[mature] do you feel like a young god? ciri

[Amet]

if there's a light at the end, it's just the sun in your eyes

Ciri is the only thing that exists in this moment. His thoughts, his desires, his needs revolve solely around her. And as she backs her hindquarters into his chest, the gilded stallion takes a shaky breath. He pushes against the starry-eyed girl as she lifts the tresses of her tail and plants another nip upon her rump, unsure of exactly how to express the need that he feels but knowing full well that he wants to show her in any way he can.

Ciri's legs are splayed sturdily as she moans his name, coaxing him onto his hind legs with a fiery compulsion. Despite the hazy need in his golden eyes, Amet is careful to settle his weight upon her carefully.  His front hooves struggle briefly to grasp at her sides but when he does find purchase, he pulls her back into him greedily and tugs at the base of her dark mane with his blunt teeth. The young stallion sighs with satisfaction as he nestles within her, his soft muzzle moving gently across her withers and then he is adrift in the task of pleasuring her. Amet pulls her tightly to him, consuming Ciri fervidly.

His inexperience shows in the length of their courtship, but Amet still has enough time to teeter between ravaging her with the immensity of his need and treating her as if she is his moon and stars. His stars, his akmar. When he is slick with sweat and he has sighed her name into her ear once more, the gilded stallion loosens the muscles in his forelegs and drops slowly back to earth. His body is awash with pleasure and he leans into her hip comfortably, placing kisses along the curve of it before striding forward once, twice, to let his golden head rest against her scarred neck.

Amet's heart still beats in his ears and he still wants nothing more than to be pressed against Ciri, but his raging passion has ebbed into a warm, constant want for her. Post coitus, his anxiety has fallen away and he is no longer nervous to stand beside the strong starry-eyed girl.

"You're perfect, akmar," he whispers to her.

Amet

@[Ciri]