Flying High

the sun inside of her rages like wildfire He stopped talking, but Kiada didn’t mind. No, he chose to speak with his actions as their interlocked horns danced. He tugged just as she had done, pushing, forcing her to do what he wished. The smile that crossed her lips wasn’t faked as it beamed brilliantly. He faced her, craning his neck down to view her. And she laid it all out in front of him, their breaths mingling in time with one another, his scent drowning out any common sense she had left. But with one thought, she made sure that Khairi stayed away from the cave for the time being. Then, he pulled as she tugged, colliding her chest into his with a small oomph escaping her lips. A succulent chuckle left her throat as he unlocked his horn from hers and ran them along her neck. A shudder passed through her spine, but she remained standing, still despite the sharp points that tickled her skin. But she did notice, the glowing teal liquid that adorned his own breast from where they had collided – from where her X marking had transferred ever so slightly onto his rich soil-hued skin. And then he breathed in deeply, pressing himself closer as his lips found her scarred shoulders. Her own lips roamed along his side, tickling the underside of his wings where it was most tender, a soft smile remaining on her face as she felt his fangs nibble her own scar-flecked skin. And then, he moved, parallel to her as his teeth bit down on her ear before nibbling, though she felt the blood begin to welt along the markings before dripping slightly down. She hardly felt it, the fire within drowning out any feeling of pain that might accompany what would otherwise be a threat. With a grin, she moved, angling herself to where they were perpendicular from one another, her barrel by his face. Her tail flicked again, the charcoal tips lifting higher as they brushed against his own barrel, her head angled to rub the sharp tip of her horn on the opposite side of his stomach. “I didn’t know you had this side to you.” She murmured, turning herself further to where her head was beneath his wing. “I think you should show it more often. Especially for me.” She purred before swishing her tail harder, aiming for the tips of her tail to hit him in the chest with the sharp point of tiny whips. "Talk." and she is — gold, gold, gold. Kiada

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@Roscorro LMAO this is fantastic