Wheeling Gull Isle wet

love it !! channeling pre-teekon aria while still keeping the plot thick!!!...

the air, suddenly, was thick. aria had no name for any religion she'd ever followed, but this suddenly felt right. whatever her newfound companion was doing was working, and the pearl was soaking in every ounce of energy that she could harness from it. one by one her tasks were completed, meaning little by little she felt some sort of presence around them. it was almost alluring-- she felt so drawn to the ceremony that she could hardly think straight. by now, her only thoughts pertained this man and his gods. she wanted to please them, and consequently-- him.

at first, she didn't understand what was happening. one moment, she was watching the offering, the next him. the man dipped his muzzle into the blood, moving towards her with a sort of look that she hadn't seen before-- she didn't think. aria was no stranger to men, no stranger to a heated, flirty, conversation. but the moment she locked eyes with him, she felt a stirring that was beyond foreign to her-- and yet, somehow, so familiar. 

she was unable to look away, only until she pressed his wet muzzle to the base of her ear. her face heated, heart raced, and her toes tingled. she was unsure of his intentions, but the more he touched the more she found solid ground. somehow, she was not so against it, but the only thing that ran through her mind was but i am a virgin. it was not so elegant to give yourself away to a stranger-- she did not even know his name. and she was hardly but a year old (at least to her own knowledge, despite being well of age in reality). she sat frozen as he began to explore, tracing along the valleys of her figure. she was so morally against the whole operation, and it was to her own shock as she let out a thick, honey-coated whine. it fell from her lips as they parted, her ears splaying in a mixture of longing and pure and utter disapproval. she did not want this to happen, she was not ready-- but the more the shock allowed his actions, the more she realized that she was ready. this dance somehow felt familiar to her, and her body begged for it to happen.

still confused, still scared-- and somehow completely humiliated. she raised herself up, her tail  almost automatically falling to the side. her pale gaze turned back, searching him for answers. she was still lost in her emotions, but something in her stopped her from pulling away. something in her needed this.