He exuded danger and lust in equal measures. She is driving him mad, she can tell. Her scent is stronger now, sweet and heavy, her body tuning itself to his every shift and caress. She shivers again at his words, his not quite threat plain. The lavender man was taller than her by a good amount, muscled and strong from his years soaring above ground. Blunt teeth drag along her spine as she curves along his form, claiming as any scar or collar could be. She hoped he lived up to expectations.
Encircled by the great sails of his wings, she stands before him, waiting for his next move, breath getting quicker as the tension wound tighter. And then he is looking at her again, silvered eyes catching the last of the day's light. The room is bathed in crimson warmth, dowsing both pale creatures with a wash of blush. His words are full of confidence and certainty, and they bring a smile to Sabra's curving lips. Ego was a funny thing, especially where men were involved. "Klaudius..." She repeated throatily. Her lilting voice played with the word, drawing it out. This, at last, sounded true.
Satisfied, she allowed him to work his way down her sculpted body, exploring it like work of art. It was only natural. At last he brushed against a sensitive point on her back, the dimple of her rump becoming the point from which he pivots. Her wings are shifted wide now, hanging from her sides like satin petticoats, making room for her lover's embrace. Head twisted around to take in the view. A beautiful man with his face against her, hunger burning in his eyes. Hunger for her. A similar hunger began to burn within her own belly, making her lean back into his chest with a sigh. The creamy banner of her tail pressed to the side, welcoming him to her most vulnerable points.
"Go on then. Take what you call yours. Take me Klaudius." The pastel mare murmured in encouragement, pressed tight against him. Her hips swayed in anticipation. She wanted to see his hunger released.
@[Klaudius]
Encircled by the great sails of his wings, she stands before him, waiting for his next move, breath getting quicker as the tension wound tighter. And then he is looking at her again, silvered eyes catching the last of the day's light. The room is bathed in crimson warmth, dowsing both pale creatures with a wash of blush. His words are full of confidence and certainty, and they bring a smile to Sabra's curving lips. Ego was a funny thing, especially where men were involved. "Klaudius..." She repeated throatily. Her lilting voice played with the word, drawing it out. This, at last, sounded true.
Satisfied, she allowed him to work his way down her sculpted body, exploring it like work of art. It was only natural. At last he brushed against a sensitive point on her back, the dimple of her rump becoming the point from which he pivots. Her wings are shifted wide now, hanging from her sides like satin petticoats, making room for her lover's embrace. Head twisted around to take in the view. A beautiful man with his face against her, hunger burning in his eyes. Hunger for her. A similar hunger began to burn within her own belly, making her lean back into his chest with a sigh. The creamy banner of her tail pressed to the side, welcoming him to her most vulnerable points.
"Go on then. Take what you call yours. Take me Klaudius." The pastel mare murmured in encouragement, pressed tight against him. Her hips swayed in anticipation. She wanted to see his hunger released.
@[Klaudius]