Meadow
Force-claiming is not allowed here. This is a peaceful, neutral area meant for socialising.
Posted on July 25, 2020 at 05:11:46 AM by Solomon
Solomon
She jerks away from him a moment too late, in a gesture too little to cool the raging inferno inside of him. Like ripples across a pond she shudders where he touches her, and stands still in the face of their shared desire. Despite her words, and she offers plenty of those, she does not leave him. Does not shy away from his touch. Even when he taunts her with the knowledge that she has not turned him away or left him alone in this secluded grove she had chosen, she does not move to flee from him.
Sabriel tries to defend herself, claiming that her behavior had clearly outlined a negative answer when he knows otherwise. How could she say no and still sway into his body as he touched her? Why did her eyes shine as dark in the low light of their secluded clearing as his own? Did her skin not shudder with the same desperate wanting that wracked his own mind? She could pretend all that she wanted to but he knew the truth of the gorgeous mare beside him as certainly as he had known the truth of Quinn. Fear tempered her desire and clouded her mind, but it would pass once the deed was done.
And if it was the birth itself that she feared, Solomon knew that he had an entire herd in the Cove that would be glad to lend her assistance.
The silver-haired girl tries to taunt him with her intent and he chuckles, not hearing them as false. That had perhaps been her initial intentions, and might still be what she thought she wanted, but it was a dangerous game to play in the fall. To bait and entice virile males to do her bidding without considering the potential consequences. He refused to believe that she was so naive to not know where these interactions would someday lead. Solomon knew he was not the only male on these islands that would not hesitate to wield the weight of her own hormones against her. She would learn that teasing only worked when you were on better footing than your opponent, and she had certainly made a few tactical errors in this encounter. Ultimately, for her, this foolishness would have much longer reaching consequences than what these next few minutes would entail.
She bends to him as he touches her hip, and he takes this as all the permission that he needs. Mind made up, he whirls opposite of her while she speaks, heedless to the words that she utters. His movement allows him to neatly avoid her lashing hind leg, not that he takes much notice of it. Like a train running along it's track, he has only one direction to go and it is forward. This diversion is perhaps the only thing that gives him the time to pull himself atop her as he does, her haunches bunching below him as she prepared to run. Knowing that she would not make this easy, he grips the base of her neck where he had grabbed before, the touch earlier only a precursor of what was to come.
----
He is efficient, and while there are ways for him to draw the pleasure out, she has burned through much of his resolve in their chase and scuffle and touching. He is desperate to have her and it takes only moments for the act to be completed.
Warily he slides from her back with head arched high away from the hooves that may yet fly in his direction and staggers back a few paces. He knows, without a shadow of a doubt, that this night will rank high on his experience list from now until forever. His own sides heave with pleasant exertion, and satisfaction gleams in the depths of his dark eyes. Solomon stalks a few paces away, his gaze boring into the lithe mare. "You shouldn't play games you cannot win, my little minx."
Dropping his head, he prepares to drive her to the Cove, where they both might find protection and rest. And if he was lucky, he thinks, further satisfaction.
Sabriel tries to defend herself, claiming that her behavior had clearly outlined a negative answer when he knows otherwise. How could she say no and still sway into his body as he touched her? Why did her eyes shine as dark in the low light of their secluded clearing as his own? Did her skin not shudder with the same desperate wanting that wracked his own mind? She could pretend all that she wanted to but he knew the truth of the gorgeous mare beside him as certainly as he had known the truth of Quinn. Fear tempered her desire and clouded her mind, but it would pass once the deed was done.
And if it was the birth itself that she feared, Solomon knew that he had an entire herd in the Cove that would be glad to lend her assistance.
The silver-haired girl tries to taunt him with her intent and he chuckles, not hearing them as false. That had perhaps been her initial intentions, and might still be what she thought she wanted, but it was a dangerous game to play in the fall. To bait and entice virile males to do her bidding without considering the potential consequences. He refused to believe that she was so naive to not know where these interactions would someday lead. Solomon knew he was not the only male on these islands that would not hesitate to wield the weight of her own hormones against her. She would learn that teasing only worked when you were on better footing than your opponent, and she had certainly made a few tactical errors in this encounter. Ultimately, for her, this foolishness would have much longer reaching consequences than what these next few minutes would entail.
She bends to him as he touches her hip, and he takes this as all the permission that he needs. Mind made up, he whirls opposite of her while she speaks, heedless to the words that she utters. His movement allows him to neatly avoid her lashing hind leg, not that he takes much notice of it. Like a train running along it's track, he has only one direction to go and it is forward. This diversion is perhaps the only thing that gives him the time to pull himself atop her as he does, her haunches bunching below him as she prepared to run. Knowing that she would not make this easy, he grips the base of her neck where he had grabbed before, the touch earlier only a precursor of what was to come.
----
He is efficient, and while there are ways for him to draw the pleasure out, she has burned through much of his resolve in their chase and scuffle and touching. He is desperate to have her and it takes only moments for the act to be completed.
Warily he slides from her back with head arched high away from the hooves that may yet fly in his direction and staggers back a few paces. He knows, without a shadow of a doubt, that this night will rank high on his experience list from now until forever. His own sides heave with pleasant exertion, and satisfaction gleams in the depths of his dark eyes. Solomon stalks a few paces away, his gaze boring into the lithe mare. "You shouldn't play games you cannot win, my little minx."
Dropping his head, he prepares to drive her to the Cove, where they both might find protection and rest. And if he was lucky, he thinks, further satisfaction.
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- too swift arrives as tardy as too slow [ x ] - By Sabriel July 26, 2020 at 05:08:18 AM
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