This hurricane's chasing us all underground
euryale knows the way he knows, that they are meant for eachother. the way his fangs shine like pearls in the ocean blackness, or the desirous invitation of his alluring beauty, both predatory and impossibly wicked. euryale knows theirs is a fated union. one older than religions. one older than death. she knows by the way his teeth meets her flesh, with carnal promise and heathen prayer. the way he drags his gaze across her storm-kissed bodice. ruinous waves of glacial azure, his eyes - icy and magnetic - pulling her to him, like each tidal pull of ravenous moonlight, aching. aching. euryale knows the familiar want that blooms like a soft nightmare, within the hollow of her chest. a hideous rose, redder than blood. red like visceral petals, strewn over the ocean's white foam. devoured, by the blackening storm-sea, and swallowed by her heart made of lightening, and hurricanes and thunder.
euryale wants this moment to last forever. she wants to bathe in his infinite glory and drink his blood, like lucifer drinks halo-light and the begging cries of lost, mortal souls. she wants him like she wants sin. and their passion, their heaven, their hell; it is undeniable. they make worship look beautiful. they make beauty look damning.
the world breathes between them, a sensual stillness. only the ocean pulses, roaring. raging. snarling in her ancient appetite. instinct becomes just another word for need. need, another word for want. want, another word for greed. and, greed, o greed - how the greed grips her fever heart. how the need fills her like fire fills a wildly, burning room. how instinctively, she folds against him like a tigress, in heat; folds against another tiger. purring, and begging for blood. with her every luscious, feline curve, clinging neatly to his masculine skin. every sultry line of her divine feminine, mirroring his divine masculine, till they both danced in wicked, animalistic courtship. the storm raging alongside them now rages in their hearts, too. when they curl against one another, it feels like belonging.
when his breath falls upon her skin and when his teeth scrapes her flesh in a wicked lovebite, it only accentuates the instinctive need. the backs of her fangs, drips with a malevolent hunger, when they tangle against one another; a sea of hot passion, turned sensual red. her blood sings with promises of carnal torment, as do her bedroom whispers, that tangle like ghost fingers within the clamouring shells along the tips of his arctic mane. her heart feels too hot, beneath her breast. each heart-throb pulses at her temple. beating, like a crooked drug, trapped in her veins. tha-dud. tha-dud. tha-dud. into the waters, they submerge. into the blackness, they sink.
beneath the heavy, silk-folds of liquid obsidian, they disappear like phantom lovers of shipwrecked romance. the way he pulls her under; as if to drown. as if to kill. starcrossed lovers, in a tempest sea of need. songs of terrible want, ushered past siren lips. vessels of lust, trapped in such violent souls as theirs'. so hungry. so hungry. their hunger makes them blind. in this moment they were both pure, and unholy; saccharine delights of sin and pleasure and poetry in motion. make me yours. as i will make you mine. if only for the night. he closes his lips around her throat, and she moans with a dark, silky purr. his teeth feel like knives. his lips feel colder than death. his thick canines make her ache. her flesh feels like fire, like thorns aching against the petal-red slenderness a rose. when atlast he brings her down, down - she hungrily wraps a lithe foreleg against, and around, his neck. her leg falls across his withers, possessively. the blade of her hoof, slicing the skin there. bruising his muscles.
if she were a human female, it would have been a sensual arm that held him, instead. it would have been nails that ran wildly through his hair; not her leonine grasp, that threatened to desecrate flesh and rip him apart even as he brought her down. down. down with him.
drowning feels as cruel as falling in love. her gaze flutters closed and she takes her last breath. together, they go down into the watery abyss. his fangs upon her flesh; euryale, sinking now, as she aches to bring him down with her. she wants to pull him under, as she makes the final lunge for his lower throat. encircling his toned flesh there, with a kiss of her own. she bites him the same way he bites her. instinctive. bestial need. tonight, she will have him. taste him. possess him. tonight, he belongs to her. as she belongs to him. she gives him the last look, in her descent. between the bubbles and froth, she asks, with sensual surrender; am i drowning? make me immortal with your kiss.
@Amaroq
and a riot about to explode into flames
