Date Posted:09/24/07 12:05pm Author: Dane/Cael Subject:Inside In reply to:
Cin/Bree
's message, "inside" on 09/24/07 11:53am
(Had he been in human form, he might have - might have - blushed. But as it was, he merely gritted his teeth for a moment as a wave of lustful desire passed through his body. Shaking out his now tense scales, he lowered his head further as she rested her head on her paws. She was so beautiful to him, so wee bit so fierce.. and he felt a growing sense of.. something.. for her.) That wasna rutting, lass.. that was the mating flight.. and just cause ye havena been rutted doesna mean it isna possible. (He said, a chuckle softly as he nibbled at her ear. He forgot, at times like this, that she was first and foremost a human.. and that he, as her mate, was her ambassador to drakon life. Still nuzzling gently at her cheek and ear, he let his weight settle just a little over her hips, and nearly hissed with the pleasure of it.) Another time, perhaps, I will show ye how it's done, aye? (One of her feathers slipped loose, and as it fell, he nipped it up, munching on it as he lifted his head to look over at the two men.) Will ye bring the clouds back again, lad.. I will, uh, try to focus a wee bit more on the lass's thoughts, aye? (He grinned sheepishly, not about to deny the fact that his thoughts had been somewhere else entirely.) (He wasn't the type to apologize for something he had done on impulse, it was the beast within him that acted on impulse.. and that side of him was something he nurtured and never attempted to harness. It was the freedom within him, the joy and strength of him.. and that was the side of him that he knew Gwen loved. Snorting slightly, he sidestepped his brothers hands and tossed his lengthy mane over his arched neck, so that he had a slightly rakish look, long forelock covering one obsidian black eye.) And the lass willna find out how I came about him, aye? All she kens is that the lad was being abused and I saved him.. and that is all there is to it. Besides, he will be a wonderful sire come spring. (He switched forms then, standing for a second stark naked before a black cotten kilt and matching tee shirt covered his form. Combing his windswept hair back, he conjured a leather thong and quietly began to plait his unruly locks.) Now bring up a good storm, that last one was a wee bit weak, if ye ask me.
