it's true, i crave you

*Isardis* · 07-13-2013, 02:22 AM

isardis

Alas, the awaited company would not come; and it would be several minutes later that Isardis would come to the realisation that the unfamiliar was instead hovering the shores of the Oasis, feminine stench curling pleasantly within pale nostrils as he watched in sheer entertainment. The lady would bounce between pillars of stone, her sheer size and power evident even from where the hushed man stood. Her striking colour, a palatable mix of pallid and gold would flash with alluring temptation as she moved, thick tail curled exotically over feminine hips. The angel would need to further invitation, a wry smirk beginning to tiwtch the corners of his lips as he would float towards her; extended tail sweeping a path of sand behind him as he waltzed. Aware of her dedicated gaze the cherry-kissed albino would calculate floating movements in a show of apparently effortless grace, body swaying with rythmatic ease as he sought her direct company.

The heavy-boned temptress was a picture to prosper, fizzing against his pores as a shudder of pleasure would rattle the knuckles of his spine. Her beauty was that of difference, he had never quite seen a creature of such size, of such perfectly in sync splendor. Desires clawed at his chest, pulse rising as the snowy monster battled his very soul; loosely combating the temptation to wrap his cadaver around her own, to fulfil his aspirations by making her his personal accessory. He wanted her, and in that concise moment, he made a promise to himself that some day he would have her. He simply had to. The lustrous doll would be remembered. He would bring himself to a hesitant stop, limbs pausing squarely beneath him, tail fluttering lightly about tapered hocks; still, that ominous smirk of temptation would crease cherry lips, ruby eyes devouring her magnificence with everlasting vigor.

?A splendour to brood over, my lovely,? silky vocals would purr from rosy lips, ?You are.? The albino would sway on the spot, a lustrous desire still pushing mercilessly at angelic flesh, quaking his mind as sinister thoughts would tumble his psyche. Oh, what life they could produce; imagine the power, the beauty, the perfection of such little warriors. No, big warriors. Salmon tongue would lash at pallid maw, temptation luring him a dangerous step closer to the enchantress and her blossoming essence. Youth was excreted from her pores, and yet it only made him yearn her more. Her first litter? Would mother-nature truly dare deny the seamless couple such a gift of flawlessness? She would be a fool to. A deep inhalation would expand broad chest, flooding his lungs with the untainted bouquet of her femininity.

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