Dreams and Wishes

Unknowingly she would call him, scream his name, draw him from the confines of clustered pines; desperate, eager, tongue lashing repeatedly at cherry lips as pale nostrils would quiver with rising ecstasy. Lungs would expand with each desperate inhalation, each breath more intoxicating than the last, pushing the angel from a brisk walk to a hasty lope, bangles bouncing top the fluent motion of his elbows. It was time, finally. Euphrosyne had been his initial brood, the first woman to call The Pines her home, and it would be only suitable the alluring temptress would bear one of his first litters. So he would seek her out desperately, tal flipping with the eagerness of his gaze, watching s the pale figure would rise towards him.

The beast would waste no time, slowing to his usual waltz as he came to a collision by her side; pressing his chest against the queens shoulders as a shaken breath would seethe through his teeth. ?You called,? he would manage only a rasped chuckle, mind blinded by temptation, her scent drowning his sanity. ?My little temptress, my succulent beauty, is your mind as prepared as your body so claims?? salmon tongue would fall from The Kings lips, tracing elegantly down the conforms of her feminine spine.