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Date Posted: 11:10:54 04/02/05 Sat
Author: Hroth
Subject: Kinky!
In reply to: Vitaliath 's message, "Ah-ah-ah... let's not be hasty, now. No breakfast until we've finished with dessert, and dessert isn't gone until we've used up all the whipped cream." on 04:40:06 04/02/05 Sat

He's tiring. Trying to keep her from noticing it, he keeps at his pace, pushing himself to the brink. If he died in flight, at least he'd die a happy dragon. But like her, he cannot keep this tension much longer, it's worse than flying into the airlessness of space. Each time her body bends and coils in the sky it sends a sharp merciless stab through him, and he nears her another inch or so, craving more. It's driving him more wild than he could ever think possible, and both he and his rider are mindless already with their desires.

And then she dives.

With another of his rending, all-encompassing bellows, he's after her like lightning. The speed at which he drops causes him to tuck his wings into his body as he tries to keep up against the powerful wind shear of the night's breeze. On his way down, he can feel A'lan breaking through the tension as well, and wether the cries that fill the night's air are A'lan's, Hroth's, or both together he's not sure and doesn't care at this point. Quite literally it seems as though his whole life has led up to this moment, the dive with the glinting falling star hurtling down before him. But he'd have to catch her! They're still quite high, but falling fast. One wingbeat, two wingbeats. Time seems to stretch out forever. And then his name, the cry felt through his entire body as his talons reach out for her, pulling her emerald glory into his dark brown embrace. But even this closer contact is simply not enough, and Hroth flares his wings,his neck and tail twining with hers at last, as if to keep as close to her as possible as they plummet toward the sea. In this moment it seems as if a sunburst has exploded into his head as he throws it back and bugles his utter delight, not a trace of smugness in his tone, just an expression of joy and fulfillment. If they splashed in, he wouldn't care, but unconsciously he angles their course so that they're coasting along the ocean, slowly turning, enmeshed hides leaving flickering reflections on the frothy waves.

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