Let me live that fantasy

*Isardis* · 07-11-2013, 11:09 PM

isardis

First impressions were always misleading, should one lower their guard for even a moment they could lead themselves be brutally surprised; whether it be negatively or positively. Though in the angels case, it were more or less the initial. If they were bright, they might have even managed to see the sinister intentions beginning to bubble behind his ruby gaze, watch in dismay as the imposing creature began to writhe with an edifice darkness. However, there were always the stragglers, the ideal little souls that would cast a blind eye to the interior and embrace only what they saw. It was a bottomless error, and this little vixen would undoubtedly be one of them. And hell, what more could he want? She would unknowingly tempt him with her curves; guide his eyes to rest upon her narrow hips, to bask blindly in the shadows of her lithe build. He would devour her body with his ever-hungry gape, peeling back her skin to expose the oestrogen-fed clockwork beneath.

It were moments like these that the fiend found himself loathing his lack of province, and dreaming of how purely satisfying it would be dragging her back to his lair, where her body would be at the mercy of his blood. Alas, it wouldn?t be today, but perhaps that would not stop him trying? A shadowy cackle would bubble from pink lips, brawly chassis beginning to twist and turn as he would attempt to bring himself to her side, barely a hair from the ladies tender flesh. ?Oh? Well perhaps something more? particular could be arranged,? silky vocals would shudder with hidden intent, lashes beating at the base of ruby eyes as he would continue, ?And a sheer pleasure to meet you too, m?lady. It is not often one crosses the path of one so perfectly pretty.? Daring maw would threaten to reach towards her, bathing in her prospect discomfort as lips would hover the hairs of her fragile spine. They would stand in a rigid silence for a few painless moments, the beast absorbing the tempting stench of her femininity, ?Oh, how terribly rude of me. You may call me Isardis, and best not to forget it,? in all honesty, he had already forgotten hers.

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