Post by Lorelie Odingaard on Apr 25, 2009 9:34:44 GMT -8
we shall be gods ourselves..
He stood overlooking the castle, staring at it. This wasn't his castle. He didn't know who it belonged to. It was a fortress, in the distance he could see the dust dimmed red sun glint off copper armor.
He felt the bow over his shoulder and the wind stirring the wisps of dark that had escaped his braid. He felt muscles coil beneath him and a low hiss, his fingers stroked the beasts back, sliding over the slick scales.
There was a feeling of anticipation like a knife through his flesh, visceral, almost as hard and fast as orgasm. The way his body tingled, the way his flesh quivered and his partner beneath him almost like sex.
But we have no time for that.. The voice said in his head. Now is not the time for distractions.
Wings fluttered around him, he finally heard the noises at his back.
This is all a distraction like sex.The voice thought again. This is all a distraction, you forget where we're truly needed.
His dream self cursed the voice and told him to shut up.. and his hand came up and with long, six jointed fingers; tipped with beautifully lacquered nails, he hissed a command..
There were monsters to be slain, there were people to rescue, there was a point to prove.
But the voice in his head screamed..
THIS IS ALL A DISTRACTION![/color]
Seth sat bolt upright, panting and shuddering, he rolled over out of the bed and vomited what remained of the dinner he'd eaten with Raine into the trash basket..
He could still feel those slick scales beneath his fingers..the excitement had made him hard.. It made him ache for it..to feel it pour over his skin like fire... the hot ....wet.....
He shuddered and groaned. He needed a cold shower. Patience had it's limits and he was starting to reach his.
OOC: Finally, damn that formatting is a pain in the butt
