[mature] somewhere between the sand and the stardust; Levi

[Levi]

Yes

Tucked like a fawn against his side she agrees, and still he wonders if she knows what she is agreeing to. But regardless, the submission paired with the hunger in her innocent eyes causes a hot flush to washes across his overheated skin.

She yields under his every touch, her little gasps and tangible shivers stoking the already roaring fire inside of him into a blaze when he thought it couldn't grow any hotter. His muzzle linger where the reactions are more powerful, the most gratifying, as he lets her lead him in this way where she will. Watching, feeling, her experience each new sensation heightens his own experience until his head is in a haze but he needs more, and she has said she want's that too. 

"Come with me," he finally says, calm and cool although the only thing he wants in the world is to tuck her blue hips up against his own. 

From the sand Levi rises to his full height, stepping back so she can do the same.  He pushes his broad chest against her, shoving her toward the cover of the jungle with purpose, and only a little for force than necessary. Ferns and jungle vines cross his back, some singing on contact with his mane and tail, but he is oblivious to everything except for the shape of her.

"Here," he says as he halts, grasping her mane between his teeth and drawing her back towards him, holding her. He fights the urge to cover her now, wanting instead to hear her asking for him again. "Show me what you want," he says, releasing his hold and pressing his mouth behind her ear as he reaches with his mind for her vision.

Levi

so scream you, out from behind the bitter ache.