02-06-2017, 01:36 AM
NIER
Her pretty head turned toward him as he came around to her other side, sensing him, feeling the heat of him. He smiled, pleased, and nipped just a little behind her ear and down her smooth neck. Testing her, pushing her. Let's see just what makes you tick, little ghostflower.
A wistful little smile played across her supple lips as he spoke her name, dragged it out in his husky voice. Her eyes lit with a new shine of eagerness, interest, and they found their match glowing in his vibrant green eyes. Or would, if she could see them. And as he purposefully pulled away, she followed. His grin widened as she returned the attention, her deep purple muzzle lipping at his coat. From neck to shoulders to withers, she labored sweetly, and he hummed low at her careful administrations.
She nibbled and groomed where his wing met his solid muscle, and he dropped his wing for her, let it drag and rest against the earth. Mmm, he could get used to this. Most often he was the one giving and giving until they were hot enough to take. He supposed it was a little challenging to play back to someone entirely invisible, but he didn't mind. They were usually worth the time, worth the steady rise to boiling over in desire. Perhaps she would be too. Or perhaps this would not go that far.
"What's your name?" she asked him. He smirked, ever the secretive one at times like these, and only pulled out of her touch. He resettled his milky-white wings against him, and began his motions again. Steady steps took him around her, reaching out to drag his mouth along her, letting her watch him that way. Her neck became her shoulder, along her smooth spine to her hip. A sweet little nip there, simply out of curiosity. Mmm, yes she tasted as good as she smelled.
Then he continued on to the curve of her flank, his mouth slowing, lingering, before drifting away completely. Breaking the contact. He didn't fear his placement at her enticing hind quarters, didn't fear that she would kick him. Even if she did, he wouldn't care much. Name.. he finally repeated softly, remembering belatedly that she'd asked him for his.
His dark nose dragged along her again, tracing the contours of her deep purple figure til he was at her shoulder again. He groomed at her mane again, distracted. The truth was, he wasn't really interested in giving her his name. He loved to hear them moan it, that was true, but he wasn't sure he'd take this one that way. Wasn't quite decided on what to do with her just yet. So many possibilities.
He drew his lips to nibble behind this other ear, humming thoughtfully against her warm flesh. Mmm, he nipped at her neck, soothed it with a lingering kiss.
Name me.
A wistful little smile played across her supple lips as he spoke her name, dragged it out in his husky voice. Her eyes lit with a new shine of eagerness, interest, and they found their match glowing in his vibrant green eyes. Or would, if she could see them. And as he purposefully pulled away, she followed. His grin widened as she returned the attention, her deep purple muzzle lipping at his coat. From neck to shoulders to withers, she labored sweetly, and he hummed low at her careful administrations.
She nibbled and groomed where his wing met his solid muscle, and he dropped his wing for her, let it drag and rest against the earth. Mmm, he could get used to this. Most often he was the one giving and giving until they were hot enough to take. He supposed it was a little challenging to play back to someone entirely invisible, but he didn't mind. They were usually worth the time, worth the steady rise to boiling over in desire. Perhaps she would be too. Or perhaps this would not go that far.
"What's your name?" she asked him. He smirked, ever the secretive one at times like these, and only pulled out of her touch. He resettled his milky-white wings against him, and began his motions again. Steady steps took him around her, reaching out to drag his mouth along her, letting her watch him that way. Her neck became her shoulder, along her smooth spine to her hip. A sweet little nip there, simply out of curiosity. Mmm, yes she tasted as good as she smelled.
Then he continued on to the curve of her flank, his mouth slowing, lingering, before drifting away completely. Breaking the contact. He didn't fear his placement at her enticing hind quarters, didn't fear that she would kick him. Even if she did, he wouldn't care much. Name.. he finally repeated softly, remembering belatedly that she'd asked him for his.
His dark nose dragged along her again, tracing the contours of her deep purple figure til he was at her shoulder again. He groomed at her mane again, distracted. The truth was, he wasn't really interested in giving her his name. He loved to hear them moan it, that was true, but he wasn't sure he'd take this one that way. Wasn't quite decided on what to do with her just yet. So many possibilities.
He drew his lips to nibble behind this other ear, humming thoughtfully against her warm flesh. Mmm, he nipped at her neck, soothed it with a lingering kiss.
Name me.