The stars in your eyes
Emersyn
06-24-2021, 02:13 PM
Feeling Segin wrap his forelegs around her sides just brought out another protective rush of emotions in Emersyn's heart. Perhaps she was being too soft—or perhaps she had always been soft on the inside, and life had forced her to be hard. Maybe he was just breaking through the shell she had put around herself and discovering the true Emersyn Rhyse. When she had been a fighting slave, she had looked after the other slaves not in the arena, Matalar's personal servants to tend to him. They had all been smaller, squishier, much like Segin was. They couldn't defend themselves from the violence the fighters directed at them. But she could protect them, and she had done so well. Was that why they had all turned on her so easily, because she opposed them and what they did? She might never know the truth, but at this point it didn't matter. What was done was done. Now she just had to work with the cards she was dealt.
Segin's comment about how he couldn't effectively protect her, but promised to always be there to give her love and physical affection made Em laugh softly. God, he was such a little sweetheart! Em had been so tickled by his comment that she didn't notice his muzzle coming up until she felt the soft press of his lips against her cheek. She froze, but her heart did the opposite, skipping beats like a stone off the water as emotions she'd never felt before hit her like a truck. She stared down at him with wide eyes, taking in his happy innocuous grin and wagging tail. What did she want Segin to be to her? Her friend? That was a given; he was like her family at this point. But Segin was also making her feel things she'd never felt before, a fire starting deep in her gut and a racing of her heart that wasn't fear. It happened every time he gave her any sort of affection. Was she so starved for a love she'd never known that all it took was a little taste to get her hopelessly addicted like a junkie?
A grin slowly spread its way across her face while Em held Segin's gaze, letting him fuss with her and love on her as he pleased. His paws and claws felt great on her back and the way he clung to her made her feel important, dominant, wanted. Loved. Brutes had terrified her since her ordeal, but Segin didn't. Segin was radically different from the brutes she had known. He was a different breed and he made her feel different ways. Not fear, but a longing, painful hunger. His playful lick to her chin churned that hunger and stoked the fire inside her even more. Every touch made her heart race and made her feel empowered to have a male treat her such a way. That was what it was. Segin made her feel powerful. Not broken, not disgusting—beautiful and powerful.
Leaning closer. Emersyn returned the lick to the end of his muzzle, grinning as she moved to place a slow kiss on the end of his nose. "You're such a sweetheart, Segin," she commented with a snicker. She nuzzled the side of his face, her snout running through the fur on his cheek to find his ear, then lowered her voice to a whisper. "I'm... not very good with physical affection... but if you'd like to help me, I'd like to learn." It felt like such a bold move asking such a thing of him, but Segin made her feel ways she'd never felt before. Maybe this little brute could help her heal from her traumas—or at the very least, keep her feeling like she was riding some sort of high. She didn't want this feeling of beauty and dominance to go away. It felt right. Segin felt right.
"Emersyn"
Segin's comment about how he couldn't effectively protect her, but promised to always be there to give her love and physical affection made Em laugh softly. God, he was such a little sweetheart! Em had been so tickled by his comment that she didn't notice his muzzle coming up until she felt the soft press of his lips against her cheek. She froze, but her heart did the opposite, skipping beats like a stone off the water as emotions she'd never felt before hit her like a truck. She stared down at him with wide eyes, taking in his happy innocuous grin and wagging tail. What did she want Segin to be to her? Her friend? That was a given; he was like her family at this point. But Segin was also making her feel things she'd never felt before, a fire starting deep in her gut and a racing of her heart that wasn't fear. It happened every time he gave her any sort of affection. Was she so starved for a love she'd never known that all it took was a little taste to get her hopelessly addicted like a junkie?
A grin slowly spread its way across her face while Em held Segin's gaze, letting him fuss with her and love on her as he pleased. His paws and claws felt great on her back and the way he clung to her made her feel important, dominant, wanted. Loved. Brutes had terrified her since her ordeal, but Segin didn't. Segin was radically different from the brutes she had known. He was a different breed and he made her feel different ways. Not fear, but a longing, painful hunger. His playful lick to her chin churned that hunger and stoked the fire inside her even more. Every touch made her heart race and made her feel empowered to have a male treat her such a way. That was what it was. Segin made her feel powerful. Not broken, not disgusting—beautiful and powerful.
Leaning closer. Emersyn returned the lick to the end of his muzzle, grinning as she moved to place a slow kiss on the end of his nose. "You're such a sweetheart, Segin," she commented with a snicker. She nuzzled the side of his face, her snout running through the fur on his cheek to find his ear, then lowered her voice to a whisper. "I'm... not very good with physical affection... but if you'd like to help me, I'd like to learn." It felt like such a bold move asking such a thing of him, but Segin made her feel ways she'd never felt before. Maybe this little brute could help her heal from her traumas—or at the very least, keep her feeling like she was riding some sort of high. She didn't want this feeling of beauty and dominance to go away. It felt right. Segin felt right.
