Gonna Getcha Good
12-09-2015, 05:09 PM
The female would blink as Number spoke, a question so simple leaving his lips. She would let her gaze soften, looking upon the creature she had claimed for herself. A slave. A willing slave, and so willing to do things that others would become disgusted at. But Marina cared little. She wanted to feel some sort of love, as close and as primal as she could get. Even if it wasn’t really love, it was enough for the woman’s unstable mind. The rainbow marked beast would curl slightly around the other being. Her eyes would close, and she would think again about her decision. “We will take turns being on top and bottom.” She’d coo. “...and truth be told... Maybe we could just cuddle a while?” The woman would question, though she was the master, not the slave. “I want to get to know you a little more first, Number. To give this relationship more meaning than just simply master and slave.” Her words continued to come out soft. |
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