TORIELLE
It's only me who wants to wrap around your dreams
Complete electric shock. Absolute fire. The atmosphere crackled with that touch, something that couldn’t possibly have been so innocent, so simple. The horned scholar went rigid, attempting to calm the swell in her stomach and the ramming of her heart muscle against her ribcage. It did little to stop the shiver that rolled across her spine or the absolutely unladylike sound that slipped past her sooty muzzle. Torielle’s dark blue pools fluttered and she sucked in a ragged breath through her nares, head spinning frantically. The mare felt like she was falling and soaring and drowning all at once.
They had been dancing around things so carefully up to now. For Veil to be so bold, so confident in her touch… It flared to life all the impure thoughts that she had smothered down in her chest and the sensation rippled across her dappled pelt. Fiery auburn locks flicked at her rear, the faint clatter of coins against soft hair only partially grounding the woman.
Get it together, Tori. Get it together. Breathe. Just breathe.
The mare could feel the eyes of nearby patrons boring into her, waiting to see what she would do. Her lungs burned and she let out the breath she’d been holding in a rush of air, pelt twitching again, tingling like a thousand lightning bugs where Veil had trailed her muzzle.
“That’s… That’s right,” she managed to stutter, eyes still closed as she tried to gather herself. To ground and center, like she had been taught. But Gods it was so hard, sensing the closeness of the star at her side. The birds that had been trapped inside the doe’s body had nearly doubled, all twitterpated and feathers and trilling desire.
Torielle tried to clear her throat with moderate success. “The… the chains hang over your hips, to weigh the… uh, the veil down, so that it doesn’t move as much.” Her words are raspy, almost a whisper, her blood still surging through her ears, her rapid heartbeat making it nearly impossible to listen to anything else.
The mare takes another deep breath, filling her lungs to bursting and holding it for a long count of ten before letting it slowly, measured. The bells in her antlers swayed with the motion, and she could hear some sort of tittering as mares in the next stall over made some frivolous commentary about the clearly flustered woman. Gossip, of course, but not wrong in the least.
It took her another few moments before she chanced opening her eyes again to gaze upon Veil, her brightest star, her beloved friend. Tori resigned herself to not being able to snuff the flames of desire completely, content to let the fantasies in her mind smolder like embers.
art by the-day-of-shadow character by scapeh table by sunny
