02-17-2017, 03:19 PM
Her words shatter his heart but he gives nothing away. She is unattainable, perfectly painted like a porcelain doll. One that was unfit for his dirty, calloused hands. The dark stallion exhales against her skin as he hovers close but giving her the distance.
What more could she want from him? To beg for her merciless touch? He would not beg for her though the wild queen of dark sands has gripped him and held him tight against her sweet breast.
But he needs more.
Tangled mane crosses his view of her pretty features and it it enough to break his silver sight. Eyes flit over to the coast as he tastes the salt in the air with grim welcoming. He feels lost. He had accepted to be her guard but something else had drawn him there. It is fleeting between the glances and secret smiles that was exchanged in passing and now he is barely able to restrain, to honor her wish to remain untouched. "Nayl..." He bites back at the feral beast that froths and licks it's lips at the delicious temptation that was her body.
He was but a man.
The dark beast slips away from the warmth of her presence, the air cooling immediately, but it was safer. A curt nod is offered as he trembles slightly despite his efforts of composure. "Good day, Nayl." It is all he can really utter as he turns to find the beaten path between the salt grasses so he may walk the black sand beach, patrolling the home of the painted queen.
What more could she want from him? To beg for her merciless touch? He would not beg for her though the wild queen of dark sands has gripped him and held him tight against her sweet breast.
But he needs more.
Tangled mane crosses his view of her pretty features and it it enough to break his silver sight. Eyes flit over to the coast as he tastes the salt in the air with grim welcoming. He feels lost. He had accepted to be her guard but something else had drawn him there. It is fleeting between the glances and secret smiles that was exchanged in passing and now he is barely able to restrain, to honor her wish to remain untouched. "Nayl..." He bites back at the feral beast that froths and licks it's lips at the delicious temptation that was her body.
He was but a man.
The dark beast slips away from the warmth of her presence, the air cooling immediately, but it was safer. A curt nod is offered as he trembles slightly despite his efforts of composure. "Good day, Nayl." It is all he can really utter as he turns to find the beaten path between the salt grasses so he may walk the black sand beach, patrolling the home of the painted queen.