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    Assailant -- Year 226

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    "But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura


    Follow the Leader- [Chemdog]
    #6

    She could hide away all by herself like an angry crone for all he cared. She could take no part in the rest or all the part, she could hoard their future kids and pine for his visits like he's some soldier always away at war. When he tells her she is free, she is free. But her cage does remain so. No physical barrier, only a mental one. She can come and she can go. He'll never tell her she can't fall in love, but deep down such a thing would bother him – and talk of another man's child would send chills down his spine and rage in his gut.

    'No no, they're mine.' he thinks to himself. 'She's definitely mine.'

    He lets out a heavy exhale and lays a series of playful bites along her shoulder before snaking down her side and positioning himself behind her. He examines her closely with his nose. She's not in season, no estrus, no children for this round. He bites her again on the rump before throwing himself atop her perfect little back. He's as gentle as necessary at first, but as expected, he does as any stallion like him would do. And if she would let him he will take her several more times after now. Only after he's tired, gasping for breath and sweating profusely will he stop, if she allows.

    [fade to black situation]

    When it's all over he slides down in a heap, standing there for a second. He's collecting himself after such a workout, one he hasn't had in a long time. He finds her hip with his tongue, his teeth gently pinching her with an affectionate bite. He shakes, breathing heavy still as he finds a place shoulder to shoulder with his dun lover. He lips her muzzle and stands quietly beside her while the crickets sing all around them.

    I liked that..” He can feel the night air kissing his sweaty skin. His body feels weightless, tingly, like all his muscles have been massaged. He relishes in the ever-delicious post sex glow. His eye-lids begin to fall even as he's nibbling at her soft lips. So charming.



    chemdog
    astra inclinant, sed non obligant.


    lol apparently he's practicing for when they really make a kid
    @[Sabé]


    Messages In This Thread
    Follow the Leader- [Chemdog] - by Sabé - 04-23-2016, 05:26 PM
    RE: Follow the Leader- [Chemdog] - by Chemdog - 04-24-2016, 12:55 PM
    RE: Follow the Leader- [Chemdog] - by Sabé - 04-24-2016, 01:36 PM
    RE: Follow the Leader- [Chemdog] - by Chemdog - 05-02-2016, 12:27 PM
    RE: Follow the Leader- [Chemdog] - by Sabé - 05-02-2016, 07:49 PM
    RE: Follow the Leader- [Chemdog] - by Chemdog - 05-14-2016, 07:47 PM
    RE: Follow the Leader- [Chemdog] - by Sabé - 05-15-2016, 05:43 PM
    RE: Follow the Leader- [Chemdog] - by Chemdog - 05-28-2016, 03:26 PM
    RE: Follow the Leader- [Chemdog] - by Nicole - 05-28-2016, 03:36 PM



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