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She trembled.
Tundra's frame quivered with the potency of their draw - galvanic, binding; analeptic in intoxication. As though drugged, his body hummed with euphoric anticipation, caught in this web, these crystalline threads coalesced by the hands of the warrioress alone. Enthralling, hypnotic wraith of frost.
Purred, taunted - that is what she did, incentivize his mind, his body too. Dark-feathered ears shuddered with her words, and the power of their bearing, and eyes of rimy hues dove into the pools of her own, where feigned heat met solid ice, the coalition of elements. Fur of his cheek did waver at her breath, dusted in the lure of her threaded lattice, the snare of her mesmerizing trap, and he allowed himself to bathe in it - that gossamer web.
Tundra, his mind growled.
He wanted her, this sylph, right in his palms, clutched close to his body - but a heat was growing, fire stoked in the pits of his belly and further, consuming all that he was in the burn of two sacrilegious words--
--"Show me."
That was all it took. Ravenous fumes drove the engine of his mind, where the heat finally devoured. Muscled body steadied her own, this liquified goddess, who's elysian bait was swallowed whole - he cared not for consequence, and vibrated in hunger against the crook of her neck. Down, did his lips trail, igniting fire as they went, this burning kiss of demand. Heat, as he trailed her neck, to her shoulderblades, and more, along the curve of her spine, and to her hips, with the tantalizing slowness of one who sought to tease, to hold her in her wanting for as long as he craved.
Behind her hips now, caught aflame in lascivious yearning. For seconds, he lingered, hovered just out of reach, in coveting closeness, as if to bury her further within himself and her desires, before his weight met her own - his forelimbs draped and then held over her waist, should she allow, and their bodies would fuse with the impetus of their games, but greater.
Unrestrained; fervent. Of empyrean, and impure.
Tundra's frame quivered with the potency of their draw - galvanic, binding; analeptic in intoxication. As though drugged, his body hummed with euphoric anticipation, caught in this web, these crystalline threads coalesced by the hands of the warrioress alone. Enthralling, hypnotic wraith of frost.
Purred, taunted - that is what she did, incentivize his mind, his body too. Dark-feathered ears shuddered with her words, and the power of their bearing, and eyes of rimy hues dove into the pools of her own, where feigned heat met solid ice, the coalition of elements. Fur of his cheek did waver at her breath, dusted in the lure of her threaded lattice, the snare of her mesmerizing trap, and he allowed himself to bathe in it - that gossamer web.
Tundra, his mind growled.
He wanted her, this sylph, right in his palms, clutched close to his body - but a heat was growing, fire stoked in the pits of his belly and further, consuming all that he was in the burn of two sacrilegious words--
--"Show me."
That was all it took. Ravenous fumes drove the engine of his mind, where the heat finally devoured. Muscled body steadied her own, this liquified goddess, who's elysian bait was swallowed whole - he cared not for consequence, and vibrated in hunger against the crook of her neck. Down, did his lips trail, igniting fire as they went, this burning kiss of demand. Heat, as he trailed her neck, to her shoulderblades, and more, along the curve of her spine, and to her hips, with the tantalizing slowness of one who sought to tease, to hold her in her wanting for as long as he craved.
Behind her hips now, caught aflame in lascivious yearning. For seconds, he lingered, hovered just out of reach, in coveting closeness, as if to bury her further within himself and her desires, before his weight met her own - his forelimbs draped and then held over her waist, should she allow, and their bodies would fuse with the impetus of their games, but greater.
Unrestrained; fervent. Of empyrean, and impure.
If I cannot bend Heaven,
I will raise Hell.
I will raise Hell.
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seven spider eyes, for every day of the week [mtr.] - by Aries - December 19, 2019, 09:17 AM
RE: seven spider eyes, for every day of the week - by Tundra - December 20, 2019, 04:29 PM
RE: seven spider eyes, for every day of the week - by Aries - December 22, 2019, 03:16 PM
RE: seven spider eyes, for every day of the week - by Tundra - December 26, 2019, 10:58 AM
RE: seven spider eyes, for every day of the week - by Aries - December 26, 2019, 06:20 PM
RE: seven spider eyes, for every day of the week - by Tundra - December 26, 2019, 07:59 PM
RE: seven spider eyes, for every day of the week - by Aries - December 27, 2019, 11:30 AM
RE: seven spider eyes, for every day of the week - by Tundra - January 01, 2020, 04:52 PM
RE: seven spider eyes, for every day of the week [mtr.] - by Aries - January 11, 2020, 11:43 AM