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Posted on March 7, 2011 at 05:36:08 PM by Dresden

They pressed together like two halves from a whole, swirling around each other in the darkness, creating everything and nothing all at once. Amethysts glowed bright in the velvety night, his darkness reaching out to her's with seeking tentacles. Singed muzzle pressed against her henna stained skin, huffing her scent like an addict who needed his fix because that's exactly what he was. Proud neck arched, muscles flexing beneath the gleaming pelt, tangled mess of a mane falling to one side of his cervical spine. Stained ivories found her nape, large body pressing close, as if trying to steer her about as his jaws closed on the skin just behind her ears. He wanted to cause her some type of pain, draw a squeal from her lips and possibly a kick from her hinds, something- anything, to remind them both that this was real and not just some figment of their minds. A thousand grubby fingers tore at his mane and tail as they turned beneath the ever changing starlight that highlighted the brown and gold their bodies in unearthly silvers, a thousand angry voices calling out to him. They didn't like it when they were ignored, especially for one of the living and breathing 'outsiders'. He was their fishermen, constantly trolling the waters of the Styx for souls to return or pleas to hear out, but she was his siren. She pulled him away from his 'duties' with a single syllable call or a mere shift of her earth toned body.

Breath rattled in his lungs, the sound of a dying man, as he nipped and nuzzled at her skin. The sterile eyes were eerily wide, distant as he continued to curl and squirm against her, as if he was trying to get beneath her very skin. It was something in the distance between them that both drove them mad, mad with passion and mad in the general sense. As much as it killed them, tore apart their tattered and stitched hearts to be seperated by so much space, in the end it seemed better for them. When they were together they were wonderful but when they were forced apart, they were magnificent, transformed into a modern day Romeo and Juliet.

I could never lose you...

Words were chuffed against her withers, grass stained teeth again seeking out her skin, raking over it in a rough show of affection. None of what he was doing was caused by a sadistic streak hidden deep within him, a Schadenfreude if you would. Instead, it was a reminder that they were alive, together and they had always been this way. Slightly self destructive in their romance, burning together on a metaphorical pyre.

dresden
The first orgasm of the morning was cold and hard as hell
There won't be any second coming as far as I can tell.

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