Sunbeam Lair Shiver [m]

Into the mountains he followed the sunbloom girl, the daywalker @Minuet. Ptolemy kept to the shadows, tracking when she moved, watching when she stopped to rest. The islands burned in his thoughts always.

He would return.

But not without her.

So he followed her into the cave, skirting the dim perimeter, ever watchful. He lifted his muzzle to taste the air. No others; no disturbances, no distractions. Still he hesitated. His gaze followed her movements, filled with fascination.

She was beautiful; perfect, if any creature ever was. He wanted to ruin her.

She had only wanted to get away.
Away from Melody, away from that ugly desert that felt as if it mocked her. It mocked her, it made her sick! And so she did; she left, went as far as she could up into those mountains.
And she was alone again, and even still, that ugly feeling would not subside.
She could not bear to think of it, to remember anything, and so she doesn't; she snuffles at the moist floor of the cave, shakes the frost that had begun to accumulate across her back and slumps to the earth, folded in on herself.
She would be safe here.
But you know how they always say you should trust your gut?

He watched her fold like tumbling golden silk, like some pretty piece of lace discarded with the scraps. The sorrow clung to her; it was unbecoming, Ptolemy decided, and detached himself from the shadows. Wordlessly he circled, closer now, a vulture descending only when the rest of the world had fallen away and forgotten what festered in the dark.

In a swift motion he surrounded her; curving around her shoulders, muzzle trailing through her scruff and resting beside her ear. Minuet, He murmured in low velvet tones, pressing against her, incited by the delicate warmth of her. She smelled of sunlight and summer. She felt like redemption.

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She should have known.
Jadestone eyes once fluttered shut became wide, blown in the hefty dark of the cavern.

Minuet.

All of a sudden it felt as if her world came to a screeching halt and her vision turned to a pink-green kaleidoscope, warping and twisting and flashing in abstract, hideous patterns as the light bouncing from his retinas came into her view and she could feel the tips of hair fibers pressing together—
What the fuck!
And in one split second, her paw shoots out from beneath her and attempts to bash right into his nose.

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Powerplay with permission!

At once she came to life; his pulse surged with it. He caught her paw forcefully with his own, kissed it, pressed it into the earth. Shh, He soothed, nose tracing a path under her chin even as he sought to press her other paw to the ground. Such a delicate thing, his daywalker.

He inhaled lightly, intoxicated by the scent of her. You belong in the sunlight, Ptolemy whispered to her, reverent. But you'll never see it again. He released one of her paws and wrapped his own around her muzzle, tightly over her nose and her mouth. There he would keep it until her struggling ceased; until she was soft and pliant and his.

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All she had wanted was to rest.
That was all she thought of as epinephrine threaded her veins and sent her synapses firing into overdrive. She missed her shot — or more accurately, his reflexes had been much too quick for her, and so she does what her instinct drives her to even as her throat clenches and she struggles for oxygen.
She screeches, piercing, broken, violent, hollers with everything she can muster; her tongue forces out between her teeth and wriggles in the sweat-salt webbing of his toes; thrashes, kicks with a mighty force, anywhere she could hope to land a blow; prays to gods she does not believe in, not anymore;
And her ultimate seething fuck you as her willpower bends and her vision fogs, a darkgold stream that flushes from between her legs and trickles toward him.
The last thing she remembers before the swirling warm indigo of unconsciousness takes full control is a feeling of pride.