Falls

In this game of cat and mouse that was being played, Abstract found herself wondering which of them was the cat and which had become the mouse. There were moments, brief as they were, that the dark bay mare imagined herself the mouse, imagining herself falling victim to the sharp claws and blunt fangs that all stallions had. Her dark companion had his wiles, she would give him that. Try as she might, she could not deny the quick staccato of her racing heartbeat with each warm press of his lips against her flesh. His mama had trained him well. Or daddy, depending on how boys learn to flirt.

However, her mother had taught her a few tricks and while their time together was so far brief, Abstract still took note of the change in his voice that warranted a small victory on her part. ’Can you blame me?’ No. No blame was far from her mind in this moment. The real struggle revolved around focusing on the playful temptation of their words instead of the sensual feeling of his strong, warm frame pressed against her own. Her mind was its own worst enemy from time to time and this, well this was one of those times.
Her mischievous remark is met with another sensual reply. ’I’d risk it for you.’ the throaty baritones coupled with the playful gleam of his dark eyes would be enough to send any foolish filly swooning. She can only imagine how many lovestruck mares have heard those same words whispered from his lips in that same graveled tone and immediately pledged their life and body to him alone. It was a bold move, but one she had heard once or twice before. Not that she didn’t enjoy the implication mind you, but she was not about to roll over belly up and become a meek and humble lamb. He does not balk at the brash contact of her teeth against his skin, instead continues to test the waters they waded into by shifting position to once more give himself easier access to the point of her withers and beyond. A suave grin slips across her lips as she leans into the contact, finding satisfaction and relief in the ruffling of her hairs against the sensation of his hard teeth.

Drogon he calls himself. ”Drogon…” she repeats, arching her own neck once more to allow her delicately sculpted her to turn towards him even as it meant the weight of her body drew away from the sensual press of their bodies. Despite the fall chill in the air, Abstract feels no cold. Even the waters pooling beneath her feet seem to have absorbed the heat of the moment between these two strangers. ’What name should I cry out later?’ he whispers, the words muffled against her skin but clear and precise as the implication behind them. The thick veil of dark lashes blink slowly as she casts an alluring gaze upon his handsome face. The implication is broken only by the bewitching smile that draws at a single corner of her lips. ”Later? You mean you are giving up already? Tsk Tsk…” she teases, clucking her tongue against the roof of her mouth as dark ears tilt back towards him and the long, damp ends of her tail snap against his hip in admonishment. A feigning sigh escapes her lips as she turns away from him and takes a step further into the shallow waters in order to place a small semblance of space between them. ”I suppose if you’re already ready to head back home to mama….” she begins, pausing a moment to drop her head once more towards the water’s surface in an attempt to mask the mischievous smile that refused to be contained behind the mask of indifference she struggled to settle across her refined features. ”Abstract will do. The original might only…. Confuse you further.” she purrs, an impish giggle brimming on her lips.