Tuesday, October 15, 2013

Horse Whispering Witch

Halloween-anticipating howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers.

Really, can you believe it? The middle of October already. Autumn colors are just now making their appearance in my neck of the woods. And the air is crisper... and it's finally raining, a beautiful rain soaking into the land.

A bit of promo-ing here. We'll be participating in a Halloween blog hop, so be on the lookout for spooktacular fun and prizes.

Okay, Pat got me in the mood to write a flash scene with a horse shapeshifter. And it is the season of the witch, after all.


Horse Whispering Witch

The nearly full moon blazed high in the midnight sky, an unnatural light to Sibelle's knowledgeable eye. Alarm chilled her blood. Gently pulling on the reins she halted the magnificent, pale gold stallion she rode.

As she studied the moon's strange radiance, the voluminous hood of her long black cloak slipped from her head. Sibelle carefully sent out tendrils of psi energy. No use in being discovered by dangerous entities who were psychically advanced.

She'd recently moved to Talbot's Peak, Montana escaping the clutches of a particularly brutal warlock who ruled over a so-called black project at the infamous Area 51.

Entranced by the incandescent beauty of the moon yet repulsed by what she sensed, Sibelle watched the images crossing before her mind's eye. Disturbed at a deep level, she stopped the flow, murmuring,  "Illumined by the plasma light of a space fleet."

'The enemy has arrived,' Zharkol whispered inside her mind, as was his way when in horse form. 'How many ships would you say?'

"Fifty by the brightness of the moon's surface," Sibelle spoke in the whispery singsong voice she'd used to tame Zharkol so very long ago. His shapeshifter kind were notoriously difficult to approach, having been misused by many supernatural races over the centuries.

"The Izquot are not ready to attack. They wait on the arrival of a powerful leader. Do you concur?" Sibelle smoothed her hand over the proud crest of Zharkol's neck, his satiny coat sensually pleasing her as always.

'Your hand excites me, love.' Zharkol pawed the ground, his strength rippling beneath her -- exciting her, trembling her thighs. 'Yes,' his mental voice deepened, 'I am in agreement. They wait for now. The gathering of the Protector Force around Earth also keeps their ships moored on the moon.'

"We can make no move right now, my stud. Our pleasures await." Sibelle took up the reins and tightened her legs.

Zharkol shook his head, his pale-as-moonlight mane flying. He leapt forward prancing his steps in the way she adored. Sibelle melodically crooned to her stallion.
As strong as lightning the frequency of her voice branched through him. 

The magickal connection between them sizzled Sibelle. She leaned forward and Zharkol lengthened his stride until he galloped, his hooves a steady drumbeat over the woodland trail they favored.

The cold night air streamed over her face, the wind whipping the loose strands of her long hair. Securely wrapped in her cloak, the autumn chill didn't touch the rest of her body.

The moment Zharkol slowed his pace then trotted within the small clearing, Sibelle swung her leg over his back and leaped to forest floor. She whirled in a dance celebrating all that was Nature.

Moonbeams caressed her spirit despite the hostile occupying force on the moon. Sibelle drew in large breaths of the pine-scented air as she continued slowly spinning, as she waited for him to morph, and come to her as a man.

At the sound of his footfalls a flare of wild heat possessed her, then a passion so intense she became lightheaded. Sibelle faced him allowing her cloak to flow from her.

The garment fell onto the carpet of freshly fallen leaves, revealing her naked body. His gaze feasted on her as he approached. "My stallion man," she whispery sang.

In one step he was before her crushing her against his stud-hard muscles, against the aroused strength of his cock. His mouth claimed hers in a kiss that consumed her, took her, owned her soul.

The raw current of desire flashing between them heightened as he lifted her so her feet dangled... as he continued kissing her with a passionate ferocity that went straight to her heart, her oh-so abused and damaged heart.  


Wishing you shapeshifting love on the wild side… 


Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance


Pat C. said...

So it's horse week this week? I can see the attraction. All those firm, quivering muscles gripped between your thighs. I wish now I'd taken riding lessons.

Zharkol: yet another great name. And again, lovely sensual imagery!

By the way, I figured out what Devon is from "Adopt a Pet." He's a duocorn. Like a unicorn, but twice as horny.

Rebecca Gillan said...

That certainly adds a whole knew depth of meaning to a moonlight ride through the woods! Excellent flash! Horse this week, eh? That could be fun... ;)

Savanna Kougar said...

Duocorn... with twice the pleasuring equipment? ... hehe...

Yeah, I can resist writing horse shapeshifters.

Savanna Kougar said...

Thanks, Rebecca. There's just something about a stallion shifter and who doesn't love a midnight ride?

Savanna Kougar said...

That's supposed to "I can't resist" ... the brain is still waking up.

Serena Shay said...

Mmm, moonlight riding would be quite the bout of foreplay!

Nice job, Savanna

Horse week, huh. Not sure Mz. Muse has a horse in the stable. ;) We'll have to give it some thought.

Savanna Kougar said...

Hey Serena, a magical moonlit rising tide of passion...

Maybe, Mr. Texas Longhorn has a horse shifter buddy? Or rival?