Cravings
04-01-2018, 09:16 PM
With raised brows, his loose eyes would follow her form around him, the two playing their magic against each other. He wouldn't hesitate to push his weight into her, only being the strong rock he saw himself as. Mammon would do most of the movement for now, he would only stand to keep her close. He could near chuckle to her last words, pulling his neck back to look into her own eyes. "You think Sam or Sath could stop me?" another deep single huff, "I'd fuck you right before his eyes in a heartbeat." He was speaking through his teeth now, feeling as though she were moving through him. Just as she was getting ready to burst, he almost couldn't contain himself any longer. He would start to peck at her withers somehow gentle and rough. Why hadn't this happened in so long? What had happened to them? |
!Rated R! For Language and Sexual themes. Prone to Violence.
Those who can crash his threads: Mammon Those who can powerplay him: Mammon Alignment: Neutral Evil Season: Spring Status: Mated (Mammon), open for sex but not love Size: 36 inches | Heavy Important Details:         |