When she reaches over to toy with his thick locks he returns with a brush of his upper lip along the ridge of her chest muscle. He lets a warmth breath spill onto her honey flesh, rubbing slightly harder before drawing away to look at her face. He smirks at her question – a smart question, he assumes, but one he doesn't necessarily have a full answer for. “Why....anything you desire to do, my dear.” His lips find her forelock and brush it aside, softly tracing his touch along her soft cheek. “Aye, you're mine and if it ever comes down to it my word is law – but trust me, you'll like it that way. All you must do is whatever you desire, after knowing those two things.” He draws in a lungful of crisp air and looking to the vastness of the forest surrounding him, his long black ears flicking about at the sound of owls and deer stirring in the distance. “I won't make you fught, or have children if you do not desire.” The thought of her refusing him made his loins feel weird. He twitches and tries to ignore it but his dark skin becomes hot. His body a bit tingly, like energy is about to explode through it. He fidgets once more, slashing his tail and putting his thoughts away. Perversion is dominant in his mind, but strategy is close behind and immediately raping your new mare-toy is never the right way to make her like being at your service. He grins at the slide of images flashing through his quickly churning mind. He extends his neck to place his nose on her chest again, lingering only a half inch or so above her flesh. He can hear her heart thumping faintly within her cage of bones...her lungs filling with air and expelling it as she touches his mane (or not, by now). “My lovely golden starling, do not dwell on what might happen.” His lips trail up her neck, bumping her so lightly she may not even know he's doing it. His mouth travels up and up until it reaches her own muzzle. He grayish nose has long whiskers that whisper against her lips at first and then his own, bigger, rougher mouth touches her lower lip. He lets his lips find hers, toying and gently rubbing, even a soft tug or too as he siddles a bit closer. He can only control what he really, really wants to do for so long. For now he settles with having her nestled safely in his coils. Whispering with a low, gritty voice as he finds her ears with his curious mouth. “I'll keep you from anything you don't want and give you whatever it is you desire.” The words just float naturally from him, like she has a magnet that draws them from him. He's never found himself sounding like that...even with the few ladies he's drawn away and convinced to let him heave himself onto them several times until he was happy. Perhaps it happens when they're yours. “Yes. Mine.” His inner voice echoes within the confines of his own mind. Chemdog x |
whoa.
calm down chem, jesus.
@[Sabé]
lol sorry if he's too intense, or i worded anything too crudely.
let me know and i'll edit.
also, let me know if mature content is not OK and i'll tone it down for ya if need be xD
