Ring the knell and Death will answer
Lurid ♡
03-13-2023, 01:10 PM
T here was a beautiful, maddening tension in the air as the two apex predators' gazes met and held, the atmosphere fire and electric all at once around them. This was a culmination of a lifetime of desire—of long, yearning glances hidden away behind a stoic facade of dutifulness and fealty, of fantasies dared not to be spoken for their sinful and insubordinate nature. She had been a princess promised to another and destined for a life far above his station, and he a nobody scarcely into adolescence with nothing of substance to give to her. Now they had evolved into something wholly different. She was a queen, a goddess given flesh to mold this world to her making. He was a predator, a hunter with a singular purpose and focus in his world, and an art he had long-since mastered. Both of them were forces of nature and their coupling would be world-shattering!
R equiem could barely breathe as he issued his lecherous demand to Lurid, watching her with excited, almost frenzied silver eyes while she gasped to pull breath into her lungs. The salacious smile on her lips made that hungry ache in his belly intensify, and the way she brushed her muzzle back along his cheek to whisper in his ear could have made the man faint he was so aroused. When she spoke the words he craved in her purring voice and native tongue, Req made a growling groaning sound deep in his throat. It was guttural and primal, the noise of an animal in rut ready to claim what he desired. Like Lurid, the crimson brute was no virgin, but no amount of touch from another woman could have made him feel the way he did in this moment. Lying here with her, their bodies pressed taut together, so achingly agonizingly close to attaining what they both needed, it was the first time he had ever felt so alive with a fae! Lurid may very well have been his first for the way she made him feel right now.
I n her eyes, Requiem could see Lurid's nervousness mixed in with her eagerness and anticipation. She wanted this as badly as he did, but he understood her anxiousness. Lurid had been promised to Alastor, meaning that unless the dark brute had mated with her already (and he assumed they had) then she would have laid with no other. Req obliged Lu's insistent pulling around his neck to bring his lips back down to hers, pausing just before he claimed another kiss from her to whisper against her lips, "Tunc tuus ego sum, et tu meus es." As the blood-hued brute claimed the alabaster goddess' mouth with his own, strong forelegs would curl around shapely hips, holding Lurid beneath him while he drew his hips back to align their bodies, and then slowly sank himself home within her. Requiem's body went rigid in an instant, every muscle tensing as intense waves of hot pleasure crashed into him like a tidal wave while he spread and filled her. Silver eyes clenched shut and a deep groan of pleasure was pulled from within him as he kissed Lurid with all the passion and lust from years of pent up desire. His paws flexed, gripping tighter to his queen's slender body around her waist while he joined them together, moving at a gradual pace to allow themselves to adjust to one another. As much as the hunger and ache would have liked him to slam himself into her, Req wanted to savor this perfect moment, to make it a core memory for his love. He would make love to her, burn away all other memories of her past life, remove all traces of ebony and replace them with crimson ones instead. Lurid was his; he was going to make her his over and over and over again tonight.
"Requiem" | "Latin"
R equiem could barely breathe as he issued his lecherous demand to Lurid, watching her with excited, almost frenzied silver eyes while she gasped to pull breath into her lungs. The salacious smile on her lips made that hungry ache in his belly intensify, and the way she brushed her muzzle back along his cheek to whisper in his ear could have made the man faint he was so aroused. When she spoke the words he craved in her purring voice and native tongue, Req made a growling groaning sound deep in his throat. It was guttural and primal, the noise of an animal in rut ready to claim what he desired. Like Lurid, the crimson brute was no virgin, but no amount of touch from another woman could have made him feel the way he did in this moment. Lying here with her, their bodies pressed taut together, so achingly agonizingly close to attaining what they both needed, it was the first time he had ever felt so alive with a fae! Lurid may very well have been his first for the way she made him feel right now.
I n her eyes, Requiem could see Lurid's nervousness mixed in with her eagerness and anticipation. She wanted this as badly as he did, but he understood her anxiousness. Lurid had been promised to Alastor, meaning that unless the dark brute had mated with her already (and he assumed they had) then she would have laid with no other. Req obliged Lu's insistent pulling around his neck to bring his lips back down to hers, pausing just before he claimed another kiss from her to whisper against her lips, "Tunc tuus ego sum, et tu meus es." As the blood-hued brute claimed the alabaster goddess' mouth with his own, strong forelegs would curl around shapely hips, holding Lurid beneath him while he drew his hips back to align their bodies, and then slowly sank himself home within her. Requiem's body went rigid in an instant, every muscle tensing as intense waves of hot pleasure crashed into him like a tidal wave while he spread and filled her. Silver eyes clenched shut and a deep groan of pleasure was pulled from within him as he kissed Lurid with all the passion and lust from years of pent up desire. His paws flexed, gripping tighter to his queen's slender body around her waist while he joined them together, moving at a gradual pace to allow themselves to adjust to one another. As much as the hunger and ache would have liked him to slam himself into her, Req wanted to savor this perfect moment, to make it a core memory for his love. He would make love to her, burn away all other memories of her past life, remove all traces of ebony and replace them with crimson ones instead. Lurid was his; he was going to make her his over and over and over again tonight.
"Requiem" | "Latin"