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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


    [mature]  do you feel like a young god? ciri
    #21
    if there's a light at the end, it's just the sun in your eyes

    Amet had been unsure whether or not he would be able to climax again, having covered Ciri again so soon after their first go around. But when the smoky black mare moans her overwhelming pleasure and the proof of her satisfaction drips down her legs, the leather-plated stallion loses himself again and his own moan of torrid indulgence echos hers.

    He breathes heavily against her back, amber eyes unseeing for a moment as the waves of pleasure wash over him. His chest heaves with the exertion, but Amet is quick to grin as he thinks that there is no better way to exert himself. He can only hope, as he lowers his perspiring Akhal-Teke frame back to all fours, that she will find the same desire in him. He runs his muzzle appreciatively over the flesh of her leg, her flank, and then his akmar has pivoted herself around to nestle beneath his gilded head and neck.

    She is accented by fallen purple blossoms just as he is and his golden eyes are drawn to them only briefly as she croons against his chest. Moon of my life. He pulls her tighter against his narrow chest and his heart threatens to burst from him with the immensity of his happiness. He'd never imagined to end up here, draped around this beautiful, strong woman with the beginnings of tender love unfurling within him. He'd only ever hoped to create a safe and happy life for himself and his siblings - love had never been part of the plan, if only because he had seen it as a distraction from his goals. Shalla had taught him that.

    He knows now that she had been wrong.

    Love is not meant to distract, but to strengthen. And now, with Ciri's body burrowed against him, the gilded King feels complete. "My shining brilliance," he offers back to her in a loving, fatigued whisper, "You make me whole, akmar, and I am yours."
    Amet


    @[Ciri] ♥


    Messages In This Thread
    do you feel like a young god? ciri - by Amet - 09-18-2017, 08:42 PM
    RE: do you feel like a young god? ciri - by Ciri - 09-18-2017, 10:55 PM
    RE: do you feel like a young god? ciri - by Amet - 09-22-2017, 09:24 PM
    RE: do you feel like a young god? ciri - by Ciri - 09-23-2017, 11:59 PM
    RE: do you feel like a young god? ciri - by Amet - 09-24-2017, 02:44 PM
    RE: do you feel like a young god? ciri - by Ciri - 09-28-2017, 12:15 AM
    RE: do you feel like a young god? ciri - by Amet - 09-29-2017, 07:51 PM
    RE: do you feel like a young god? ciri - by Ciri - 10-01-2017, 11:36 PM
    RE: do you feel like a young god? ciri - by Amet - 10-07-2017, 03:52 PM
    RE: do you feel like a young god? ciri - by Ciri - 10-07-2017, 10:00 PM
    RE: do you feel like a young god? ciri - by Amet - 10-09-2017, 09:21 PM
    RE: do you feel like a young god? ciri - by Ciri - 10-10-2017, 12:10 AM
    RE: do you feel like a young god? ciri - by Amet - 10-11-2017, 06:00 PM
    RE: do you feel like a young god? ciri - by Ciri - 10-12-2017, 12:57 AM
    RE: do you feel like a young god? ciri - by Amet - 10-12-2017, 08:56 PM
    RE: do you feel like a young god? ciri - by Ciri - 10-13-2017, 07:32 PM
    RE: do you feel like a young god? ciri - by Amet - 10-14-2017, 07:15 PM
    RE: do you feel like a young god? ciri - by Ciri - 10-14-2017, 08:20 PM
    RE: do you feel like a young god? ciri - by Amet - 10-14-2017, 09:41 PM
    RE: do you feel like a young god? ciri - by Ciri - 10-15-2017, 12:36 AM
    RE: do you feel like a young god? ciri - by Amet - 10-16-2017, 12:09 PM



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