YOUNG LOVER'S RAGE
09-21-2013, 10:50 PM
So easily had be fell into the grasps of the albino?s rage, so often had he found himself in such positions. Compromised integrity, yet such a feeling of ecstasy, faced in the jaws of death itself. Her words, though a threat excited him, sending a longing quiver through his bodice, the neurons at the end of every muscle firing, nearly sending him into oblivion right then and there. As he stood, he froze, and a chuckle emerged from his throat and could nearly feel her canines vibration along his jugular as he laughed. Lo, he laughed at her, not a bit worried that she may make good on her threat. After all, if he wanted out of it, he could, no one could stand against him. So many had died trying.
?Ah, perhaps you are more kinky then I imagined, my dear.? His voice rumbled in his chest, and he wished that he was in the position to turn his head, to see the expression on her face. Hell, he might as well appease the fiery wrench. Go on love, what is it you want to say so badly.? Perhaps she would proclaim her love for him, her desire. It would matter regardless to him, he didn?t need buy into the whole concept. A good fuck however, well, obviously, he was all over that.