12-08-2018, 03:33 AM
Her teeth rake longingly against his neck as he tangles himself in her mane, melting beneath his explorative touch, as she nestles herself into him. She is lost in her desire, drowning beneath the waves of it as her lips leave a trail of caresses along his neck, his shoulder, his chest — leaving nothing untouched that is within her reach. If she tried to think about how it had happened, how she so quickly lost herself to the shadow-stallion, she would never be able to find an answer — but she is unexplainably his.
It takes so much to shake her awake, to stir to life the parts of her that she has always kept hidden from the rest of the world. Briseis has always been quiet, reserved, speaking only when she had something worth saying, and oftentimes just a single sentence. She is even quieter when it comes to emotions, her face often stoic and withdrawn, careful to keep everyone out. There are so few that have seen the other sides of her, the parts of her where things like passion are kept concealed, and even then, she has only ever shown a diluted version of what she is actually capable of.
Something about Ether opens her up.
She blossoms beneath his lips, and the way his touch becomes firmer, hungrier. The response that he utters sends a rush of heat that races across the full length of her body before it settles inside of her, and the intensity of her want, her need, is reaching its breaking point. When his teeth graze the skin near her withers she bites her lip, still conformed against him even as his touch slides further along the ridge of her back, her breathing noticeably quickening as it is expelled across his skin.
”I’m yours,” And not only does she hear the difference in his voice but she feels it, like an electricity arcing between them, humming and intense. Her lips move to caress his jaw once more, his cheek, and then near his ear as she murmurs, ”So take me.” There is a breathiness to her words that is not usually there, a note that almost sounds like a plea. Through the dark her brown eyes find his, smoldering, so unlike the placid pools they had been not long ago. Here in the protective veil of the shadows, they belong only to each other — just as she is he is, he is hers.
@[Ether]
It takes so much to shake her awake, to stir to life the parts of her that she has always kept hidden from the rest of the world. Briseis has always been quiet, reserved, speaking only when she had something worth saying, and oftentimes just a single sentence. She is even quieter when it comes to emotions, her face often stoic and withdrawn, careful to keep everyone out. There are so few that have seen the other sides of her, the parts of her where things like passion are kept concealed, and even then, she has only ever shown a diluted version of what she is actually capable of.
Something about Ether opens her up.
She blossoms beneath his lips, and the way his touch becomes firmer, hungrier. The response that he utters sends a rush of heat that races across the full length of her body before it settles inside of her, and the intensity of her want, her need, is reaching its breaking point. When his teeth graze the skin near her withers she bites her lip, still conformed against him even as his touch slides further along the ridge of her back, her breathing noticeably quickening as it is expelled across his skin.
”I’m yours,” And not only does she hear the difference in his voice but she feels it, like an electricity arcing between them, humming and intense. Her lips move to caress his jaw once more, his cheek, and then near his ear as she murmurs, ”So take me.” There is a breathiness to her words that is not usually there, a note that almost sounds like a plea. Through the dark her brown eyes find his, smoldering, so unlike the placid pools they had been not long ago. Here in the protective veil of the shadows, they belong only to each other — just as she is he is, he is hers.
briseis.
you’re ripped at every edge but you’re a masterpiece
you’re ripped at every edge but you’re a masterpiece
@[Ether]