11-28-2011, 01:32 AM
She regretted the words as they had fallen. She knew that Helotes was a proud man, with every right to be and she feared slightly that she would ruin everything between them. There was no right answer, there was no wrong. There was only two hearts lost in the great divide, in a love so troubled it would always be a tightwire act with no safety net to catch them if they fell.
Zana had always marveled at how the love between her own brother and the princess of Inferni had been strong enough to last, but even common sense told her in the end it had not worked in their favor. Their love had nearly caused war between their lands and in the end while they love their pack and clan, neither could exist in this world they lived in...they had eloped to far distant lands to find peace and love where their differences were not viewed as diversity yet merely another stone in a river of everlasting ripples.
She had thought that the older male would have pulled away instantly when her small voice had called forth and yet he did not. She sobbed quietly as his tender touch caressed her body, his tongue trailing down her throat and collarbone as she gasped softly. Shivers of desire fought her rash mind as her claws raked across his scalp, a whine of fear and delight working in her throat as she knew it was wrong, but it was the right kind of wrong...
A small voice inside her demanded to be heard as she wished she had never fallen into his arms. She needed this, she deserved this. They were one and the same, filled with fire and tenderness just the same. They would wound each other over and over in a battle of right and wrong, heart and soul. Life was not fair, she'd known this for far to long and even now she still felt the pinch of the battle as it began to rage.
And almost too soon Helotes had pulled away, her nails pulling through his mane as those words of apology rang from that voice she had grown to love. Her whole body quivered as she leaned into his, her chest pressed against his as she let her muzzle fall to the arch of his neck, the line that ran so elegantly to dip into his collarbone quietly traced with the tip of her tongue, his taste so savage and sweet as she whispered. "For what..." her voice was shaking as tears stained her eyes.
Eternal ringlets framed her small face as she whispered. "I'm afraid..." She needed him, but she was so afraid of those three tiny words that could change everything. They threatened to burst free with every beat of her heart but she couldn't do this alone. It was cruel and bittersweet, but that too was love.
Zana had always marveled at how the love between her own brother and the princess of Inferni had been strong enough to last, but even common sense told her in the end it had not worked in their favor. Their love had nearly caused war between their lands and in the end while they love their pack and clan, neither could exist in this world they lived in...they had eloped to far distant lands to find peace and love where their differences were not viewed as diversity yet merely another stone in a river of everlasting ripples.
She had thought that the older male would have pulled away instantly when her small voice had called forth and yet he did not. She sobbed quietly as his tender touch caressed her body, his tongue trailing down her throat and collarbone as she gasped softly. Shivers of desire fought her rash mind as her claws raked across his scalp, a whine of fear and delight working in her throat as she knew it was wrong, but it was the right kind of wrong...
A small voice inside her demanded to be heard as she wished she had never fallen into his arms. She needed this, she deserved this. They were one and the same, filled with fire and tenderness just the same. They would wound each other over and over in a battle of right and wrong, heart and soul. Life was not fair, she'd known this for far to long and even now she still felt the pinch of the battle as it began to rage.
And almost too soon Helotes had pulled away, her nails pulling through his mane as those words of apology rang from that voice she had grown to love. Her whole body quivered as she leaned into his, her chest pressed against his as she let her muzzle fall to the arch of his neck, the line that ran so elegantly to dip into his collarbone quietly traced with the tip of her tongue, his taste so savage and sweet as she whispered. "For what..." her voice was shaking as tears stained her eyes.
Eternal ringlets framed her small face as she whispered. "I'm afraid..." She needed him, but she was so afraid of those three tiny words that could change everything. They threatened to burst free with every beat of her heart but she couldn't do this alone. It was cruel and bittersweet, but that too was love.