Velk
02-23-2019, 09:39 AM
do you ever wonder...
...do you ever dream?
If he could think about anything besides Mary, perhaps Velk would hear his mother's gentle warning ringing in his head. As it is, he could not think past her enchanting smile, stimulating touch or, her intoxicating perfume. The black-and-white returns her smirk with a warm grin as his ears catch her compliment. His sapphire gaze locks with her soft, brown eyes as she begins to encircle him. The warmth of her flesh, brushing against his, stirs an unfamiliar tingle within his body. He feels his heart flutter and, his breaths become faster as he anticipates her touch. The young male notes the confidence in her stride and, the manner in which she carries herself. She mesmerizes him with each ripple of her muscular bodice. He nearly melts as he feels her warm breath upon his cheek and, her sweet words in his ear. He leans into her so that her soft muzzle may brush against his temple.
As she pulls away to canter towards home, Velk feels himself being pulled after her. A light laugh emits into the crisp air as he pushes off into a rhythmic three-beat cadence. He makes no effort to hold back and, before long, Velk is matching her stride. In the distance, his sapphire gaze catches the glimmer of the amber and gold canopy that marks the domain of Sylva. The black-and-white stag refocuses as a pair of trees requires his full attention in order to pass between them. His lips curve into a smug smirk at having navigated the tight space before the soft glow of the moon upon her rump draws his gaze back to her. He presses on until she slides to a stop. He does so as well and, turns to face her since he halted a stride or, two, past her.
His ribcage quivers with both the exertion of their jaunt and, the anticipation as she approaches. Her giggle brings a gentle smile to his lips before her warm pelt meshes into his side. He stands still, basking in her close proximity, until her question pushes him into action. He had never before known desire like this. His heart feels warm and, flutters with excitement while, deep in his pelvis, Velk feels a burning tingle. She provokes a primal urge and a confidence that the male cannot ignore. His sapphire tail lifts away from his buttocks as he slides away from Mary.
He ignores her question as he curves his body around her elegant face and brings his whiskered muzzle up to her jawline. He begins to trace her curves, exhaling warm breaths as he runs his lips over her form. He nudges a few tresses off of her withers before he follows the line of her shoulder. As he brings his muzzle along her barrel, he presses his shoulder into hers. He exhales a warm whuff into her flank before following the point of her hip down the back of her rump and hind leg. He pauses a moment, allowing his warm breath to release on the top of her tail as he ponders exploring what is beneath. Instead, he decides to curve around her body from behind and rub himself along the side he started on. Like a cat, staking claim by rubbing its scent all over, Velk hopes to stimulate her with his touch. The stallion presses his nose into the curve of Mary's cheek before he whispers, "I feel right at home, dear. Thank you for the warm welcome." He moves his lips towards hers before he swings around to face her. His sapphire gaze twinkle in the glow of the moon as he makes his way around her front again. Before he reaches out to touch her, he asks her a question. "Now, may I do a bit of exploring?"
He chooses not to wait for an answer as, now, his groin burns with want. Slowly, he advances (tormenting himself and, hopefully, Mary as well). Velk allows his lips to follow her curves again. This time, he starts at her poll and moves down her crest to her withers. As he traces her spine, he wiggles his lips across each vertebrae. In an effort to remain respectful and, aware that Mary may object, tufted lobes flick rearward to listen though, he continues to seductively inch towards her rump.
As she pulls away to canter towards home, Velk feels himself being pulled after her. A light laugh emits into the crisp air as he pushes off into a rhythmic three-beat cadence. He makes no effort to hold back and, before long, Velk is matching her stride. In the distance, his sapphire gaze catches the glimmer of the amber and gold canopy that marks the domain of Sylva. The black-and-white stag refocuses as a pair of trees requires his full attention in order to pass between them. His lips curve into a smug smirk at having navigated the tight space before the soft glow of the moon upon her rump draws his gaze back to her. He presses on until she slides to a stop. He does so as well and, turns to face her since he halted a stride or, two, past her.
His ribcage quivers with both the exertion of their jaunt and, the anticipation as she approaches. Her giggle brings a gentle smile to his lips before her warm pelt meshes into his side. He stands still, basking in her close proximity, until her question pushes him into action. He had never before known desire like this. His heart feels warm and, flutters with excitement while, deep in his pelvis, Velk feels a burning tingle. She provokes a primal urge and a confidence that the male cannot ignore. His sapphire tail lifts away from his buttocks as he slides away from Mary.
He ignores her question as he curves his body around her elegant face and brings his whiskered muzzle up to her jawline. He begins to trace her curves, exhaling warm breaths as he runs his lips over her form. He nudges a few tresses off of her withers before he follows the line of her shoulder. As he brings his muzzle along her barrel, he presses his shoulder into hers. He exhales a warm whuff into her flank before following the point of her hip down the back of her rump and hind leg. He pauses a moment, allowing his warm breath to release on the top of her tail as he ponders exploring what is beneath. Instead, he decides to curve around her body from behind and rub himself along the side he started on. Like a cat, staking claim by rubbing its scent all over, Velk hopes to stimulate her with his touch. The stallion presses his nose into the curve of Mary's cheek before he whispers, "I feel right at home, dear. Thank you for the warm welcome." He moves his lips towards hers before he swings around to face her. His sapphire gaze twinkle in the glow of the moon as he makes his way around her front again. Before he reaches out to touch her, he asks her a question. "Now, may I do a bit of exploring?"
He chooses not to wait for an answer as, now, his groin burns with want. Slowly, he advances (tormenting himself and, hopefully, Mary as well). Velk allows his lips to follow her curves again. This time, he starts at her poll and moves down her crest to her withers. As he traces her spine, he wiggles his lips across each vertebrae. In an effort to remain respectful and, aware that Mary may object, tufted lobes flick rearward to listen though, he continues to seductively inch towards her rump.
Velk
@[Mary]