Falls

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~ to run is to die tired.
Posted on November 4, 2020 at 05:07:02 AM by T y r

shire x // stallion // 18 hh / Sooty Dunalino Roan Pintaloosa

To Tyr�s dismay, it seemed the whisper of instinct finally spoke in Kvothe�s ear. She rose despite the sway of exhaustion and spoke her stallion�s name. Had he heard it in passing before? At the moment, he couldn�t remember nor care. The scent of her was swathed around him, made stronger with her standing and proximity. And then she moved closer, her velvety kissers touching his nose and then trailing over the skin of his neck leaving fire in her wake. If she spoke, it didn�t register until after she pulled away, only realizing then that he had been holding his breath.

"Kvothe�. Wait�.� he could barely get out as she turned away, his eyes fastening on her lifted tail. How could someone so innocent torture him so much? His nostrils flared to drink in her scent before swallowing the lump that had formed in his throat. He could take her; he could do it right now, even if she struggled. Why was he holding back? He had not held back with anyone else. The thought of the rough pleasure he shared with Dara entering his mind, making his lust burn brighter.

"You�re tired.� he pointed out, taking a few steps closer so that his shoulder was next to her hip. "You can rest here, with me, and I will take you back to Ironclad once you�ve recovered.� Tyr offered, barely able to get the words out with the husk of his want in his tone. "I�.� But whatever else Tyr was going to say was choked away. Standing there as he was, it was too much for the stallion.

What control Tyr had been displaying was suddenly ripped from his grasp. Instinct boiled any civil sense from his mind, and his body moved of its own accord. Quickly, he took the red mare beneath him, swallowed in her scent and his need. Only after it had been sated does he release her, returning to the ground with a shameful look upon his face. "Kvothe�. I�m so sorry�. I�.. you�re scent is so intoxicating.� he said, his ears resting back into his silvery mane. Tyr looked to her now as if he expected her to fear him or hate him, not blaming her if she felt either one.

Tyr ~ the tip of the spear ~

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Replies:

let beauty come out of ashes - By Kvothe November 4, 2020 at 08:38:33 AM
- ~ to run is to die tired. - By T y r November 4, 2020 at 04:26:29 PM
  - let beauty come out of ashes - By Kvothe November 4, 2020 at 10:54:55 PM
    - ~ to run is to die tired. - By T y r November 10, 2020 at 00:07:30 AM
      - [ x ] - By Kvothe November 14, 2020 at 08:21:14 AM

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