Falls
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Posted on August 18, 2021 at 06:50:31 PM by Melinoë
 ~ i had a dream i was floating down a black river Her skin crawls with every glance, every time his tongue runs across his lips and blunt teeth, every time he whispers another word in to the still midnight air. Her skin grows hot and her anger smolders just below the surface - seething and writhing - it impatiently waits to be unleashed. Brilliant eyes flash as another nickname falls from his ashen lips, a pet name, a word used to demean her. She is no pretty bird. She is a mighty phoenix, a bird of fire and wrath, a bird who will soon rise from HIS ashes. Her ears disappear beneath her knotted silver locks as once again her eyes narrow and she stomps a hoof against the hardened earth beneath her. Foreplay. She growls inwardly with disgust , as if. She eyes him as his tail flicks slowly across his haunches and his tongue as it slides across his teeth. "Oh," she breathes her breath and a plan begins to form itself within her mind, "is that all you wanted? A passionate night beneath the heavens? hmmm Hades," she taunts into the still air. Her ears remain against the supple skin of her arching neck as she eyes the god. And again he extends his muzzle toward her and dares to step into her space, ignoring the threat in her voice. Her muscles momentarily tense and then as his muzzle presses against her pulsing vein, a wicked grin tugs at her own whiskered lips. She could play his game, as well as he can, if not better. Can you not tell how much you missed me? How hungrily your body screams for mine? Aphrodite... "I hate to disappoint you," - not really - "but my body is not for you to have. You can hunger and lust for it, but it belongs to another," she whispers her lie into the space between them. "I have been gifted to the god Zeus and this, not even you, can change," as the words leave her lips, she angles her shoulder to his and then closes the space between them until their skin touches. Her muzzle trails the muscle of his shoulder. And as her muzzle brushes his withers she peels her lips back to reveal her teeth and pinches his skin between her blunt teeth. Then immediately she presses her lips against the stinging skin. She wants him to want her, to lust after her, then maybe he would leave other unfortunate woman to their own fates. "Maybe, one day, I will join you in your hell," she breathes across his broad muscled back, her words of promise hang over them in the still midnight air. a serpent laid upon my breast, Guardian to the Souls Andalusian Mutt - Silver Blue Roan Rabicano Tobiano - Mare |
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