07-03-2018, 12:20 PM
The whole world faded away, leaving only heat and passion in it's wake. Pressed against him she feels his pulse quicker as surprise coarsed through his veins. Igniting like a fire around them as they both dove deeper together. Surrender was easy and Nymf relished in the release it provided. Safeguarded within the bubble of a newly created universe, irrisensten and persistance met her every movement. Lost to herself, a breathy moan escaped past the velvet of her lips as his own response vibrated against her skin. Nipping playfully at the blue of his mane she inched closer to him despite the room to do so. Everything was gone. Pain, longing and loneliness fled as her heart tumbled widely within the cavity of her chest. Svedka was all she needed. Svedka was all that she wanted.
Like a dance they drifted, the other unwilling to allow even the slightest of breaths to come between them. Pulling away only momentarily she glued her gaze to his saphire pools, disbelief proving to be her only distraction. He was here, with her. A willing participant. She wondered if he could see her heart as it struggled against her flesh, if he could feel it perfectly timed to his own.
Only partially aware of the changing colors of the skies gradually deepening navy, time otherwise held no claim to her awareness. Bitter cold and the clouding of her breath following each exhale were all things she was numb to. All she new was the warmth of his lips upon her skin as they traveled along the length of her spine. Slowly her eyes closed, her body responding to his touch without her command. Upon the blacks of jer lid explosive colors danced jovially. She needed him. Longed for him.
"Svedka," she moaned, her voice almost a demand hidden behind clenched teeth. She felt her tail lift and the warmth between her legs. She was ready to feel him. Ready to belong to him, even if only for a brief moment.
Like a dance they drifted, the other unwilling to allow even the slightest of breaths to come between them. Pulling away only momentarily she glued her gaze to his saphire pools, disbelief proving to be her only distraction. He was here, with her. A willing participant. She wondered if he could see her heart as it struggled against her flesh, if he could feel it perfectly timed to his own.
Only partially aware of the changing colors of the skies gradually deepening navy, time otherwise held no claim to her awareness. Bitter cold and the clouding of her breath following each exhale were all things she was numb to. All she new was the warmth of his lips upon her skin as they traveled along the length of her spine. Slowly her eyes closed, her body responding to his touch without her command. Upon the blacks of jer lid explosive colors danced jovially. She needed him. Longed for him.
"Svedka," she moaned, her voice almost a demand hidden behind clenched teeth. She felt her tail lift and the warmth between her legs. She was ready to feel him. Ready to belong to him, even if only for a brief moment.
Nymf
I Have No Tears Left To Cry
@[Svedka]