Flying High

the sun inside of her rages like wildfire She inhaled deeply, enjoying the game they played. Her sides swelled with the intake, decreasing as she exhaled quietly, blowing the air through her nose along his undercarriage. And with a grin, she knew they were coming to a point where they couldn’t wait any longer, and she simply couldn’t wait. But she did have enough time to feel the fire within her burn brighter, further as his voice roamed across her, deep and rich and alluring. Then, her tail struck home, watching silently as his own tail flickered as though Roscorro were restraining the spiked dragon’s tail. She knew it wouldn’t be a problem for him, eyeing those clawed hands that were where front hooves usually went, and she grinned, removing herself from underneath his wing, to situate herself directly in front of him to allow him the release of what they both craved. -fade to blaaaaaack- When all was done, Kiada’s body that had once been dry was darkened again, and she moved from him closer to the fire to allow the sweat that accumulated along her body to dry. She grinned at him brilliantly, the fire glowing in her eyes as she looked to him to see what he thought of the whole ordeal. Inside, Kiada knew it was probably wrong that they had done this, but it was so much fun, and she hadn’t done anything like that since her first time, since Arakh, a lifetime away in Helovia. And slowly, she realized, perhaps she’d be less stressed and inherently happier if she did this more often. But if it weren’t for the gasses in the caves that made the both of them high, would it have even happened? More importantly, would it ever happen again between them? And would things between them remain the same? She grinned at him with that lovers gaze before shaking her body, her mane dancing in the light of the flame to land along the opposite side of her neck. The blood had dried along her cheek, staining it a dark ruby red. There was also a small stream of blood from her ear that melded with the black and copper of her skin. But she didn’t mind. They would heal and leave nothing behind. "Talk." and she is — gold, gold, gold. Kiada

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AHHHHH @Roscorro