nightcomer

It was a revolutionary moment within Schon's life. As of late she had been so horribly bored. Nothing to do but to wander the wretched lands, meeting faceless beings with only mild interest. A lack of beauty seemed to resonate within the lands. For when she first came here there were such monsters of power, Gods and Goddesses walked the lands with ease. Now, it was nothing but a bunch of damn flower pickers and those who only wanted to be more. But, they were not. It was truly pathetic to watch. Yet, now, the woman laid eyes upon a truly pretty pretty thing. A ravenous demon soaked in their own blood. A feign so riddled with their own monstrous thoughts they slammed themselves upon a spike, ripping open their own flesh for pleasure. The thoughts brought a severe shiver down her nearly arched spine as she continued to witness the being first hand.

As her tongue lingered upon his muzzle his own shot forth. The two saliva covered tendrils met for s long moment, the heat of their breath intertwining. Her bodice seemed to shudder as this contact came to be, therefore the woman allowed the fleshy bit to slither its way back beneath the toothy cage it lived within. She merely observed the creature, her chest raising and lowering quite dramatically. Her porcelain breath filling the surrounding air. Mixing with the light snow. Suddenly the brute took a step forward, attempting to close the distance between them even more. The beast then leaned forward, attempting to press the left side of her head into the side of his left neck. Allowing for the blood to taint her creme colored fur with ease. The perfect contrast of alabaster and crimson. It would be that of an endearing nuzzle, to feel the warmth of his body but to embrace the blood that gushed from his upper regions. Her eyes shut as she felt the liquid seep into her pelt. A visible quiver of her jaw could be seen as she retracted. What came into his vision was a woman reborn. No longer that silent and solemn hag. But, she had a taste of what she truly aimed to be.

A fucking Goddess.

The blood soaked babe took a single step back, allowing for his baritone vocals to fill her ears. Her smirk grew, those yellow fangs flashing in the moonlight with ease. Her own tones lifting from her inky lips. "Unsere Schritte sollen angelassen werden, hübsches Ding." The behemoth then moved to his right, attempting to slide her body against his as she walked along. Her tail would attempt to slither across his chest as she did so. The woman attempted to allow as much of the crimson liquid to saturate her fur as possible. Soon, Schon neared his rear, looping around to his left side. Her eyes rested upon the wounds upon his head and hackles that still pumped out blood. She let forth a soft growl, more of a hum then anything. It was not of a threat, but of pure pleasure. Schon would lean up slightly, craning her neck the point in which her muzzle would near the wounds. That familiar tongue would slither forth in attempts to lap at the wounds. Now, this was not an endearing movement. This was very much for her own gain. If allowed the beast would began to consume the fresh substance, pressing her body against him as she leaned into the wound slightly.

Finally, the suckling bitch would back off, her face now dripping with the ebony beasts life. She snarled gentle, a rippling noise that bellowed through the room. A familiar mixture of drool tainted with that thick crimson coloration dribbled from her lips. It looked as if she had literally swam in a pool of it. Her breathing was heavy, panting almost. Her eyes full of lust as she would move to be shoulder to shoulder with the opposing male. Her muzzle pointing upward ever so slightly to began speaking sweet nothings in his direction. "Wir finden unsere Beute und wir werden schlagen." Schon would then press her right shoulder into his, allowing her tail to flick across his rump. "Bei mir bekommst du jeden verstörten, verrückten, verdammten Gedanken, den du durch dieses rätselhafte Häuptling deines Herzens liebst, Liebe."

Suddenly, she drifted away. Bounding forward to gain a little distance between herself and the man. The smirk still stained her lips as she turned to face him. They were now about four feet away and just slightly in front of the door way but still inside the room. The being lowered down onto her haunches. Sitting in the pool of blood, her tail would move to wrap around the side of her right leg. She tilted her head to view the man. Her smirk turning into a wicked smile that would haunt even the darkest of fools. Her head was raised high and her ears were perked. It was a dominant pose, one she wore well. The creature would then slick her lips as she did so often before the next burst of her now filigree vocals filled the haunted room.  "Ich bin Schon Finnvi und ich werde Ihre Königin sein." With only a beat of a pause, she was not finished. "Du wirst mein König sein. Wir werden diese verlassenen Länder regieren, so dass jeder einzelne dieser Heiden sich vor unseren blutgetränkten Pfoten verbeugt. Leckte den Schmutz zwischen meinen fucking Klauen verkrustet." Her eyes would narrow, tempering his every move in those moments. This was not some sort of mateship she was asking for. It was a test. If the woman was going to reign once more she needed power. If she could have some sort of mad murdering son of a bitch to use at her whim, why not? Therefore, she slithered the thoughts of a throne within his mind. Planting the almighty seed of power itself. Her head lowered slightly, watching him. "Lassen Sie jetzt, wenn Sie diese Forderungen ablehnen. Bleiben Sie und haben alle diese Wünsche, von denen ich sprach, zum Leben erweckt."

"german."