wherever you’re going, can i come too?
Rhaz
01-18-2024, 03:34 AM
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he commanded her to follow him, and she did. he led her into the den, and she was hot on his heels. and now he lay sprawled across a bed of hay, beckoning her closer, and she…she was a drowning girl and he her only salvation, a sole island buoyed above tumultuous waves. those final steps to his side felt much she imagined swimming through a storm might: heavy and shaking and desperate, just one more foot in front of the other, almost there, just keep going. his eyes pinned her in place, impossibly bright in the dimness of the den and intently assessing. he was weighing her up, she knew, against a set of predetermined conditions, whose details she couldn’t hope to guess. the whole thing was terribly unnerving, and in a sudden bout of self-consciousness she had to fight to keep her eyes trained on his, to resist ducking her head and watching her paws. in this room, she had to be brave. she had to take what she wanted. crossing the final inch between them, Dulla stood over his large form, carnation eyes burning like twin flames, and bent forward to press her mouth to kiss. it wasn’t a hard reach given his size; she barely had to crane her neck and there he was, that perfectly carved chin poised as though daring her to kiss him. and kiss him she did. she kissed him like a woman possessed, tongue seeking out the warmth of his with pure, carnal want. at the same time she attempted to straddle him, to clamber up on his large body and manoeuvre him onto his back so she could sit firmly atop his chest. she’d need help, of course - she could never hope to position him without his assistance - but she hoped he’d humour her, would allow her to lead in a dance he seemed startlingly well-versed when she herself was still learning the steps. |
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