06-26-2018, 09:25 AM
He touches her in places she has never let anyone before, in places that no one had even tried. She is sure it would have happened soon enough if she had remained in her homeland; it wasn’t about finding love, it was more of a duty that was expected. Briseis has never given much weight to the idea, even though there had always been a part of her that despised the thought of being treated like some sort of machine. But this was different. This was her choice, and it didn’t seem at all like what she had witnessed back home. He was touching and caressing her in a way that told her that if she had ever decided to tell him to stop - if her brain could possibly pull her out of the riptide of her hormones and remind her of the consequences that could come from this desire-driven act - that he would have.
Of course, she doesn’t tell him to stop. In fact it’s the furthest thing from her mind.
Her run-weary legs quiver beneath his weight but with the adrenaline fueling her she hardly has time to notice. The insatiable ache she had been feeling is suddenly filled with him, an audible gasp escaping her lips. She can feel the way his teeth tug at the tangled strands of her mane, and then scrape the crest of her withers. The fog in her mind is thickening, every fiber of her being pulsating with an ever quickening rhythm, her body frantically searching for some sort of release. Her dampened neck curves into an arch as it becomes almost intolerable, and then, suddenly, like an overly tightened spring, everything uncoils.
The feeling leaves her breathless, her slender sides shuddering as she struggles to catch her breath. She feels him slide off of her, and slowly the haze that has surrounded her begins to lift, leaving her in a sort of hypnotic state of fatigue. She leans briefly into his touch, her black muzzle finding the nape of his neck. ”Morning is nearly here, but I guess I should try. “ Her lengthy legs fold beneath her, the soft bed of grass a welcoming feeling. For the first time in weeks her taut muscles seem to melt, a warm blanket of sleep quieting her dark thoughts. She looks up to him one last time, a dream-filled smile slipping lazily across her lips, ”It was....a pleasure to meet you, Leilan.” She nearly laughs at her own pun, but the oncoming promise of sleep was too hard to resist. She knows that it’s unlikely she will see him again. In the morning they would part ways, she in Hyaline and he to Ischia and all the other places he wandered. This night would be but a memory, their lives returning relatively to normal. Briseis has no way of knowing the trouble she has gotten herself into.
The ending is rushed because I need to go to work and will be busy there today and not able to post. You don’t have to reply, just wanted to wrap things up (:
@[Leilan]
Of course, she doesn’t tell him to stop. In fact it’s the furthest thing from her mind.
Her run-weary legs quiver beneath his weight but with the adrenaline fueling her she hardly has time to notice. The insatiable ache she had been feeling is suddenly filled with him, an audible gasp escaping her lips. She can feel the way his teeth tug at the tangled strands of her mane, and then scrape the crest of her withers. The fog in her mind is thickening, every fiber of her being pulsating with an ever quickening rhythm, her body frantically searching for some sort of release. Her dampened neck curves into an arch as it becomes almost intolerable, and then, suddenly, like an overly tightened spring, everything uncoils.
The feeling leaves her breathless, her slender sides shuddering as she struggles to catch her breath. She feels him slide off of her, and slowly the haze that has surrounded her begins to lift, leaving her in a sort of hypnotic state of fatigue. She leans briefly into his touch, her black muzzle finding the nape of his neck. ”Morning is nearly here, but I guess I should try. “ Her lengthy legs fold beneath her, the soft bed of grass a welcoming feeling. For the first time in weeks her taut muscles seem to melt, a warm blanket of sleep quieting her dark thoughts. She looks up to him one last time, a dream-filled smile slipping lazily across her lips, ”It was....a pleasure to meet you, Leilan.” She nearly laughs at her own pun, but the oncoming promise of sleep was too hard to resist. She knows that it’s unlikely she will see him again. In the morning they would part ways, she in Hyaline and he to Ischia and all the other places he wandered. This night would be but a memory, their lives returning relatively to normal. Briseis has no way of knowing the trouble she has gotten herself into.
briseis.
you’re ripped at every edge but you’re a masterpiece
you’re ripped at every edge but you’re a masterpiece
The ending is rushed because I need to go to work and will be busy there today and not able to post. You don’t have to reply, just wanted to wrap things up (:
@[Leilan]