Meadow
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Posted on March 30, 2020 at 05:12:05 AM by Solomon
Solomon
There is something about the flames dancing in her eyes that further ignites the possessive soul that resides inside of him; he would have her in some form or another before the day was through.
Despite the stoic way she weathers his hungry eyes, he doesn't doubt for a moment that she is a girl of passion. Nothing this beautiful could be as prude as she pretended to be at the start. He doesn't move as she teases him with the sway of her hips, angling her slender figure as though to suggest that he had full access. It's become a game now, and he wants her in all ways. Statuesque, he stays still, though his nostrils flare hungrily and the intensity in his eyes grows.
She had no idea how much he'd like to climb on top of her now and illustrate to her how deep his desire to touch her ran.
"It's hard not to touch something so gorgeous when you dangle it in front of me," he teases, voice thick with desire. The grin resurfaces for a moment and he doesn't hide the way he traces the lines of her hips and the lazy sway of her tail, though he does meet her eyes after her next rejoinder.
"Oh, I'm not so sure luck is real. I prefer to think one must grab their own luck and take it for themselves." Sol steps forward then, his steps calm despite the instinct singing in his blood. He is hardly cautious, confident he can withstand her assault if she tries to deny him the closeness he seeks. His dark muzzle reaches for the tuck of her flank, skin nearly brushing against skin, though he does not touch her. Instead he breathes against the skin there and trails forward forward, his eyes locked on her face.
When he reaches her shoulder he speaks again, his voice much quieter. "Though I'd love to hear what you think my odds are."
He wouldn't deny that he wanted to rob the heat of her skin with his own, but he knew he wouldn't be satisfied with that. Solomon wanted her in the Cove. Wanted to wake in the morning knowing that she would be there to tease and tantalize him as she grew round with his child. To know that come spring, their union would play around their hooves and grow strong until the chance came again to repeat the dance.
Despite the stoic way she weathers his hungry eyes, he doesn't doubt for a moment that she is a girl of passion. Nothing this beautiful could be as prude as she pretended to be at the start. He doesn't move as she teases him with the sway of her hips, angling her slender figure as though to suggest that he had full access. It's become a game now, and he wants her in all ways. Statuesque, he stays still, though his nostrils flare hungrily and the intensity in his eyes grows.
She had no idea how much he'd like to climb on top of her now and illustrate to her how deep his desire to touch her ran.
"It's hard not to touch something so gorgeous when you dangle it in front of me," he teases, voice thick with desire. The grin resurfaces for a moment and he doesn't hide the way he traces the lines of her hips and the lazy sway of her tail, though he does meet her eyes after her next rejoinder.
"Oh, I'm not so sure luck is real. I prefer to think one must grab their own luck and take it for themselves." Sol steps forward then, his steps calm despite the instinct singing in his blood. He is hardly cautious, confident he can withstand her assault if she tries to deny him the closeness he seeks. His dark muzzle reaches for the tuck of her flank, skin nearly brushing against skin, though he does not touch her. Instead he breathes against the skin there and trails forward forward, his eyes locked on her face.
When he reaches her shoulder he speaks again, his voice much quieter. "Though I'd love to hear what you think my odds are."
He wouldn't deny that he wanted to rob the heat of her skin with his own, but he knew he wouldn't be satisfied with that. Solomon wanted her in the Cove. Wanted to wake in the morning knowing that she would be there to tease and tantalize him as she grew round with his child. To know that come spring, their union would play around their hooves and grow strong until the chance came again to repeat the dance.
Replies:
- Sing me a song of a tale that is gone; - By Harmonica March 31, 2020 at 02:06:29 AM
- comfort me with apples, for i am sick of love - By Solomon April 2, 2020 at 08:04:43 PM
- Sing me a song of a tale that is gone; - By Harmonica April 6, 2020 at 03:40:28 AM
- comfort me with apples, for i am sick of love - By Solomon April 11, 2020 at 08:30:56 PM
- Sing me a song of a tale that is gone; - By Harmonica April 6, 2020 at 03:40:28 AM
- comfort me with apples, for i am sick of love - By Solomon April 2, 2020 at 08:04:43 PM
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