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Post by Darkstar on Dec 8, 2006 15:11:37 GMT -5
Filth allowed bunched muscles to relax, gentle shake of the nape and barrel. Maw parted...
"Good evening as well, brute."
He wasn't sure of the sincerity of the words, but didn't much care either. Dial turned to look at the smoldering angel before him. Her elegance was endearing, much adored. Bodice sidestepped closer, and kissers met her own. |
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Post by elle on Dec 8, 2006 15:51:36 GMT -5
It's over, I've served my time. I've been locked up a long time, now its time to fly
Sombra watched the steed leave momentarily, before her attention was turned back to her King as he stared her over. She lipped at his cheek, her alabaster pelt contrasting his blood colored one. She was actually proud of herself, glad she held her own against a threating stallion, not that she had any doubt in her mind that she wouldn't, be the reaffirmination is always sweet. Her sinew noticeably relaxed, as did her clenching tail, her scent floating out on its now free current.
He wont let me go, HE wont let me leave, the devil, the devil, is now soaked into me
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Post by Darkstar on Dec 9, 2006 12:21:30 GMT -5
Her intoxicating scent crept into inviting nares, a sly grin written on his mask. He shifted, bod now at her flank. Velvet muzzle grazed her hindquarters, gently nipping her hide. Maw parted...
"Ready, dove?" |
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Post by elle on Dec 9, 2006 18:53:06 GMT -5
Angel is something I no longer am, the Angel my friend is dead
A smirk curved her lips, a glint was in her eyes. Sinew bunched together in excitement, unsure of what to expect. Alabaster crown turns to face the king, a few deep breaths taken in. Finally reassured herself, kissers part
yes
was all she said, all that was needed to be said. She moved her tail aside and awaited him
Take my innocence, take me nieve, take me for who I am and who you will never be
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Post by Darkstar on Dec 10, 2006 15:38:56 GMT -5
Her words were sweet release...Filth readied himself, bodice tensing up, tool hardening. Elegant pistons clamped to her sides, gripping and steadying himself inside her. After a short time, he fell back to the earth, mission accomplished. Slightly out of breath, he again came to her side, muzzle brushing against Sombra's.
"How are you, dove?" |
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Post by elle on Dec 10, 2006 20:20:16 GMT -5
Razor sharp, Razor Clean, Feel the Weapon Sensation, rolling down your thighs
The white dove manuvered herself to help the procedure along, she too out of breath slightly at the end of the ordeal. She turned her elegantly shaped dial to the king, resting her muzzle against his slightly longer than she usually did, taking his scent in and blowing back out. A small smile graced her lips, a rare occurance, for it was usually a sarcastic smirk.
"Yes, King, I am fine. I suppose we should be heading back to the lands."
Sinew gathered and off she went, back to the lonesome church, which would hopefully become not so lonesome any more.
Win me over devil, for it is your turn to shine
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Post by Darkstar on Dec 10, 2006 23:33:04 GMT -5
Filth accompanied her on the journey, proud of what's to come...soon the lands would be filled with the echoes of shrill foal whinnies. A smile graced his lips as well, a genuine happiness. |
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