DANCE WITH THE DEVIL
07-08-2013, 10:13 PM
He was eager, almost reminding her of a puppy with his enthusiasm. And yet, the resemblance was lost in his handsome appearance, moonlit-colored eyes looking over his form. Yes, he would certainly be able to sate her appetite. In all honesty, she probably would have accepted anyone?s presence, but he was handsome and he knew how to say the right things. She knew not who Freyja was, but she certainly believed she was a beauty. ?You speak as if you?re writing a love letter," she teased, letting lose a bit of laughter at the thought. No, love was a dead emotion.
She found him charming, although she was not a fool. Medusa knew exactly what this exchange was; she?d gone through it many times before, and now this man was just another notch on the bedpost. ?I am very pleased, lovely. How could any woman not be with a man like you saying such pretty things?" she teased, knowing that a stroke to the ego was good for many men. She watched him as he moved, although not to the point that she herself was moving. She was granting him a significant amount of trust, although she doubted at this state that he wished to harm her.
He provided his name, one that was long and somewhat difficult to pronounce. ?Your name is quite the?.mouthful," she purred, looking the male up and down before continuing. ?I will just call you Kaspra. It?s much easier to say when one is preoccupied," she announced, allowing herself to be bold. She enjoyed the way their pelts barely rubbed together as he moved, although she did not let herself flinch. She would not give in; she was a harlot, and she would bring this man to her with want. ?My name is Medusa, although I do not have any fancy titles. I am merely a siren, willing to sing a song for you," she said. Oh, this would be fun.
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