Meadow
Force-claiming is not allowed here. This is a peaceful, neutral area meant for socialising.
Posted on July 25, 2020 at 04:34:50 AM by Sabriel
She should have run.
Sabriel’s expression remained impassive as she watched the stallion stalk towards her with hardly a moment of hesitation, but a cold dread washed away the last remnants of heat that had lingered where they touched. And beneath her deceptively calm exterior, the black mare’s heart leapt frantically in her chest, throwing itself over and over against the bone prison of her ribs as if it hoped to escape. The blows she’d dealt to Solomon only moments before had held a clear message - a message the pale gold stallion was clearly determined to ignore. And though she briefly considered fleeing, something more than fear held her in place - a deadly cobra swaying to the music of his sultry voice. Just as she had failed to understand the powerful persuasion of her seduction, so she had also underestimated his allure to her.
Whatever her mind might argue, her body refused to be swayed from his side.
But she still retained enough control to jerk away from his gentle touch as if it were a brutal blow, her dark skin shuddering - whether in delight or disgust, she did not know. “I have told you what I want, and can speak no more clearly than both my actions and words express,” She hissed through clenched teeth, jerking again at the brush of his lips on her shoulder. But Solomon offered as little reaction to this as he had to the bruising kick, trailing a path up to her withers, where he soothed the abused flesh with strokes of his tongue. And despite her protests, the silver-haired woman could not break the paralysis that held her in place. Her own eyes were just as dark; the pupils - inflated by fear as much as lust - having consumed her chocolate irises almost entirely. How easily Solomon had seen through her, to declare her helplessness when the tables were turned on her.
His breath traced a warm path along the curve of her back, and the brindled mare swayed. But she did not surrender, and the venom was just as strong in her voice when she continued. “If it is honesty you desire, my intentions were to toy with you. To enjoy your courtship, and then leave you unfulfilled. And without this cruel purpose, I would never have welcomed your company at all.” Sabriel knew that her confession might make the tobiano stallion angry - but she would sooner face the rebuke of his hooves and teeth than this, this…
While she spoke, Solomon’s lips had pressed themselves to her hip, and then begun to trail down the slender limb below. A ragged breath was pushed forcefully from her chest, as if the combined forces of fear and desire had struck her with a solid blow. Admirably, she did not forget herself even as she inwardly staggered beneath the twin punches of these darker emotions, and outwardly quivered with pleasure. “NO!” She snarled, her voice loud enough to send a bevy of nearby birds into flight. At the same time, her leg kicked out violently, but found only air in its path; her suitor had positioned himself too well. “You see what you wish - you read too far into the actions of your hormones, and mine. But I am not so weak as to let them rule me,” Sabriel continued.
The stallion had already proven himself to be selective in what he heard, though, so she did not let her fate rest on the impact of her words. Wrenching back control of her body, the dark mare whirled, and the muscles in her hindquarters bunched powerfully as she prepared to flee.
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- 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
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