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John Pritkin ([personal profile] warmage) wrote in [community profile] pastorella 2020-01-26 02:13 am (UTC)

Her disgruntled comeback gets another bark of laughter from him, even as he wobbles a bit at suddenly being jumped to the English Countryside. At least he had a firm hold on her this time and could easily right them both upon arrival.

Much darker and more secluded than the noisy city. This will do nicely. Scanning the surroundings, he wings for a grassy knoll, dark under the faint light of a crescent moon and a thousand stars overhead. Yes, this will do nicely.

He dives, taking them both to the ground at a dizzying speed, but he wings back at the last moment to slow their descent before impact. Instead, she comes to rest against the soft cool grass of the hillside with a gentle push, his body already over hers and pinning her to the ground beneath him. One of his knees is pressed between her legs, tight and knowing as it rubs up against that heat he knew was growing. Would continue to grow until he saw fit to sate himself on it. And perhaps her, as well.

"Poor confused pet. I'm not lying. I've barely even touched you yet. I have so much more planned for you this night. This is only the beginning."

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