Falls
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Posted on September 29, 2021 at 06:06:30 PM by Björn
She is magnetic. In every way she draws him closer to her. It is the way that the moon's silver glow illuminates her supple hips and the sweet aroma that wafts around her, it sets ablaze the lust and desire within his own body. He can feel his heart as it hammers against his ribs and his breath as it expands his lungs, filling them with her scent. Their skin is mere inches from each other as she begins to weave her own sad story, the story of a land that once been her home, of her family that is now gone, and of the fear that clutches at her soul. I am afraid. The words linger on her lips and stab at his heart. How he wishes he could steal it all away. Steal away her pains and bury them on the highest peak, so that they would never darken her thoughts again. "Give me your fears," he breathes, his muzzle just mere inches from hers. Glacial eyes meet hers as she confesses that she does not even know what a home is anymore. "A home is where you feel the most whole," he whispers as finally he presses his muzzle against hers. He can feel the electricity in their touch. And in this moment there is just the two of them, beneath the silvery moon and in the midnight darkness. Together. He presses his muzzle against the sharp edges of her cheekbones, then along her delicate curving nape until finally it comes to rest on her withers. He can feel the thrum of his heart and the excitement as it vibrates his smoky hide. How could he deny the desire that now consumes him like the dreki's fire? "You do not have to be afraid anymore," he whispers into the supple skin of her withers. Bera Konung of the Inlet Icelandic Mutt // 15 years old // 14.2 hh // Grullo Sabino // Stallion // Dogun x Freya |
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