[mature] Je n'ai jamais eu besoin de toi

[Bardot]

Bardot

I know what sin is

This. This is the Tunnel she recalled from her dreams, not the disgusted stallion who had turned from her in the dark. He nips at her and she nickers pleasantly in return, unable to keep the smirk of delight from her dark lips. He was right after all, it was already abundantly clear that she would never run from him. Not by choice. She had craved him from the moment she had laid her golden eyes on him. It had only intensified when he had left her there, panting and shaking in the cold forest. Now that he was here, curled around her, touching her, she still feels the need to reach for him and make sure he is truly real. That this isn’t just another frustrating dream. But it is him, from his dark face to the primitive black markings that blur into his cobalt coat. No, this is not a dream. This is real, the way he places kisses along her backside in worship and teasingly draws them along the back of her thigh. She is a wanton thing beneath his touch and she laughs lightly as he teases her, knowing a punishment when she sees it. Two can play that game however and she leaves her own wet trails along his darkening skin, bringing her teeth to pinch the sensitive skin of his inner thigh that’s just barely exposed above the surface of the water. “Tunnel.” She says his name in a smoky voice, the need in her tone unmistakable. It is autumn and she knows that there is always the chance that this might end up in something neither of them want or are ready for. And yet, despite the common sense lurking around her lust filled brain… Desire is a hell of a thing. Her nips become more decisive, more passionate, and sharper as she makes it clear that she is done waiting for him. “Tunnel.” She says again in that same smoky voice but it’s clearly a demand as she throws back her horned head and gazes at him through golden slits beneath thick lashes. He had promised her something, whispered it to her in the secluded darkness of the cold forest. She fully intended on collecting that promise now.

They may call me a sinner, but I am at peace with myself;

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