10-09-2017, 09:21 PM
if there's a light at the end, it's just the sun in your eyes
The moment of silence between his speech and her response stretches into eternity. Amet's heart can barely handle the wait; it threatens to rip from his chest, as if bursting away from flesh and bone will somehow solve this dilemma. Will she stay? It may burst with excitement. But should she go... He refuses to think on this option, expelling it from his mind in hopes that positive thoughts will somehow sway her decision.
Suddenly, thankfully, her laughter breaks the silence and her starlight falls to rest on them like angel dust. The gilded King sighs audibly in relief, the muscles in his neck and shoulders relaxing now that they have made it this far. She hasn't left yet, and every additional second that she remains laying with him on their bed of wisteria, his hope grows.
You are not alone, Ciri says and Amet smiles warmly at her, pleased that they're both trekking into uncharted waters. The brief thought of another stallion turning them into charted waters fuels a fire in the leather-plated King that he hadn't ever known to exist before. Jealousy? He shakes his golden head briefly, afraid to get too far ahead of himself, but then... She reaches for his cheek and this time, it's different. There's an added electricity to her touch. It sets his armored skin on fire, forces his breath to catch in his throat, and suddenly he is lost in her.
Her scent that mingles with the perfumed air of Hyaline. The hardened silver in her eyes and the fire that rises in them. The gleam of her coat and the battle wounds that tell of her strength... The curve of her hip. Show me, she whispers, and an unfamiliar flood of passion rages within him. Amet reaches his soft muzzle to her neck, his touch harder and more urgent than before.
He runs his maw down her neck, breathy exhales placed on her skin as he moves. He reaches her withers and then her shoulder, caressing the scars as and coat just the same. Hie neck is extended completely, the muscles rippling beneath his golden scales. He wants to go further, touch her more - Amet recoils quietly and rocks himself to his hooves before lowering his head instantly to regain contact with the starry-eyed girl.
Her flank, her side, the curve of her underbelly. He pulls his lips back to rake blunt teeth across her flesh lightly and his tail whips against his legs with a new sort of restlessness. His own amber eyes have closed, his mind lost in her scent and the desire burning within him, and then he whispers to her and his voice is gruff with need.
"Stand up."
Amet
@[Ciri]