'You're about to see much more than that...' Safrin whispers as her claws cut through the fabric like wind over the sea. But he is not released yet, and the goddess seems all too aware of it.
'My wilde een, jy het nog niks gesien nie.' The words are plucked from his mind, the language simple enough for what little she is planning on saying. If words are needed in the moments that follow this one, then something has gone very wrong.
Despite his wings around her and his fingers tangled in her hair, Safrin releases her hold over the Flood, sliding down his body like rainwater from a petal. Her feet touch upon a thick cloud cover that has fallen over the ocean. Can those below see what transpires here, amidst the stars? Does Safrin care?
Torn as one side of her dress is, demurely the goddess reaches for her remaining strap, pushing it from her shoulder. The upper part of her gown falls away to her waist, revealing both breasts and pale skin marred only be freckles that dance across it like constellations. Exactly like constellations, in fact. Rather than with her claws, the goddess reaches for the seam of her dress, tearing it. The sound is like thunder purring at a vast distance as the white cloth falls uselessly to the ground, melding immediately into the cloud upon which she stands. Her skin is moon-white, broken only by the dusky pink of her nipples and the whiff of black the smokes up from between her legs. She is curvaceous and willowy both, just as she is both hard and soft. Light and dark.
"'Raak my.." She whispers as she traces one of her claws down between her breasts. "Het my.." Stretching out a finger towards him, Safrin beckons him near.{/i}
'My wilde een, jy het nog niks gesien nie.' The words are plucked from his mind, the language simple enough for what little she is planning on saying. If words are needed in the moments that follow this one, then something has gone very wrong.
Despite his wings around her and his fingers tangled in her hair, Safrin releases her hold over the Flood, sliding down his body like rainwater from a petal. Her feet touch upon a thick cloud cover that has fallen over the ocean. Can those below see what transpires here, amidst the stars? Does Safrin care?
Torn as one side of her dress is, demurely the goddess reaches for her remaining strap, pushing it from her shoulder. The upper part of her gown falls away to her waist, revealing both breasts and pale skin marred only be freckles that dance across it like constellations. Exactly like constellations, in fact. Rather than with her claws, the goddess reaches for the seam of her dress, tearing it. The sound is like thunder purring at a vast distance as the white cloth falls uselessly to the ground, melding immediately into the cloud upon which she stands. Her skin is moon-white, broken only by the dusky pink of her nipples and the whiff of black the smokes up from between her legs. She is curvaceous and willowy both, just as she is both hard and soft. Light and dark.
"'Raak my.." She whispers as she traces one of her claws down between her breasts. "Het my.." Stretching out a finger towards him, Safrin beckons him near.{/i}
SAFRIN
