gasp pouring into the air as her eyes swiftly pressed shut. She clutched her lower lip between her ivory teeth, finding it virtually too much to manage. As if he hadn't before, he undoubtedly retained a secure grip on the maiden's attention, now.

It was as if the Gods forbid such gratifying delights between lovers: these two souls intwined forevermore, for a menacing shade assumed across the meadow. Eyelids parted in response to the sudden alteration in the sun's ever diminishing incandescence, the visual receptors processing what appeared to be a legion of foreboding storm clouds blotting out the sun in a supernally hastened fashion. Was it such a sin to cherish her mate in solace?

She was somewhat angry, as everything had been without a single flaw up until now. She was irritated, but then a streak of lightening pierced through the atmosphere followed with zero hesitation by a heart wrenching uproar of thunder. Muscles tightened beneath her skin causing her to jolt forward inexorably, the magic suddenly repelled from her body. Her blue eyes flickered with fear as a fire was ignited in one of the towering oaks not far from where they stood, her body consequentially hoisted into the air as a panic-stricken whinny eluded the barrier of her lips. Her hooves pawed at the gloomy sky.

The limb collided violently upon the earth with a thunderous impact, the fire cursorily engulfing the arid landscape with tempestuous flames and igniting everything it touched as if it was some sort of massive tender box. She looked toward Azzuen, indicating she was ready to get the hell out of there.

She couldn't help but ask why - why had this happened, and how?




Ázzuen the Ardent Posts: 94
Deceased
Stallion :: Pegasus :: 15.1 :: 8
Whit
#7
Darkness surrounded them. Azzuen nostrils flared as the air became heavier, his eyes peered about, twirling an electric yellow – the stallion was familiar with the dangers of an electrical storm, having been in ones created by his brother’s katana quite often when they were young. The stallion was loathe to be distracted from his mate, the heat that had begun about his nether region swiftly diverting paths, any arousal he might have felt dissipating as the atmosphere turned potentially deadly. Bumping his maw against her again, he restored Cass’ normal senses, the last thing he needed on his mind was knowing that through hypersensitivity she would feel pain, ultimately caused by him!

A bitterness caused his lips to pinch into a scowl – why now, did the elements have to turn, when the day had been so clear and fine, did the static air have to create this deadly environment? Was their love forbidden by the Gods? Or was this the work of the childish antics of the Sun God once more, who it seemed enjoyed waving his powers about just to watch the mortals below quiver. Ruling by fear was not an effective way to rule, because fear inspired hatred, not respect. Azzuen was growing tired of these charades, but he was not foolish enough to question the look Cass gave him that screamed let’s go home!

Abruptly he surged forth with her, though the tree that was falling did scrape his hide, the adrenalin coursing through him dulled the pain from it, for now. It was the fire he was afraid of. Nothing was safe. Lightning was always drawn to the highest point, if they flew too high then they would become the highest point. But the fire crawled along the ground and devoured all that stood in its paths. The charred strands of grass itched his nose, but he just snorted the ashes away, his wings already unfurled, as he shouted to his beloved, pushing her before him all the while.

“Fly Cass, as fast and low as you can, to home. I will fly above you – stay in my shadow!” He was experienced in storms, he and his brother were electrical by nature, Azzuen at least, electromagnetic. He wondered what would happen to him should one of those deadly, sparky bolts touch him, he knew that such a thing would without a doubt activate his other magic, the one that he barely had a hold of. But maybe that would work, ensuring Cassiopeia was far enough out of the way to not feel it also, maybe his magic could change the charge of the lightning bolt and deflect it to another tree, or the ground if they were lucky. Wincing as his rump, which had been torn open by the tree, flexed to propel him into the air, he took off, his eyes never leaving Cass, his wings carrying him home swiftly.

Cassiopeia Posts: 171
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Mare :: Pegasus :: 15 hands :: 8 years old
Phantom
#8



let it break upon you
like a wave upon the sand


With great urgency she took to her heels, cyan eyes flitting anxiously toward Azzuen. Her heart skipped a beat as she watched the plummeting laurel nearly impact her mate, eyes wide with regret as a frantic inhalation of air ensued. Her pulse then resumed an irrepressible swiftness, repleted simultaneously with an ironic rivalry of relief and dread.

She had enticed him to make the venture here, and if it hadn't been for her they wouldn't have been caught up in this virulent situation. They would be safe hadn't it been for her frivolous desires. She listened heedfully to his authoritative voice. Her fledged pennons had already been unfurled to more efficiently allow air to flow past her as she ran, and with his dictation the roan dame leaped upward, sailing with ease through the atmosphere, silvern wing pothering occasionally to gain farther altitude.




Random Event Posts: 1,286
Helovian Ancient
Stallion :: Equine :: ::
#9

All around the two lovers the storm gains in intensity and grows stronger. The clouds continue to darken and the wind howls as it whips around them, carrying embers from the burning ground below the two that have taken to the skies. Lightning strikes again, setting fire to the ground just before them. That fire grows quickly and reaches up to the sky as if trying to consume the two pegasus as they attempt to escape the field the Sun God rules over in the daylight hours.


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