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[section=Unspoken Agreement - part 2]
The Emissary pulled away from the Nobleman; her tongue lingering on his as both sought to catch their breath. Before long—without sparing a single thought—her mouth wove back together with his lips once more. Time upon time again did this process repeat, until her mind had stopped computing entirely in place of the blissful sensations that had swallowed it. The way his heat transferred to herself, as he embraced her fiercely; and how his warm air breathed into her, while he gently traced his hands across her body, appreciating every scale and curve.
Nothing about this warmblood ritual prefacing their looming act made sense to her; she couldn’t imagine that it served any practical purpose for successful copulation. Even so, were they not so pressed for time, she felt she could’ve remained that way—basking in his comforting warmth indefinitely.
A trace objection remained hidden underneath her clouded judgement that seemed to only become less perceptible as time went on. She knew that this deviation she pursued did little to further the Great Plan; and yet, somehow—in that fleeting moment—that idea didn’t matter to her. All that did was the reality that she was finally able to realize her abnormal intentions that had lingered in the back of her mind since the very first time she was assigned to correspond with him.
Moreover, she thought, what difference did this minor diversion of protocol make in the end? The plaques would return to her kin all the same; the negotiations were simply taking a bit longer than expected. [i]Yes[/i], she told herself. [i]That was all it was[/i]. Just a greedy and stubborn warmblood grasping at their sacred instructions, until they finally reached an agreement. [i]A satisfying, amicable agreement…[/i]
The Emissary’s head slumped against the Nobleman’s shoulder, as she sought to regain her composure. In spite of her growing, lightheaded stupor, she was yet lucid enough to discern the sheer willingness below her as he shifted. Feeling his warm appendage rubbing between her in that manner drove her mind toward the point of failure. Even though she couldn’t comprehend the reason, she absolutely needed him to use it for its intended purpose before that opportunity was lost forever.
More than his developing eagerness, however, she had also noticed from his continuous fondling that he had a clear affinity for her rear parts. She figured it to be yet another warmblood idiosyncrasy, and one she couldn’t help but feel rather intrigued by. Additionally, it also gave her an idea. With each grasp inspecting her becoming more intent, and each minute passing that they had yet to begin in earnest, she felt increasingly compelled to humor that particular fascination of his.
[i]Perhaps he would prefer a closer look?[/i]
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[b]This post was commissioned and shared with the explicit permission of HellcrossH. See post #6395710 staff notes for further information.[/b]
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