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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


    paint it black; nayl
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    She spun the stars on her fingernails
    He had seen her at her most vulnerable as her wants exceeded her needs. Even as her brain savagely brewed, all she could do was look at him with eyes far softer than they have ever been. They peered up at him with a tenderness she never thought existed as her body yearned for his touch. Their skins melted together, her body on fire as adrenaline fueled her to continue. Don’t stop, she told herself, as her lips whispered down the length of his neck and ruffled his mane. Nearly two decades she spent dodging away from all male contact, but this made it worth it. This exceeded her expectations.

    When she hears him mutter her name and press into her, Nayl folds back into him. The plane of her cheek glides like silk along his brawny shoulder and she trembles as his breath fans across her in waves. ”Lior,” she returns as her lips cradle the curve of muscle. She savors these intimate moments before dawn approaches and paints the sky in watercolor. Their heartbeats synchronize as she breathes into him, but she soon forces herself to pull away, albeit reluctantly. ”Does this make me weak?” The tone in her voice barely hardens, but it wavers and crashes with the sound of the ocean’s waves in front of them. ”I can’t appear weak to anyone,” she pauses as she lifts her chin to meet his eyes, ”not even to you.”

    She had been aggressive in their play, but she also melted into him like a lover that has finally found her place. Even in their moments of heated passion, she fluctuated between ferocity and tenderness, between admiration and duty. Lior witnessed her unbridled self, and although she wants to regret it, she cannot. There is an elation that rises in her throat and sprouts through her core, but she masks it behind a face of content. What will happen in the days to come will be new – frightening even – but Nayl’s fiery eyes find Lior’s silver and she reassures herself that he will be there, that this was not all for one single night. ”We will have an heir,” she whispers into the velvet night sky before leaning back into him, smiling.



    Nayl
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    Messages In This Thread
    paint it black; nayl - by Lior - 03-06-2017, 12:35 PM
    RE: paint it black; nayl - by Nayl - 03-06-2017, 06:40 PM
    RE: paint it black; nayl - by Lior - 03-09-2017, 08:37 PM
    RE: paint it black; nayl - by Nayl - 03-12-2017, 05:17 PM
    RE: paint it black; nayl - by Lior - 03-22-2017, 12:55 PM



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