~make me lose control~

[Wildfire]

Caspian

Maw tucked to her chest, the mare flew down the length of the beach, giving the wind a run for its money. There was nothing like the feel of the ocean breeze against her velvet pelt. She was born to be near the sea. A pure blood Carmague, her coat was a snowy white decorated with flecks of tan and beige that matched the sand below her hooves. She had yet to really explore the land so far. Since her arrival, she'd practically stuck to the shoreline. A large wave came crashing in, spraying diamonds of liquid all around. Her speed slackened so that she was now standing with her back to the greens beyond, facing toward the line where the deep blue of the ocean met the pale blue sky. Radars flitted about, picking up the sounds of the ocean, yet she listened harder for the sound of other equines. Nares were constantly sifting through the smells in the air for their scent, especially stags.

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Oscurità

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Being bad just feels so good,
When you‘re the devil of the dark

A mahogany stallion could be seen trotting impressively along the shore of Spiagga del Nord, his coal daggers striking out in front of him and slicing at the salty air with an arrogant grace. Tossing his handsome crown silky dark tassels tumbled over his muscular neck, his red hued pelt shimmering in the light that reflected off the foamy water. Slowing to a grand walk he sighed slightly dejectedly, his thoughts on Halloween and his little filly; he hadn’t even met his daughter yet. Shaking his attractive head he jumbled his over-active thoughts, he though that there was nothing better than a bit of ‘fun’ to take his mind off things. His cold, steel grey orbs scanned the hazy horizon for his next victim, velveteen flares wide as they searched the air for any female scents. Suddenly he caught the sweet aroma of a fae, and his orbs opened wide, lust easily distinguishable as they fed along the shoreline, finding the pretty bodice of a grey mare. Launching forwards into a rapid canter the sea water sprayed up at his sleek barrel, his pelt slick with it. He reached the fae instantly, his speed one of his advantages, and slid to a halt, golden sand flitting through the humid air as he spoke out huskily, a satanic edge to his voice, “Why hello there pretty fae. What’s your name?” circling her leisurely he continued, “And what would a beautiful vixen such as yourself be doing wandering all on her lonesome?” A malevolent smirk tugged at the corners of his silky kissers, his lip curling.

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[Wildfire]

Caspian

The sound of thundering hooves on the beach turned her attention in the direction of a quickly moving stag, headed in her direction. Undecided on how to react, she merely stood, waiting for him to catch up to her. His deep vocals broke the air between them. The questions didn't bother her a bit, in fact he almost intrigued her. A vixen such as myself might be named Caspian and she just happens to be enjoying the beach. Lyri retorted, soft, but they had an edge to them. She wasn't a pushover mare, nor one of the truly dark ones. And what might you be doing here...sir...? Her scent must have given her away. Well damn. She silently cursed. After a second of thought though, she decided it may have been for the better, though she didn't entirely understand what that might entail. His pacing form irritated her slightly. Like she would be intimidated by him. Hah. Tail and dome lifted arrogantly and she pranced up the beach a couple feet so that the spray from the ocean and crash of the waves wouldn't inturrupt their conversation.

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Oscurita

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Being bad just feels so good,
When you‘re the devil of the dark

He smiled softly as she spoke, the sound of the crashing waves oddly soothing. Filling the air with the sound of his masculine voice he competed with the waves, “Caspian… What a beautiful name, for a beautiful fae.” Shaking his large bodice droplets of sea water flew from his frame, silky tassels stuck to his powerfully arched neck, his coal banner held slightly as it dried in the wind, a river of ink. Steel orbs sparkled as they caressed her attractive bodice, her sweet fragrance sharp in his flares, grinding his teeth impatiently: he wasn’t in the best of moods today. Following her as she moved further from the noise of the sea he softly brushed his rump against hers, breathing coolly down her spine.

[Wildfire]

Caspian

His flatery wasn't very convincing. All too commonly she had been pursued by the wrong type of stallion. And unfortunately for them it had never ended well. Today however, she was in a different type of mood. And what might your name be? Or will you leave me with nothing to call you by except Stag? Confidence entwined in the tone of her vocals. Pools glimpsed his gaze, apparently sweeping her figure. How typical. And of course he would make the move to brush against her. His touch left a tingling on her bodice. Where his breath had swept across her pelt, the hair stood on end. A smirk played on her velveteen kissers and they reached out to his chest, gently meeting his flesh and then pulling back again as she composed herself. Nape was slightly arched, perfectly in frame of her stance. She had been trained her whole life to keep her composure at all times and it had stuck with her. It was now something completely involuntary. The gentle breeze played with her mane, tossing it to the other side of her powerful boa.

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Oscurita

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Being bad just feels so good,
When you‘re the devil of the dark

A smirk appeared on his dark kissers as she spoke, her sarcasm amusing him. Speaking out in his usual husky tones he said, “Oscurità” before taking another step closer and invading her personal space, wondering if she could handle it. He was sure she could. Leaning in he spoke ever so softly into her pricked radar, “And trust me, I won’t leave you with nothing…” a slight malevolent edge to his tone. Watching her extend her soft maw to his mighty chest he smiled softly, enjoying the feel of her flesh against his, chuckling as she swiftly returned to her former position, as if she had to control herself. Mimicking her movement his silken kissers brushed against the base of her gracefully arched neck, her pelt glossy and soft to the touch, leisurely working his way up until he reached the tip of her crown, nuzzling it gently before pulling away quickly.

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[Wildfire]

Caspian

My pleasure Oscurità. She replied, not in the least fazed by his obvious step closer. Their proximity was close for strangers, yet it didn't bother her. In fact she was becoming more aware of him. Her hark flickered at his comment, though she didn't ponder the meaning because his maw was suddenly repeating her motion to him. Pools closed at his warm touch. His silken kissers trailed from her muscled chest to her crest. When he pulled away, her lids flew open once more, a wry smile forming at the corners of her maw. The wind blew from behind, carrying her tassles with it. Banner was now splayed across her back and her forelock had somehow completely covered the right half of her face. Nares lifted to the sky, inhaling its salty scent mixed with her own scent. She took a step closer, her chest now rested at the upper portion of his pillar. Her breath exhaled on the smooth pelt of his nape.

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Oscurita

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The red hued stag bowed his noble crown in response, enjoying being in the intimate presence of this sassy vixen, the corner of a velveteen kisser tucked up to form a small grin. Watching her close her sparkling orbs at his warm touch he whickered almost inaudibly, nuzzling along the base of her arched neck, tugging softly at a few strands of her silky mane. As the wind picked up it streamed through the humid air, the fae's intoxicating scent being carried with it, the stag's flares widening, steel orbs flashing with molten silver. When she took a step closer he arched his muscular neck over hers, grooming her gently in the hollow of her dainty back, the feel of her cool breath on his nape making him shiver lightly as a shot of adrenaline entered his veins, his senses magnified.

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[Wildfire]

Caspian

She could feel him tense as he too caught her scent. A mischievous gleam sparked in her orbs. Dome drooped down at the touch of his muzzle along her back, velvet on velvet. A low whicker escaped her slackened maw. His touch was everywhere at once...and suddenly she couldn't control her thoughts. Every muscle in her bodice relaxed, and again lids closed over her glossy pools. A weak voice called out in the back of her mind that she shouldn't be doing this. He's a stranger! A stag! However it was barely a whisper to her compared to the louder voice telling her that she shouldn't stop. The latter won over. Maw lifted minutely so that it was touching the lower half of his hind pillar. Kissers trailed north, meeting the soft skin of his underbelly. Breath trailed from her nares.

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Oscurita

He bit at his lower lip, his urge to empower the mare growing stronger with every minute, orbs flashing wildly with desire. As her head drooped he continued to massage her back, nuzzling her slightly harder, nibbling along her crest; her taste amazing. Her whicker rang out through his pricked radars, the sound so harmonious is seemed as if she was composing a melody in his head, answering with his own low call. Feeling her sleek bodice relax he inhaled deeply, her scent almost like a drug to him; he had to have it. As her silky maw leisurely trailed up his muscular pillar he groaned softly, shutters closing over sparkling silver orbs, her touch arousing him.

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[Wildfire]

Caspian

His caressing touch soon began to get rougher. She tensed at first, but relaxed again at his low call. His very presence held a calming effect on her, especially when he was touching her. She knew he was responding to her lipping his pillar when he groaned. The corners of her kissers pulled lightly against his muscled hide. Maw trailed to the inside of his pillar, gently massaging in circles. Her breath was coming quicker, harder. Nares flared excitedly with his warm scent. Pink ribbon slipped out and began licking the side of his barrel, his taste intoxicating. Banner lifted, exposing her backside, and yet more of her scent released into the air around them, mixing with his masculine smell. Ribbon reached the underside of his belly, teasing him just a little bit. Just one quick brush against his sword, but enough to make him go crazy, and she lifted her dome to his eye level, a smirk lingering on her facade.

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Oscurità

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The devil of the dark;

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He felt her lithe frame tense under his touch, and he softened instantly, his soft muzzle tracing light circles on her back. Feeling her relax again he continued with the gentle nuzzling, working his way leisurely along her frame until he reached her glossy rump, lingering there as he softly breathed in her lovely scent. He could feel her body reacting to his, her breathing accelarating, just as his was. The feel of her ribbon on his side excited him, and he responded by moving his velvet maw to her silken banner, tracing the tip of his tongue along her backside, her flower exposed. He groaned softly, almost inaudibly as her pink ribbon flicked over his sheath, grinding his ivories to try and control his stallion urges. The mare's touch began to run sparks through his large frame, and the tip of his sword began to poke out sub-conciously, her intoxicating perfume heavy and potent in the cool air. Softly brushing his ribbon over her folds he watched for her reaction, tracing small circles, eyes sparkling like molten silver. He reached his handsome head over to hers and whispered into her pricked radar, "You ready?"

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[Wildfire]

Caspian

She could tell that he was losing control. Orbs lingered on his maw, jaw tense. Her dome dipped once more, brushing his barrel, she went straight for his pipe that was slowly being exposed. Velveteens lipped at it, caressing it with her sand-papery tongue. She felt him drift farther back, nosing just beneath her banner. His own ribbon slipped out, tracing her pulsating flower. Lips parted with a sharp intake of breath. Back muscles tensed reflexively. Hark flicked at his breath. Dome swung around to meet his gaze, Could you tell? A breathy laugh followed her reply. It was he who held the power now. Her heart raced within her chest. She didn't know how much more coaxing he needed, so she let her maw slip down again, holding nothing back, her ribbon worked at his pipe, encouraging him. And how about you? She managed to get out between her quickened breaths.