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    Assailant -- Year 226

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    "But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura


    [mature]  if you want love, you gonna have to go through the pain; dawn
    #11


    Maybe Valek should be overwhelmed or flounder a bit more, but he has always been an unusually steadfast, brave creature.

    He plays with her, and her laugh is sweet and girlish. Valek has heard it before and his crooked grin is irrepressible. Dawn is not so reserved here, alone, with him. There is something so fulfilling in that, in seeing happier version of her that feels like it is just for him.

    When she touches him in return he does not shy, meets her eyes with his own which have gone incrementally darker. In his inexperience he is not sure of what she wants from him but instinct guides him in reaching out again to touch her face. Just a tender sweep along her jawline, he hates to think of her struggling, this beautiful woman he has worshipped as long as he can remember. It is more than that though, and his body postures of its own free will, tension and electricity reaching into is muscles so that he appears even larger. His blood is on fire and she is only looking at him and telling him he has done well bringing her here. “You can come here any time, I will keep it for you.”

    Valek can hear the tightening in her voice as she runs out of words and it makes him ache. She wants him to move close to her in turn and he does, letting his lips drift down the side of her beautiful face. Her skin is warm and soft and his is on fire.
    The young stallion is quiet, listening carefully to her voice, wanting to know what else he has helped her feel but she doesn’t say. So he lets his lips find the corner of her mouth where it hovers above the water, but there are no words there. Less still when he kisses her.

    It is a brief and tender touch and when Valek pulls back it is only by centimeters. His face parallel to hers. “Dawn.” A strained whisper that does not tremor with apology. He is not sorry. Valek cannot forget she is his Queen, but more than that, that she is the ideal of his young and inexperienced heart.If she does not try to escape him he reaches out, brushing her neck beneath the fall of her flaxen mane and pulling her close to his broad chest, water the only minute boundary between them. “Just tell me this is okay.” His golden lips whisper once more, painfully low. The scent and feel of her is enough, some feral part of his mind says it is more than enough...but Valek needs her to say that at least for today he is what she wants.

    As if just today would be enough.




    Valek
    if you want love


    @[Dawn] i love my stupid little boy Confusedob:
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    #12

    DAWN

    i just killed off what was left of the optimist in me

    There is something about him that sparks a confidence in her, one that she wasn’t sure that she had. Her trysts with Litotes had been desperate and needy, her night with Clayton just a little bit awkward, but still sweet. This is something completely different and the two men are nowhere near her thoughts as her eyes meet Valek’s, and she isn’t sure which of theirs have grown darker with growing desire. His lips graze her jawline and she trembles not from the cold, leaning into the soft touch as though she is drowning and he is her source of air.

    When his lips brush against the corner of her mouth, she hesitates, but it is only brief. She returns his kiss tenderly and releases a breath she didn’t know she was holding as he pulls away, his voice nearly as tense as his body. She doesn’t respond as he pulls her in, their chests colliding in the freezing water and all of the air rushing from her lungs as he wraps her into an embrace. This is something she wants so desperately that she can hardly hold herself back; her lips meet his neck and nip gently at the flesh there, simultaneously pulling at his mane.

    “Yes,” she whispers breathlessly against him, shifting in the water to bring them even closer together. “Valek, I want you,” she breathes, and she wonders if he can hear the need in her voice – she is nearly pleading with him now, the strength of her own desire threatening to pull her underwater and break her. Her lips press soft kisses to every part of his skin that she can claim, all the way up to the base of an ear. “Perhaps we should,” she suggests with a breathy chuckle, indicating the shore several yards away. The water between them is nothing more than a barrier now, and she wants to shed every barrier that separates them.



    @[Valek] dawn's ready to GET IT ON
    clean.
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    #13


    He hasn’t known yet what it is to want to claim a woman but the need in Dawn’s voice could push him into madness. Her kisses have a desperation, heady and so perfectly delicate. His dilated pupils take in the glow of her between sunlight and reflective water and he nods once when she suggests they move to shore. Instead though, when they wade in he nips at her gently to yield among the secluded shallows where the rock outcropping that conceals this place forms a little bay where the lake barely reaches their knees.

    “Here.” He murmurs from beside her, his lips grazing her ear and then trailing down her jaw. “Right here...I like the water and I want to see all of you.” A rumble, the water reflecting the both of them in its mirror surface. His bay-dun bulk splashed with gold, muscled and massive beside her palomino curves. Valek watches to be certain she sees them, sees herself with him beside her, worshiping what he is desperate to claim for himself. The young stallion turns his face toward Dawns, to kiss her again slowly and then to press his lips to the latch of her throat, nipping lightly at her jaw afterward because he cannot resist. “Aren’t you beautiful?” He growls, heated kisses along her throat urging her agreement.

    Valek pivots against Dawn’s shoulder, the movement of his heavy limbs disturbing their reflections until he stills again to draw her scent off the ridge of her spine, lips brushing the slope of her short strong back before his teeth catch at the point of her hip. He lingers there, his shoulder against her barrel, lips tattooing searing kisses down the outside of her her thigh now. He wants to linger just a moment longer, to steady the eager thoughts that had roared to life his lusty mind when she’d almost begged for him moments ago.



    Valek
    if you want love


    @[Dawn] & Valek make a porno
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    #14

    DAWN

    i just killed off what was left of the optimist in me

    At his nod, they begin to move towards shore, but there are still a few yards left of the icy lake when he nips gently at her and she stops, knees trembling as she realizes she had wanted that nip, and all of the teeth marks that are sure to mar her coat tomorrow. She wants him to be gentle, to be rough, to destroy her from the inside out – her mind is a mess of emotions she can hardly comprehend as his lips brush against her ear and trail down her jawline and she trembles again; she doesn’t know if she wants to savor every second, or rush in headlong with no thought to the consequences. 

    She looks down at the reflective surface of the lake as he speaks, smiling softly at their entwined reflections. It will make for an interesting picture, no doubt – she will be able to see every move he makes from atop her. Her breathing grows a little heavier as he turns and kisses her again, and she moans aloud as he presses a kiss to her throatlatch and then a nibble to her jaw. His kisses grow more urgent against her and she moans again as her own lips find his neck, alternating between kisses and nips as her wants grow. She wants him, she needs him; she feels as though she will explode if she has to wait a moment longer.

    “Oh, Valek,” she groans as he pivots against her, shivering as his lips trace the slope of her topline and his teeth brush gently against her hip. She sighs as she adjusts her stance, so that her legs are a little further apart to leave him access to all of her more... sensitive areas. Please,” she murmurs as he presses lingering kisses into her thigh, desperate for more.



    @[Valek]
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    #15

    He had thought he understood the perfection of this woman but he is happy to be proven wrong, to find her beyond his imaginings. Dawn wants him and he can smell the need coming off her skin like a drug tailored especially to him. Will she come here again? He wonders. He should be more nervous perhaps, hoping he’ll please her enough...

    Dawn is not going to permit the young stallion even a moment to collect himself. The pleading is one thing. His Queen’s sweet, strong voice turned to the purpose of begging him to satisfy her is enough to make him drunk on maddening desire. Pretty, sweet, gentle Dawn. It’s the wantonness in the way she shifts, parts her thighs for him that obliterates any hope of pacing himself. A rumble rolls through Valek’s chest and the surface of the lake around them is turned into a mad conglomeration of ripples as he turns again to place himself behind her. As he shifts his lips follow the inside of her thigh. 

    When at last the bay draws back it is to bare his teeth and sink them against the muscular curve of her rump, insistent. He doesn’t wait for further permission though Dawn may give it. Lifting himself onto her Valek grazes his teeth over the curve of her spine and then stills just long enough to find her brown eyes in the mirror surface of the lake before pressing himself fully into her, buried deep when he reaches out to grip her just above the withers. He exhales with a shudder and adjusts his hold on Dawn’s sides. He wants to tell her she is his, hazy as he is with that perfect madness of desire. Still, he has enough where-with-all to withhold. Instead he only growls her name. Valek’s teeth rake furrows in her wheat-gold pelt as he savors her, consumes her.

    When his eyes are not on her body before him they are flashing over the picture of the two of them together reflected through the ripples below. If she doesn’t watch them he takes a mouthful of her mane to remind her to, pulling, releasing her before finding another place for his kisses, his teeth, a chance to mark her as his for a while.



    Valek
    if you want love
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