10-14-2017, 07:15 PM
if there's a light at the end, it's just the sun in your eyes
He hadn't expected Ciri's painful cry as they commenced the consummation of their relationship; he pauses only for a moment, his ears tilted forward to see if she will protest the weight of him or his entrance into her snug cavern. When she does not ask for his dismount, the young Amet continues with his reverence of her smoky black body. She sighs gently and the gilded King relaxes into a better position at the sound, though he is still fearful that he may hurt her. When he is satiated and his dark tail has flagged over the gleaming scales of his flank, Amet lowers himself gently to the flower bed beneath them, rife with gratification.
He is content to nuzzle against Ciri, but his shining brilliance has a different idea. She permeates seduction, her curvy frame pressed and rubbing against his. The Dragon King releases a low mmmm of satisfaction as she curls herself around him and places a kiss upon his muzzle; he breathes in deeply, intoxicated by her scent, and then she speaks coyly and his breath catches for only a moment. "Oh?" he chuckles low in his throat and uses his chin to pull her back to him when she threatens to create distance once more.
He presses his soft muzzle to her withers and moves slowly downward, pivoting his golden frame slightly so that his maw can run down her shoulder. Her sweat draws him in, overloading his brain with her irresistible pheromones - had he any notion of how he would feel about Ciri when they had first met, Amet would not have taken this long to display his affections to her (though, perhaps it is for the best that he hadn't known, lest he'd been distracted during the more critical moments of her care).
"Only if you call me that again," he murmurs to the starry-eyed girl as he snakes his way down her feminine frame again, this time with less tentativeness and more of an urge to guarantee her fulfillment. His nose trails down her flank, to her thigh, teasingly to the dock of her tail before he places a nip on the back of her leg. "Tell me you want me," he requests of the mare as his voice grows guttural and his manhood grows... well, just grows.
Amet
@[Ciri]