Tit For Tat
The moonlight was a diffuse ocean above them, lessening the inky blackness of the night, but not so bright as to dull the stars that speckled and glittered in the heavens above. Ravening canines were thirst in venomous allure; her lips and tongue were wet, humid with vampiric need. As if the were thought of a fruity and energizing drink created a hunger deep within. Mesmeric contours, all thirsting in lieu of feminine contempt, brought her forward; insufferable vanity was displayed as the woman sat on her haunches with a roll of her delicious, alluring hips, screaming of sensuality, pure sexuality. It reminds of a herb someone told me about, it had almost the same effects on the mind. I never heard of fruits with the same properties. she hissed softly, their distance narrowing by the minute, or so it felt; in reality it was not much of a distance between them but the buckets the fine specimen of a brute carried. The egyptian temptress took a peek insde of them, leaning forward towards the brute, perhaps a excuse to inhale more of his scent, to register it in her mind and bury it. I shall offer you my company if you tell me what to call you. she cooed, melodious sonnated escaped her pretty maw in heavy foreign accent that embraced each and every syllable. Long, ebon eyelashes batted, seduction, temptation; they were like a veil, like a black widow waiting to pounce on her next victim. Perhaps it was because of last night, perhaps this handsome brute will be her cure atleast for one night if what he says it's true and the fermented fruits have wonderous effects on the mind. Anything to get one particular albino male off of her mind. |
