06-18-2017, 02:34 PM
She is patient, she doesn’t seem to rush to action or conversation. And that quality puts Levi at ease. He too is patient, but in a more sinister way, a prowling patience. But right now, he doesn’t feel menacing, or sinister or whatever the right word is for a young man consumed by fire. He feels calm, mostly curious, and something else... less wholesome, but not malicious.
Her eyes drop and he takes a moment to allow his to run over her topline. The way her blues fade into the whites and the groves and curves of her back and hips. Saliva fills his mouth and he realizes he would like nothing more than to run his teeth and tongue over her flanks, taste the pool of softness below her hip bone. These thoughts simultaneously delight and surprise him. He hadn’t had many signs that the raging testosterone of his young body was doing anything other than making him more inclined to violence than most. But with his fire subdued by the icy river, he was feeling other urges which had been stifled by his more important need. The need to release his fire.
He almost didn’t want her to come back… not yet at least.
When his burning eyes, red and black, return to her face the tear trails have returned. Where the ruby of blood had been, there is only a brown smudge - the attraction he is feeling towards her does not diminish because of this, like she had assumed it would. He realizes that it is indeed attraction he feels, and a smile pulls at the corners of his mouth.
How he had watched them all and been unimpressed by their reliance one each other. All of them, the lovers, the give and take they exchanged had disgusted him. But now the heat traveling down his back legs informs him that it may not be so bad, to give in now and then. To let a mare support his weight, just for a night.
She is speaking now, and her voice draws him from his reflection and realization. He is soft and supple to her whim as he lowers his head to the height of her own and considers her restful eyes.
“Sure.”
Her eyes drop and he takes a moment to allow his to run over her topline. The way her blues fade into the whites and the groves and curves of her back and hips. Saliva fills his mouth and he realizes he would like nothing more than to run his teeth and tongue over her flanks, taste the pool of softness below her hip bone. These thoughts simultaneously delight and surprise him. He hadn’t had many signs that the raging testosterone of his young body was doing anything other than making him more inclined to violence than most. But with his fire subdued by the icy river, he was feeling other urges which had been stifled by his more important need. The need to release his fire.
He almost didn’t want her to come back… not yet at least.
When his burning eyes, red and black, return to her face the tear trails have returned. Where the ruby of blood had been, there is only a brown smudge - the attraction he is feeling towards her does not diminish because of this, like she had assumed it would. He realizes that it is indeed attraction he feels, and a smile pulls at the corners of his mouth.
How he had watched them all and been unimpressed by their reliance one each other. All of them, the lovers, the give and take they exchanged had disgusted him. But now the heat traveling down his back legs informs him that it may not be so bad, to give in now and then. To let a mare support his weight, just for a night.
She is speaking now, and her voice draws him from his reflection and realization. He is soft and supple to her whim as he lowers his head to the height of her own and considers her restful eyes.
“Sure.”
Levi
so scream you, out from behind the bitter ache.
Well, we tried :|
Also, with the vision manipulation you 100% have my approval to do whatever she wants! Poor girl, idk if she can see his thoughts or not.