Nighttime Madness
04-28-2014, 11:04 PM
(This post was last modified: 04-28-2014, 11:04 PM by Crucifix.)
There was something with the touch of their bodies, the warmth of their fur together. He could feel her against him, was so very aware of every part of them that touched, to her head against his chest, to her fur curled about his legs, the soft silk of that extremity light upon him, as light as a brush of lips against his fur. He tingled at the touch, losing himself in the feel of her even this little bit made himself want to lose himself so much more to her. To give himself over to her, and, ohh.. for her to give herself over to him. He didn't know how much time passed beneath the blanket of darkness above them, did not know the movements of the forest. He forgot everything to her, and to her touch. He would caress her gently in his hold, gentle, firm and rich with his flow of emotions. As she had touched her cheek to his he would push his cheek into her again, wrap his tail about her rump, draw her so much closer, so close that only one thing could possibly make them more of a single being. Her words, her every word said in that rich, singing voice would make him gasp with want and need. Said in an admission of her own want only deepened the desires. Then she was up, and he hated to relinquish any grip upon her. But she would not leave his side ? he did not think he could handle it if she did. Instead she walked about him in tight circles, touching and taunting and showing herself to him. The swish of that fine tail would drape against him, and it was captivating, the rump it connected to swayed with her walk in a pleasing movement. Still she talked, and his eyes followed her every movement, craning his neck so he would not lose sight of her for a second. He was very much entranced by her, by the power she held over him. She stood behind him then, her words a soft command, a command he burned to hear. She would reach up and nip at his neck, her soft grip against him was the last straw. He turned in a graceful, slow movement as the thud of her paws against the ground resounded with a thump of his heart. He turned and reared up, grasping her body in his paws, wrapping himself around her, owning her, but he did not yet take her. He pulled her to the ground with him so they both lay upon there sides, him with his legs still wrapped possessively around her. He curled his head into the side of her neck, nipping gently at the folds there, rubbing his nose against the soft of that fur. His tail curled about her hind leg as he pressed every part of his body into her, the thud of his heart audible with his chest pressed into her side. ?Everything of you is luminescent, and beautiful, sweet Othello? he whispered into her ear, tickling against the furs there with his breath and a brush of his lips. ?I want you? he said again, burning, his voice and body burned with all the desire, and then, he took her. "My sounds""My Soul" |
