10-22-2018, 11:02 PM
Vulgaris
His jaws part to trail his teeth along her skin as she commands him and he resists initially. The want of it burns between the skin and muscle despite his restraint. But then she’s smiling and whispering into his ear all the things he’s ever wanted to hear her say. Vulgaris breathes a slow sigh against her neck and lets the razor edge of his fangs prick at her skin. He can still remember pretending the first few girls he ever slept with were her and he used to feel so guilty for it.
He closes his eyes and navigates his way down the length of her spine, dragging the scales of his shoulder against her. Then he turns and presses his chest to the curve of her hips. When he opens his eyes, he rests his chin along her back and memorizes the way she looks from this angle. Her scales shimmer in the light and he’s distracted enough that he doesn’t realize he’s already got his legs around her. Vulgaris lifts himself up and inside, thinking this is what he always thought it would be like.
He doesn’t mean to snarl but the burning desire has become an inferno within him now as he surrenders. His teeth find her shoulder, gripping the rough scales until the taste of copper washes over his eager tongue. Somehow, it was never this violent when he imagined it. Vulgaris swore he’d be gentle and caring but now he wants to mark her so she knows she always belongs to him. Shiya had found her comfort in the caresses of others before him and he wants to make her pay for it now.
When he finishes, he’s gasping for breath and her blood is dripping from his chin. He slides off of her with a sheen of sweat coating him. There is some inkling of shame already contaminating him but he’s too tired to care about it for now.
Instead, he presses his shoulder to hers once more and lazily rests his head over her neck.
“I’m sorry for biting you,” he says quietly now. The apology is sincere and yet it feels odd in his mouth. This is the first time he’s ever felt bad for hurting someone, he realizes.
He closes his eyes and navigates his way down the length of her spine, dragging the scales of his shoulder against her. Then he turns and presses his chest to the curve of her hips. When he opens his eyes, he rests his chin along her back and memorizes the way she looks from this angle. Her scales shimmer in the light and he’s distracted enough that he doesn’t realize he’s already got his legs around her. Vulgaris lifts himself up and inside, thinking this is what he always thought it would be like.
He doesn’t mean to snarl but the burning desire has become an inferno within him now as he surrenders. His teeth find her shoulder, gripping the rough scales until the taste of copper washes over his eager tongue. Somehow, it was never this violent when he imagined it. Vulgaris swore he’d be gentle and caring but now he wants to mark her so she knows she always belongs to him. Shiya had found her comfort in the caresses of others before him and he wants to make her pay for it now.
When he finishes, he’s gasping for breath and her blood is dripping from his chin. He slides off of her with a sheen of sweat coating him. There is some inkling of shame already contaminating him but he’s too tired to care about it for now.
Instead, he presses his shoulder to hers once more and lazily rests his head over her neck.
“I’m sorry for biting you,” he says quietly now. The apology is sincere and yet it feels odd in his mouth. This is the first time he’s ever felt bad for hurting someone, he realizes.
" ancient language, speak through fingers. the awful edges where you end and i begin. "