04-19-2018, 08:06 PM
It seemed he'd misunderstood the shock in her voice. Better yet, he'd made her laugh. The sound had filled out while they'd been apart, no longer the high pitched giggle it had once been. This was like crystal bubbles on his ears. The most beautiful music he'd ever heard. He wanted to hear it every day for the rest of his life.
Her own kisses on his hide sooth and excite his muscles, the care she takes in unweaving the knots of his mane. Who else could touch him like this? Make him feel this alive? And then she is gone from his side, leaving an empty space. Like a secret treasure hunt, her voice marks the trail. There is a new cadence to the notes of her tone, an urgency to match his own. With light pressure, he is led to the water's edge. Cold spray flecks his extremities, the final reassurance that this is not another dream. Gods know this was the stuff of dreams.
At the lithe mare's invitation, he joins her in the welcoming arms of the sea. She speaks while the water flows over and around them, drawing a feral growl from his throat. He's been patient. He's been considerate. The low sound is sufficient to echo back a murky picture of the scene, the solid imprint of his love clear against a wavering background of sound. There was a moment of heartache. It wasn't fair, that he could not see her as she was meant to be seen. There was a whole sense of her that he was missing, would never have. For the first time in a while, it felt like a loss.
Feeling his way by the eddies flowing around them, the aquatic male stepped close enough to touch her once more. "Ah, Nyx. You don't know how many nights I've dreamed of this." He whispered against her cheek, laying a sweet kiss where the words fell. The sound of their breathing overlaps, faster than the waves on the shore. Arousal flows the length of him, his body reacting to the scent she carries. Beneath her normal saltwater perfume is something heavier.
Instinctively, his kisses cover her face. Every dip and hollow, the graceful curve of her cheek, the flat width of her forehead. Both eyelids, the tip of her dainty nose. He wanted to cover every inch of her in kisses. He touched the base of her throat, admired the elegance of her neck, how the lengthy strands of hair fell and twisted around them. More kisses laid at her breast where air and water met. He would spend all night exploring her body properly, but for now... the steadily increasing ache between his legs was demanding attention.
"Forgive me, and I will make it up to you. But I can't wait anymore." He begged softly, already working his way down her form. With a firm nudge, he drove her deeper into the surf until the water closed over their heads. His nostrils sealed against the invading waters, his bodies new functions allowing him comfort for now. Almost weightless, he positioned himself carefully behind her. Hind legs anchored in the slipping sand beneath them, as he reared up to mount the sea nymph. Forelegs snug about her hips he paused just short of entering her. Was she really ready for this? Was he? He ached to be inside of her more than he had known was possible, but she had to be alright with this. His face pressed against her neck, looking for this last confirmation, the motion of the water pulsing him against the heat of her with torturing slowness.
@[Nyxa] <3
Her own kisses on his hide sooth and excite his muscles, the care she takes in unweaving the knots of his mane. Who else could touch him like this? Make him feel this alive? And then she is gone from his side, leaving an empty space. Like a secret treasure hunt, her voice marks the trail. There is a new cadence to the notes of her tone, an urgency to match his own. With light pressure, he is led to the water's edge. Cold spray flecks his extremities, the final reassurance that this is not another dream. Gods know this was the stuff of dreams.
At the lithe mare's invitation, he joins her in the welcoming arms of the sea. She speaks while the water flows over and around them, drawing a feral growl from his throat. He's been patient. He's been considerate. The low sound is sufficient to echo back a murky picture of the scene, the solid imprint of his love clear against a wavering background of sound. There was a moment of heartache. It wasn't fair, that he could not see her as she was meant to be seen. There was a whole sense of her that he was missing, would never have. For the first time in a while, it felt like a loss.
Feeling his way by the eddies flowing around them, the aquatic male stepped close enough to touch her once more. "Ah, Nyx. You don't know how many nights I've dreamed of this." He whispered against her cheek, laying a sweet kiss where the words fell. The sound of their breathing overlaps, faster than the waves on the shore. Arousal flows the length of him, his body reacting to the scent she carries. Beneath her normal saltwater perfume is something heavier.
Instinctively, his kisses cover her face. Every dip and hollow, the graceful curve of her cheek, the flat width of her forehead. Both eyelids, the tip of her dainty nose. He wanted to cover every inch of her in kisses. He touched the base of her throat, admired the elegance of her neck, how the lengthy strands of hair fell and twisted around them. More kisses laid at her breast where air and water met. He would spend all night exploring her body properly, but for now... the steadily increasing ache between his legs was demanding attention.
"Forgive me, and I will make it up to you. But I can't wait anymore." He begged softly, already working his way down her form. With a firm nudge, he drove her deeper into the surf until the water closed over their heads. His nostrils sealed against the invading waters, his bodies new functions allowing him comfort for now. Almost weightless, he positioned himself carefully behind her. Hind legs anchored in the slipping sand beneath them, as he reared up to mount the sea nymph. Forelegs snug about her hips he paused just short of entering her. Was she really ready for this? Was he? He ached to be inside of her more than he had known was possible, but she had to be alright with this. His face pressed against her neck, looking for this last confirmation, the motion of the water pulsing him against the heat of her with torturing slowness.
@[Nyxa] <3