Tit For Tat
The witch facial emotions were nothing if not aa poisoned kiss of vampiric empathy. Anemic and sweet as she bared her needle like fangs, display their carmine stoicism in a thick hiss of carnality as she spoke. I will have to try and see for my self, isn't it? she practically purred into his ear, tickling the fine threads of hair adorning the specific area. Now she knew, she realized and damned be the witch for it did not come to her sooner. The moment she leaned it he mimicked her actions and that, as we all know, was a sign of interest. One always mimics the other individual actions as a sign of interest. Pristine thirsts filled her, a narcotic desire that she had felt it before, she wanted this new, shiny toy; Bedevil smile tugges at her full, ebon lips, one that will have the Devil himself run with inferiority. Her succulent, smooth lips held above bleached-white throats, puncturing her bottom lip just right in order to entice the other, to allure and invite. He was in for a game that she was not sure he was going to win. Audits flickered on top of her beautiful crown, registering his voice ad the closeness he brought upon them. In that case, Ashmedai, she hissed, hermonious sonnates, coated in honey and as peaceful as the moon hanging above them, tasted his name upon her tongue; it sounded right and just about everything she needed to take her mind off of certain subjects. Maybe this miracoulous drink will even help her forget and unveil. you may call me Nephthys. she cooed, foreign-kissed lips heavy with trepidations, sending pulse over pulse. With another smirk, paiting her beautiful visage, the witch pulled back but not before allowing her wet nose to slightly graze the one of the beast before her, sending shivers down her spine with want. Will you join me in tasting, Ash? she questioned him with a devilish smile, seemingly innocent but he should know better if he wanted to gamble with her. |
