Ciri
As his squeal hits the air, as the result of her teasing touch is exposed before her, she has a sudden moment of clarity. It passes through her heated fog and tendrils of desire. As hard metallic meets molten gold. How crazy her life had become. How she had never in a million years pictured this moment, could never imagine her life traveling down this road. To battle creatures she thought only in fairytales. To be rescued by a knight who turned out to not be a Prince but a King. Not once in her dreams with every star in the sky could she have predicted this. To be lusted, desired, and possibly loved by him. A Dragon-King, her Dragon Stallion. That was where most have failed, to see past the boy he had once been. But she had always seen him for what he was. He was not a young man writhing to shed the skin of his cocoon to adulthood. No, he had always been a man in her eyes.
These thoughts rush in mere seconds as he unsheathes himself before her. As the weighty decision is made plan, there was still a chance to stop this. To make love to a King could cause endless problems and endless heartache. This she has learned from the stories on the road. Would he be like all the others? Or would it be different as she would claim his innocence the same instant he claims hers?
The new reflection in his eyes (the heat, the need) for her is all it takes. She is already wet and writhing for him, it was too late to turn back now. She doesn’t want to. She wants him. To feel his weight on top of her, his warm breath against her neck and whispered words in her ear. To feel him inside her, consuming her. She wants to be devoured. As her tail whips an invitation, he moves like the scaled beast he is. Claiming his treasure as he marks every inch of her body. The way he says her name makes her bite her lower lip, the icing on the cake. She is more than ready for him, parting herself and blossoming like an untouched flower as her tail lifts. There are no words, they are stuck in her throat as she gasps softly and trembles at his touch. She does not know what to expect and her butterflies take flight in her stomach even as her loins ache for him.
The sleek curve of her neck as she twists her skull to look back at him. All those unsaid things reflected in the silver stars of her eyes. Desire, lust, and the smallest glint of fear. She can wait no longer, taking a step back to push herself against his chest as she finally moans his name in a soft whisper. Their secret garden turning into a fragrant bed that becomes humid with their mounting heat. Take me Amet. Take me.
all of time and space, everywhere and anywhere, every star that ever was
*waves a fan* @[Amet]