Skeletons and Hexes

Anatomically speaking, every lupine possessed a heart no matter how black of how hard they managed to keep it hidden. The vampiric succubus heart simmered at his words, purring uncontrollably at her own satisfaction; not only was this brute salivating over her feline bodice but he saught intellectual stimulation, or so he claimed. Fortune fell upon the brute tonight, he shall be her toy, her entertainment for the time being; a smirk painted the beautiful visage of the femme fatale, tugging at the corner of her full, voluptous lips. He might prove himself intelligent, maybe even pleasant company yet for now he only had one role, to fulfill her. Satisfy her. Sate her unquenchable and vampiric thirst.Careful, mon sauvage, you might see yourself in the undesirable position of finding what you seek. her hisses, venom coated in honey, melodious to one audits yet intoxicating all the same.

Her breast burns, in the wake of a fiery armageddon as her skin simmers with carnal heat. It took but a moment for teacup paws to draw closer to the brute, calculating each step; one paw in front og the other, sensuality , electricity. Golden orbs mixed with orange and violet specs observed him closely, each movement and muscle registering in her predatory mind and she was, indeed, a predator. Her heart thrums a thirsting serenade for him; maintaining a cold and calm facade her pace slowly decreased before she came to a halt in front of him. Swaying her hips in a tango she sat on her haunches, gaze never leaving his. Her blood sings, gasping with pleasurable ecstacy as a flick of her tail was enough to send pheromones in each direction, before she curled it smoothly upon herself. Lust was a drug. A poison she so eagerly feeds yet it was never as strong as now. Her slim, delicate brow arched in simple curiosity before she took a low inhale of his scent, audible, notceable. You needn't worry about tedious and dull moments with me. melodious vocals, the hiss of the damned; her grind spread once again upon her visage, radiating and illuminating were her canines, laying on her full, ebon bottom lip as she spoke. I am the trouble you are seeking. I can stimulate your mind, I can pry inside it and spit in it, if you would so like. she continued in a low purr. The vampiric succubus was completely bewitched, an allurement so powerful ravages her predatory mind -- an attraction, instinctual, reminicent to gasoline splashed, against pumping, thrusting, snarling fire! But where did it came from? Her skin felt like lava though her mind was cohorent. Yet she needed. Something. He were the violent flames crushed above blood and bone. Such a fine specimen of a man. It shall be amusing.