MJ Romero 📜✍️さんのイラストまとめ

Soft eyes caressed the sea. They sunk into icy billows and settled hooks inside. She claimed her bounty with #minimal strokes, pulling invisible lines to drag rogue waves, cleaving the ship in two. Her cavernous throat welcomed the poor souls with a satisfied yawn. 
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He #wrote nectarous intentions on her breast, breath #possessing her in soft pillows of smoked leather. She dipped her toes in the moon soaked grass, slinking into blurred contentment. Wine spilled over feverish bodies & into caterwauling mouths.
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#Empowered, our pace quickened, and the world blurred. My pack. Muscles twitched. Animalic warmth surrounded us. Our family. We spilled into the clearing, moon bright as sun. We, the beasts, growled like the wind sighs into the night. 
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She brushed her briny hair with a whalebone comb. Any #excuse to linger on the rocks with the barnacles and sea anemones. The insatiable tide drank her in, gulping her legs, leaving salty trails down her limbs between swallows.
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He laughed with his whole body, tiny knees knocking into her back. Chubby fingers twirled in her hair with gentle tugs. His #caress smoothed her sharp edges like a piece of glass returned from the sea.
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#Want squeezed his chest. The air was alive, electric, sparking around his hooves & burning his lungs with each tight breath. The early sun caught his enchanted hide, casting its illusion to the huntress. No recognition lit her face. Surefooted, she nocked her arrow. #vss365

Knock, knock.
Dog yelped, burrowing his head in the sofa cushions. Ol' man clucked his tongue at the pitiful pooch & skipped to the brew in the hearth. An ample derriere reflected, belonging to the mail lady at their cottage door. Dog grumbled, "Sir, you have no #class."
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I had risen from the dead and found you, brushing your hair with languid strokes. Never noticing my weight shift behind you or my breath hot on your cheek. #Hope cracked open my chest when you gasped, but you had only caught your reflection.
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She urges them onward, beyond the crumbling stone keep & overgrown gardens, away from the motte-&-bailey & mud filled ditches. Their aching feet plunge into the frigid river, longing to #sit & rest, but there is much ground to cover before nightfall. Before the dead wake.#vss365