Flying High

He was deeply enjoying their game. The way they teased and danced within the seclusion of the caves. The light of the fire danced upon their forms, casting their shadows upon the wall. Dark and intertwined as the two played. He was enthralled. Completely and utterly taken by her. He would not step away, could not. He wanted her, she wanted him. They would get what they wanted.

He couldn't take much more. Couldn't hold back for much longer. But why was he even holding back? He couldn't think clearly enough to form any thoughts outside of Kiada. Her form consumed him as he breathed her in. He released her ear as she touched underneath his wing, her horn soon rubbing along his stomach as she purred. There is a lot you don't know. A darkness within him that would probably excite her further at this moment in time. He wanted to tell her this, to whisper it into her ear like before.

But he bit it back. It was cause far too much talking. Lead this in a direction he did not want it to go. No, he wanted to continue to get closer, to cross that line he would never cross were he in his right mind. Were either of them in their right mind. Instead he said in a husky whisper. "For you, always." Her felt the sting of her tail, his own almost thrashing now in excitement. It was in this moment he finally gave into the desire he had been fighting against for so long.

talk talk talk talk

Roscorro

I believe this world ain't half as bad as it looks.
I believe most people are good.

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