Dead Man Chest

*Ra'* · 01-14-2018, 12:43 AM

Salt water pooled around his knees, calm and ambient. Each pad rested upon smooth rocks; rocks too pretty to be left untouched. The incubus bent down, scooping one in his jaws, careful to keep himself balanced with his limbs spread equally. The rock pressed his skin like a kiss and glistened with the light of the sun. Within a few moments he released it into the briny air, watching for the arcing splash, feeling as if time itself was as spellbound as him. Before he knew it, he was gathering another from below, mesmerized even before he gave it flight. Strands of golden and brown silk are lengthy giving him a feminine appeal at times, but with just that negative there is one positive. The mass of muscles beneath the tapestry of egyptian velvet is hidden, and his frame could be misconstrued.

" words of a god"

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Dead Man Chest

Ra'