10-14-2017, 09:41 PM
if there's a light at the end, it's just the sun in your eyes
He will never grow tired of exploring Ciri's body with his mouth. Between the feel of her skin, electric against his, and the soft moans she occasionally emits, the gilded stallion is content to soak it all in forever. His touch softens, reduced to breathy exhales against her flesh, and then pushes greedily again. How he aches to tease her now, to see how far he can push her before she collapses into him, but his own self-control is lacking, and Amet would give in just as swiftly as she would.
Her roving touch distracts him briefly, drawing a gasp from his lips as electricity shoots through his loins. "Ciri..." he groans as his own muzzle drifts over the swell of her haunches to caress near her tail. She obliges him, her husky voice professing her desire for him in a way that makes his groin ache. Amet grows more adventurous as she flips her dark tail over his neck, pivoting his body away from her until they are facing the same direction and he is able to nibble at the back of her leg longingly.
She is splayed already, offering herself to him again, and this time Amet does not bestride her hesitantly. The scent of her is exhilarating and thick in the heat of their den; he moans at her wetness. Wisteria blossoms stick to his back where he has knocked them from their branches and some fall away each time he sinks himself into Ciri. He works to ravish her, ensuring that he moves slowly and methodically this time to avoid another Minuteman assault, as his blunt teeth nip lovingly at her withers and neck, his voice resounding gruffly in her ears with each groan. The stallion closes his amber eyes in pleasure and drifts completely into his stars, seeing and hearing and feeling nothing else.
Amet
@[Ciri]