Serenity
03-26-2014, 09:39 PM
The silver coated wolf struggled to breath, once more the touch of water was gone from him and all he could sense, feel and even taste was the wolf before him. Her scent touched on everything around him, he felt he wadded in a river of her hormones and he felt utterly high upon its touch on him. He was losing his senses, he could feel it fade as her scent encased him. No longer did he hear the chirp of birds or the gurgle on the rapids. No longer did the world coexist besides them, how could anything compete to that intoxication she laid upon him. He heard her giggle, the sweet sound of laughter light and carefree as laid down upon the soft grass, rolling until she lay upon her back and her lay caressed against his paws. He could feel her eyes upon him and knew that he was losing himself. The world around him was hazy and wondrous and the fae before him was soft and warm under his paws. He struggled to remember how suddenly her head had come to lie resting upon his legs, how a fresh wave of aroma would fill the air around them, coaxing them both, warming them and begging them to lose themselves. He could barely pull a coherent thought from his addled mind, as he looked down at the fae in his arms, her gently blinking eyes, and the warmth of her gaze upon him. She had charm besides that scent, and perhaps that was what made it so very hard to fight for his consciousness, his sanity. She had a beautiful personality coated with spunk and independence and life. he brushed off her Valhalla remark, her voice a gentle coo in his ears, her paw would rise and playfully paw at his chest, catching at his fur, she spoke again, asking after him and the way she caressed his name with her words, the way her paw gently pulled at the tuffs of his chest-fur caused a rumble in the back of his throat almost like a purr. He knew the desire that was building up inside of him, begging for a release, begging for her. The rumble in his throat would continue, a soothing rhythm of noise he barely even knew he was making. The touch of her warm body filled him with heat, her scent was everything, it was the air the earth and it swirled inside of him, seeking out his soul. He lowered his head over her outstretched paws, lowered until his nose touched hers, his eyes were closed, his throat was a rumbling purr as he felt the cool touch of her nose on his as he lowered his face to hers. Then, like a burst of realism he realised was he was doing and jerked his head upwards, he pulled his paws out from under her, he hung his head , this time over nothing but open ground. He was breathing in hard, gasping pants, pulling in breath and scent until his head swam but he couldn?t seem to stop his gasps as he dug his paws into the earth, gripping it as through his life depended on it. He had closed his eyes again, he couldn?t open it, he couldn?t bare his shame, he could not look her in the eyes. She?s on heat his mind screamed to him, she had perhaps even less control over herself as he did, it would be a betrayal to everything to Lyric, Valhalla, even to Liberty herself. His paws shook beneath him, he could not open his eyes, he could not move his head, he hung their quivering and ashamed. "Speech" |