King of My Heart

VALKYRIE She stood in the storm The galeae glanced up from its foraging, roused by the sound of her unexpected and loud command - though Valkyrie’s interest in it had all but vanished. Subconsciously she could see its scathing glare, the warning glint in those mean, umber-tinted eyes, but more pressing had become the stallion, rather mare, who stepped swiftly to pass around it. With wide, bemused eyes she examined Vynter’s new, fashionably feminine physique, lither-looking all over, svelte and undeniably attractive. The pastel horse’s tail flicked disconcertedly, unable to douse the unwelcome flame ignited and flickering within. Tendrils of long, lavish hair curled around about each pristine, pointed hock and a soft snort rattled the crimson brim of her thin, velvety nostrils. "If you’re not careful,” it will - The primal, hateful edge to her character begged with mounting apprehension, desperation, longing to hurl another insult into the diminishing distance between; to batter back the worthless existence that danced now perilously and blithely her way - though neither her mind nor voice, could muster the motivation to berate him this time. The bewildered Sister, with a temperament as bitter and frigid as icy peak she hailed from, felt the great, resounding pound of her heart and pulse combined, thrumming to the rhythm of wholly unexpected attraction. Alien pressure bubbled in her loins. So clean and pale was he in the half-light of that morning, for the clouds stood in thick mass against the blue heavens beyond, and so startlingly sophisticated had become his crafting, that for a moment the confounded sting of recognition befell her; like cupid’s shameless arrow to that perfectly hidden, sensual epicentre of her being. Sigrún? Moving with deliciously familiar swagger, mesmerising motion and blatant self-assurance that she dared not defy, the Shieldmaiden received this illusion of her beloved, wicked Sister with a sense of swiftly swollen desire. Perhaps this was why she failed to pull back from his audacious advancement, forgot to scold him savagely with brutishly bared teeth and malicious retort. His thick masculine flavour, sweat and heavy pheromone, confused the vision which enthralled Valkyrie’s eyes, but she fought away reality for the sake of burning longing. It had been so long since she’d been caressed by this nefarious advisor…   The lantern above her swayed gently, casting it’s warm, provocative glow down upon the warm room surrounding. Valkyrie glanced with baited breathe by the pastel sleepers, her precious kin, who also shared her cavern, but her thoughts were lured back by the figure in the doorway. The impressionable creature was young and naive, a perfect victim for the criminal desires of this elder, and Sigrún came gliding shamelessly forward with impossibly silent footfalls, her slim, rosy nose extended. The tantalising touch of the High-Maiden’s advisor behind her ear sent a wild rush of hot adrenaline through her core. Soft, sensual lips traced the bulging bone there, beneath her tingling skin, ghosting with irresistible tenderness, beneath the flurry of her long, luscious hair. Valkyrie, still a babe in so many ways, stood there with her face bared upwards feeling the heat of the firelight spilling down across her like smooth, supple liquid. She seemed hopelessly unaware as the siren’s artful lips descended, breath hot and arousing against the burning plane of her cheek and she found herself pressing back, leaning, begging for the other to explore her yearning contours further. Sigrún’s head, sliding slowly down to cover the length of her face, felt heavier than expected, more eager perhaps, weighted by the same broiling hunger that grew inside her victim, the young Shieldmaiden accepted the new vigour eagerly, willing to subject herself to whatever passion this superior required. Her own face slithered upwards along the inside of the other’s throat, feline-like affection, drawing her lean frame beneath the chin. Every inch of her body felt ablaze, sizzling with delight, anticipating; inviting the next move! But then, his voice, like a cataclysmic climax to her wanting, ripped the lust clean from her core. “YOU” Valkyrie shrieked suddenly when her sultry, bloodshot eyes lifted to embrace her lover and her voice shook with rage. All at once, the hot coursing thirst within her shrivelled like a slug, bared to the Scorch sun, and the Shieldmaiden’s blood turned frightfully cold. “Get away from me!” she cried out again, stammering backwards to create a solid span of barrier between them. and when the wind did not blow her way, she adjusted her sails.

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Notes:
Valkyrie is currently cursed - physically she appears as a stallion, cannot remember why she hates men, and views others as the opposite gender.
@Vynter