Meadow
Force-claiming is not allowed here. This is a peaceful, neutral area meant for socialising.
Posted on July 25, 2020 at 02:25:01 AM by Solomon
Solomon
Solomon knew when he had won.
He knew it in the way that her eyes flashed as he entered her clearing. In the way that she groaned at the press of his teeth to her skin. Felt in his bones when her weight fell against his own as he pressed his insistent caresses to her body.
Her mind warred with the want of her body and he watched it happen with only the mildest sense of regret that he had not pushed further at the start. How easy it would have been to not stop to grasp her shoulder, to simply raise himself above her back and take her in the same primal fashion that she had instigated with her chase. Solomon is certain that she denies him with her voice only because she is too proud to admit her base feelings. To acknowledge that he had awoken in her something more than just a passing fancy or taunting phrase.
She snarls at him, asserting her innocence and he chuckles at the thought of her being as pure as she implied. In truth, the idea of her being untouched by any other man is a thrilling one as it bleeds into the idea of making her his own in all the ways that a stallion possibly could. If he were to take her now, he would forever be her first. Even as she snipes at him, he can feel her shiver beneath his touch and only grows more certain of his place in this dance. Like Quinn, she denied what her body wanted. And like Quinn, she seemed afraid. Of what, he wasn't sure, but often the only way to face one's fears was to rush at them headlong.
Even as her leg connects with that of his shin, making him pull back the affected leg with a grimace, he considers this only further foreplay. Solomon has her body, he is certain, he need only to convince her mind. With a dark chuckle, he leans into the viper strike of her blunted teeth and allows her to draw blood on his skin again. Each mark that she made upon his skin, every attack that she launched on his person, only served to cement his intention with her.
He stills as she swings away, his wolfish grin returning as the girl decides not to run from him. Hungrily his eyes trace the path her hindquarters sway, but snap to her face as she glares at him. Too full of restless energy and the overwhelming desire to have her, he finds himself unable to stay still and stalks forward into a catlike prowl around her as she preens for his attention.
Solomon might have reconsidered if she had shown him any sign of true disgust, could maybe have put up some floodwall against the crushing wave of hormones that prompted him to act so belligerently, but she did not. Each move she made felt like it had been exquisitely designed to elicit his desire and attention, and he was no virgin colt to not answer the call.
"So what you mean to say little minx, is that you cannot handle what you dish out." He offers tauntingly as he walks, his head low to the ground as though he meant to snake her somewhere. Both eyes were nearly black with lust, and he turned them on her with full effect as he moved closer. Carefully, with mind to the damage that she has already dealt to his patched hide, he reaches out more gently to trace the bulge of muscle on her lower neck. Gently against her skin, he murmurs, "If you wanted gentleness, you need only ask, Sabriel." Her name is a warm murmur in his throat, and he traces gentle kisses up the slope of her shoulder. At her withers, he caresses the bruised skin there with his tongue as though to soothe her.
In truth, gentleness is resoundingly not what he wants to give her. And he has not forgotten where her marks on his skin remain touched with her venom, burning as evidence of her twisted affection. "Be honest, you didn't lead me here to this secluded area with intentions of keeping your innocence intact."
Slowly he draws light circles across her skin, down the proud line of her back, whereupon he would dearly love to rest his chest. Solomon aims to lull her with kindness, but he cannot deny that her constant denial of him has only made him more determined to have her, whether it be by force or consent. His lips press gently on the swell of her hip as they stand perpendicular to each other. "You say no with your mind, but your heart and body want this just as much as I do."
Confidently, despite the retaliation she has offered to him so far, he trails his touch to the top of her gaskin, and offers one last chance for her to give in to her base nature before he takes the choice from her. "Let me show you."
He knew it in the way that her eyes flashed as he entered her clearing. In the way that she groaned at the press of his teeth to her skin. Felt in his bones when her weight fell against his own as he pressed his insistent caresses to her body.
Her mind warred with the want of her body and he watched it happen with only the mildest sense of regret that he had not pushed further at the start. How easy it would have been to not stop to grasp her shoulder, to simply raise himself above her back and take her in the same primal fashion that she had instigated with her chase. Solomon is certain that she denies him with her voice only because she is too proud to admit her base feelings. To acknowledge that he had awoken in her something more than just a passing fancy or taunting phrase.
She snarls at him, asserting her innocence and he chuckles at the thought of her being as pure as she implied. In truth, the idea of her being untouched by any other man is a thrilling one as it bleeds into the idea of making her his own in all the ways that a stallion possibly could. If he were to take her now, he would forever be her first. Even as she snipes at him, he can feel her shiver beneath his touch and only grows more certain of his place in this dance. Like Quinn, she denied what her body wanted. And like Quinn, she seemed afraid. Of what, he wasn't sure, but often the only way to face one's fears was to rush at them headlong.
Even as her leg connects with that of his shin, making him pull back the affected leg with a grimace, he considers this only further foreplay. Solomon has her body, he is certain, he need only to convince her mind. With a dark chuckle, he leans into the viper strike of her blunted teeth and allows her to draw blood on his skin again. Each mark that she made upon his skin, every attack that she launched on his person, only served to cement his intention with her.
He stills as she swings away, his wolfish grin returning as the girl decides not to run from him. Hungrily his eyes trace the path her hindquarters sway, but snap to her face as she glares at him. Too full of restless energy and the overwhelming desire to have her, he finds himself unable to stay still and stalks forward into a catlike prowl around her as she preens for his attention.
Solomon might have reconsidered if she had shown him any sign of true disgust, could maybe have put up some floodwall against the crushing wave of hormones that prompted him to act so belligerently, but she did not. Each move she made felt like it had been exquisitely designed to elicit his desire and attention, and he was no virgin colt to not answer the call.
"So what you mean to say little minx, is that you cannot handle what you dish out." He offers tauntingly as he walks, his head low to the ground as though he meant to snake her somewhere. Both eyes were nearly black with lust, and he turned them on her with full effect as he moved closer. Carefully, with mind to the damage that she has already dealt to his patched hide, he reaches out more gently to trace the bulge of muscle on her lower neck. Gently against her skin, he murmurs, "If you wanted gentleness, you need only ask, Sabriel." Her name is a warm murmur in his throat, and he traces gentle kisses up the slope of her shoulder. At her withers, he caresses the bruised skin there with his tongue as though to soothe her.
In truth, gentleness is resoundingly not what he wants to give her. And he has not forgotten where her marks on his skin remain touched with her venom, burning as evidence of her twisted affection. "Be honest, you didn't lead me here to this secluded area with intentions of keeping your innocence intact."
Slowly he draws light circles across her skin, down the proud line of her back, whereupon he would dearly love to rest his chest. Solomon aims to lull her with kindness, but he cannot deny that her constant denial of him has only made him more determined to have her, whether it be by force or consent. His lips press gently on the swell of her hip as they stand perpendicular to each other. "You say no with your mind, but your heart and body want this just as much as I do."
Confidently, despite the retaliation she has offered to him so far, he trails his touch to the top of her gaskin, and offers one last chance for her to give in to her base nature before he takes the choice from her. "Let me show you."
Replies:
- in its taste confounding the appetite - By Sabriel July 25, 2020 at 04:34:50 AM
- comfort me with apples, for i am sick of love - By Solomon July 25, 2020 at 05:11:46 AM
- too swift arrives as tardy as too slow [ x ] - By Sabriel July 26, 2020 at 05:08:18 AM
- comfort me with apples, for i am sick of love - By Solomon July 25, 2020 at 05:11:46 AM
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