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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]  if you want love, you gonna have to go through the pain; dawn
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    He had thought he understood the perfection of this woman but he is happy to be proven wrong, to find her beyond his imaginings. Dawn wants him and he can smell the need coming off her skin like a drug tailored especially to him. Will she come here again? He wonders. He should be more nervous perhaps, hoping he’ll please her enough...

    Dawn is not going to permit the young stallion even a moment to collect himself. The pleading is one thing. His Queen’s sweet, strong voice turned to the purpose of begging him to satisfy her is enough to make him drunk on maddening desire. Pretty, sweet, gentle Dawn. It’s the wantonness in the way she shifts, parts her thighs for him that obliterates any hope of pacing himself. A rumble rolls through Valek’s chest and the surface of the lake around them is turned into a mad conglomeration of ripples as he turns again to place himself behind her. As he shifts his lips follow the inside of her thigh. 

    When at last the bay draws back it is to bare his teeth and sink them against the muscular curve of her rump, insistent. He doesn’t wait for further permission though Dawn may give it. Lifting himself onto her Valek grazes his teeth over the curve of her spine and then stills just long enough to find her brown eyes in the mirror surface of the lake before pressing himself fully into her, buried deep when he reaches out to grip her just above the withers. He exhales with a shudder and adjusts his hold on Dawn’s sides. He wants to tell her she is his, hazy as he is with that perfect madness of desire. Still, he has enough where-with-all to withhold. Instead he only growls her name. Valek’s teeth rake furrows in her wheat-gold pelt as he savors her, consumes her.

    When his eyes are not on her body before him they are flashing over the picture of the two of them together reflected through the ripples below. If she doesn’t watch them he takes a mouthful of her mane to remind her to, pulling, releasing her before finding another place for his kisses, his teeth, a chance to mark her as his for a while.



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    RE: if you want love, you gonna have to go through the pain; dawn - by Valek - 09-07-2019, 12:06 AM



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