Ennunyenda
So much more. But he didn't tell her as they came closer. At his touch she turned into it, purposely cutting herself on his spines. Oh. That was how she wanted to play. He didn't recoil from the small drops of blood that stained his snout. The warmth of it setting his heart hammering, his own fire igniting in his gut. His skin burned with desire. When she tugged in his horn he didn't try to pull away or coddle her. No, he pushed back. He turned to face her. Their horns, still interlocked, forcing him to crane his neck down as he looked at her. It was what shielded her from the other spikes, or else she would have more that just one flesh wound.
She spoke, causing him the smile deviously. Oh yes. He knew. When she tugged again, he pushed, then pulled rapidly. Taking full advantage of that interlock and pull her closer, to cause her chest to ram into his as her neck was extended upward. He'd unhook his own horn within seconds and reach down. Rubbing his head along her next his head turned ever so slightly so the horns would run her skin. They'd scratch, but not do any serious damage. He'd kiss her skin with his orange blades before using his lips.
He breathed her scent in deeply. He pressed in closer, his lips find her shoulder. He nipped at her teasingly, his fangs brushing that skin. They could so easily piece and rend, but he wasn't so far gone to let that side of him take over. His was quickly becoming consumed by her. All he wanted was her. Her scent, her taste, her touch. It all excited him. He wanted more. His fangs bared in a grin of forbidden desire and his eyes flashed like a storm above the sea. But something was holding him back still. Something within him fought this. But why? They both wanted this. Why not just let go? He pressed closer to her, skin on skin. His body moving parallel with her own as his lips found her ear. He bit it, nibbled on it. Did it really matter if he drew a little blood? What was a little blood among friends? She clearly could take it.
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She spoke, causing him the smile deviously. Oh yes. He knew. When she tugged again, he pushed, then pulled rapidly. Taking full advantage of that interlock and pull her closer, to cause her chest to ram into his as her neck was extended upward. He'd unhook his own horn within seconds and reach down. Rubbing his head along her next his head turned ever so slightly so the horns would run her skin. They'd scratch, but not do any serious damage. He'd kiss her skin with his orange blades before using his lips.
He breathed her scent in deeply. He pressed in closer, his lips find her shoulder. He nipped at her teasingly, his fangs brushing that skin. They could so easily piece and rend, but he wasn't so far gone to let that side of him take over. His was quickly becoming consumed by her. All he wanted was her. Her scent, her taste, her touch. It all excited him. He wanted more. His fangs bared in a grin of forbidden desire and his eyes flashed like a storm above the sea. But something was holding him back still. Something within him fought this. But why? They both wanted this. Why not just let go? He pressed closer to her, skin on skin. His body moving parallel with her own as his lips found her ear. He bit it, nibbled on it. Did it really matter if he drew a little blood? What was a little blood among friends? She clearly could take it.
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Roscorro
I believe this world ain't half as bad as it looks.
I believe most people are good.
I believe most people are good.
@Kiada
This...ugh! Can't handled this!
You have my permission to use magic/force against Roscorro.
Maiming and killing is not allowed, though.
Maiming and killing is not allowed, though.
