[open] The Sweet Sting || Starsin ||

[Wolfbane]

I believe I'd die if I only could

I sure feel strange, but it sure feels good

He… doesn’t wonder about anything. There aren’t crashing stars or burning infernos dancing across Wolfbane’s thoughts as Starsin waited underneath him. Tonight he was forcing himself to be present and constantly in-the-moment, which meant that every other sense he had at his disposal was totally honed into the star-spangled girl and her reactions.

He sensed more than saw the way her skin sparkled, and he liked it. That much was true. But like his other soon-to-be encounters, theirs was shifting. As if there was another being entirely consuming him. Lepis liked to say, “whatever was wearing his skin” but it was more like, “whatever entity was possessing him in the moment.” And right now, in the moment, there was someone taking full control who’d danced this waltz many, many times before.

“That a promise you’re making?” Longclaw teased the petite mare, his voice barely above a heated whisper. He sensed nothing except the feeling of Starsin’s velvet nose, nothing but the sound of her body when it moved or the tension under her skin when it finally met with his own. He felt her ironclad determination, but was unsure if it was the determination to resist him or something more… sinister. He wasn’t sure that he cared.

The smell of her was telling, now that she’d gotten close enough. Too late in the season, he more or less accurately guessed - but it’d be no skin off his back (pun intended) if they wanted to play house for a little while. None at all.

“Take it, then.” His low words had reached a growling pitch, lacking any real anger or terror. Starsin could easily feel the way his throat vibrated, half purr and half desire. If that was what she was truly after - threats and sweet nothings - then she should take the opportunity. Here he was: the accursed one, the horrible monster of the north, laid bare and exposing himself right on her doorstep. “I’ll give you what the others want so badly. Take it, Starsin.”

Wolfbane shuddered. He couldn’t leave her, but he struggled not to move while his chest cracked and began to fray open at the will of his manipulative powers. Bane was ripping himself open for her, peeling away the golden skin and writhing muscles until his heart exposed itself, beating in time to his racing pulse. Thump thump, thump thump, the sound echoed around them both, interrupted by the shifter’s ragged, painful breaths.

“All… for you.” He heaved, tormented by the way he was exposing his most vital organ, even while his healing worked to fix the gaping wound. The skin would bubble and try to connect, but he was there to manipulate it back open again. Over and over, second by second. He waited for her decision.

For this thread:  Sex: M  ◉  Appearance: Normal, Wingless  ◉  Mood: Guarded

@[Starsin]