KERSEY || the academic executioner of silver cove
I know the mistake as soon as it's made, but I don't feel regret. There is a change in the air. An electricity that flickers from his body to mine and leaves me aching to learn the consequences of my words. But while I am hurtling forwards to a conclusion, my companion is relishing the chase. It is a delicious agony, this unquenched thirst.
His voice slips from his throat, a heady, teasing sound. He speaks in such a way that I want to ask him what he's learned, if the truths he has uncovered are anything like those I've found. But I am too far gone to think of my studies. My focus has shrunk to the two of us, in this corner of the meadow. My mind slips towards the memory of the lovers entwined. They seem... tame, in comparison to the rising tension between the green stallion and I. Loving, sweet, gentle... I want none of that.
His words hiss in my ear and I submit, anticipation turned to lust. I have been trained to obedience. From my mother to my brothers, I know what it is to follow an order. But never before has one felt so deliciously sinful. The rise and fall of his chest against mine, bracing for what is to come, sends a shudder through me. I have never been so close to anyone. I should be afraid.
I am not. Yet.
A groan escapes through my lips, a sound I don't recognize. It hits me with sudden clarity that he will win this dare. I find I can't be irritated. A snarl builds in the air, predatory, and it is followed by a sharp clamp of teeth behind my withers. He's shifted, so quickly I don't recognize the threat. Canines sink through my flesh with practiced ease. This is not his first time wielding these teeth.
I gasp.
I am tempted to beg. Not for relief, but for more. Blood drips from the wound he has inflicted. It burns and tingles and I arch my back in invitation. He could kill me. I know it, but I do not fear it. For one, my brother's would tear him limb from limb if he did, and secondly, I do not believe he truly wants me dead. At least, not yet.
The world shifts back into focus slowly. I see red and white around my vision. I can hear him panting. I am strangely satisfied to know that I caused that, his breathlessness. I laugh at his words, my own voice shuddering.
“You mean,” I say as I run my nose against his lips, my blood still staining his teeth, “you are going to forget me after this?”
I do not have his teeth, but I do have a more than basic knowledge of the body. “Let's see how well you can stand still, hm?” I decide on agonizing slowness with which to torture him. Anticipation, after all, can bring one to their knees.
With a practiced air, (although oh, so different this time when I'm not intent on the finality of death) I nip gently at the base of his neck, where it meets his chest and slowly work my way up until my teeth are grazing his jaw. I brush the side of his body with my own, lightly, sensitizing it, making it vulnerable for me to play with. I dance away, circling him closely, aiming to make his body ache for mine. My warm breath caresses his shoulder before I twine around his body, flicking my tail in whip like strands and yanking roughly on his neck. It is strange and powerful, flaunting sex in front of him and demanding he simply watch and feel what I offer.
I meet his eyes then, purple and bright.
“Truth. Tell me what you think of me, all grown up.”
ooc: power playing is obviously happening. ;-P Let me know if you want me to change anything!