Falls

Drogon

Drogon knew better than to get himself all twisted up in her wiles. It was one of the things that had been drilled into him from a young age, and he'd always believed himself to be the capable victor in these games of pleasure, the master of his own desires. And yet...Against his own advice, he was very much picturing just what she had implied. Imagining this little mare snuggled up against him was bad enough, but her use of plurality had his mind spinning to thoughts of Svenja against his other side, making up for her treachery. Of Charybdis' rolling voice singing his praises. Of Valentina looking up at him through fluttering lashes.

Oh, she was good.

"Can you blame me?" He teased back, his voice uncharacteristically taut. All too easily he could picture where things might go from here, of how they might fulfill at least one-half of the rather raunchy picture she had painted for him. Thankfully, it seemed like he wasn't the only one losing control of the narrative if the way she shivered beneath his touch was any indication. The proud plume of her jet-black tail curled against her body, even as she splashed both of them with water with the strike of her hoof. And yet she did not move away from him, offering these conflicting signals, leaving him to speculate that she was fighting a similar war for control within her own mind.

"I'd risk it for you," he answers with a throaty murmur, laughter glittering in his eyes. He swallows hard as she grabs at his own shoulder, and presses his teeth lightly over her own withers, scraping gently along the proud ridge and then down her back until he could not reach without moving.

"If my name is all that you want," he teases with a knowing smirk, "you can call me Drogon." He shifted again so that he was once more beside her (partially because he wanted to whisper in her ear, but also partially because his self-control was eroding at a prodigious pace), his shoulder just behind hers, his lips still skimming across her skin, leaving trails of warmth breath in his wake. "What name should I cry out later?"

Can you feel it?