STAR LIGHT, STAR BRIGHT
07-18-2013, 02:40 PM
She knew not what to do with this man, who put himself before her and wished to please her. Was she so gifted in the art of manipulation, or had she merely stumbled upon an interesting sort of character? She knew not which, but perhaps time would reveal to her. He spoke such sweet things to her, things which did not necessarily affect her, but she thought him intriguing for speaking them. He was at her service, and as soon as he had spoken the words the serpent had decided she would hold him to it. She knew not if he was a man of his word, but she supposed that would be seen. ?I am going to take a pack, and you will follow me," she told him, the determination in her voice leaving little up for bargain.
What did she want of him? Something rough? Did she wish to pin him down and do what she would? No, tonight she would settle for something vanilla, because to Medusa vanilla had become exotic. ?Take me,? she purred, a demand that fell from her lips. The serpent would move slowly forwards, grace and poise obvious in eat footstep, stopping when her rear sat in front of the male. ?Make me forget my name, my sweet,? she crooned, the slightest hint of possession in her voice. He was her possession; she would share him if he wished, but she would bind him with his words, string him up by his promise. He was no Jupiter to her; he was not the sun without which she would pass, he did not have her love. No, he had her ownership, and he could have her body and her camaraderie.
She looked over her shoulder, moonlit-colored eyes tempting him, hoping to pull him forwards to mount her. Medusa was ready, and she didn?t doubt that Baxter was just as eager.