ardent

DANCE WITH THE DEVIL



Medusa i

Loner

age
5 Years
gender
Female
gems
199
size
Medium
build
-
posts
192
player
07-09-2013, 08:56 PM




Wasn?t this just marvelous? A game of meaningless passion that was playing out exactly how planned. It required no manipulation, no effort, just the presence of two souls near one another seeking the same thing. Come the light of morning they would part, likely to forget one another in time and equally as likely to never see each other again. ?What are you willing to give me, Kaspra?? she hummed. His lips found themselves near her ear, the heated breaths trickling into her fur and running down her spine. An electric shock ran through her system, familiar and desired. Desire fumed from her like a corporate fat cat?s factory, sinful and shameless and oh so obvious. ?I want your everything, but only for the night,? she told him, appreciating the lick that found its way against her skin. She wanted to feel his body against hers, to show him what an experienced woman could do.

What he told her was reassuring; they were not fumbling virgins too caught up in anxiety and awkwardness. No, they both very much knew what they were doing. ?Talk to me, my sweet. Tell me your sweetest love poems,? she requested, pressing into him as a sign of her consent. She would let him take her, let him control her, let him keep her as a rag doll. Pretending was oh so nice, after all. They could get lost in one another?s embrace, laying it all out for the night.
She was lost for the moment in their contact, enjoying his presence and desiring more, but acquiring patience all the same. Her ecstasy was broken by the sound of her name, moonlight-colored eyes placing themselves upon him. He spoke of music, and oh, she was quite so willing to give him something. If he wanted her to scream she would do so until she was hoarse, but he would have to do his part as well. Pressing as hard against him as possible, until it felt like their very bodies mind melt together, she let out a vociferous, sultry moan. It was not classy, no in the slightest, and was followed up by a smirk on the Madame?s ebony lips.
?Play me like an instrument, lover, and I will make the sweetest music you?ve ever heard,? she told him, hoping to move position herself so that her rear would be closer to him, enticing him, offering him permission to take now if he so desired.