Let me live that fantasy
07-17-2013, 08:10 PM
isardis
The wench would shudder, a jolt of power-induced electricity bouncing her spine as the male forced her body into closer proximities. She seemed to resist for a few moments, brain ticking behind the shadows of her emerald gaze, but slowly she would begin to relax, perhaps coming to terms with the cold truth; unless she wanted to fight him, he most certainly wasn?t going to release her from his presence. His mind began to contemplate, wondering wordlessly whether he?d be able to fool the lady into believing he did in fact have a kingdom and that she were now his. The thought of losing such an exceptional and willing femora was not one the albino was willing to let brew, it would be madness to pass by such a prospect. Of course, that was not to say he wouldn?t simply track her down later, but why make life difficult hm?A potential fear would begin to flutter her chest, radiating from her pores and infecting his mind; he fed from the fear, the unknowing, of those he surrounded himself in. To see a beast tremble beneath its skin in his presence were more than enough to encourage the pallid creature to bubble with observable self pride. Though unfortunately it seemed short lived, and Euphrosyne?s emotions would rapidly grow somewhat vague, as if the motivating banshee had suddenly accepted that terror would not save her from reality. It was a positive quality to have in not only a brood, but a warrior, however Isardis still found himself mildly disappointed. And what was this? Harks would flicker with interest, ruby gaze crawling earnestly to the barely-notable expression that clutched her fa?ade; did she really just suggest she wanted to carry his babes, to become his personal toy and be subject to his twisted snider and puppetry? Did she fancy having the strings of her body and mind plucked by a stranger she barely knew, or had she simply misunderstood? A low cackle would tumble free of cherry maw, writhing with a growing execution and obscurity, ?Oh darling, stop-? voice would crawl forth with mock waver, ?If you keep speaking as such, keep encouraging me with such tantalizing language, I might just have to take you here and now.? Smirk would twitch with rising folly at his lips, skull drawing closer to the lady to rest over her hips, and courageously, the hefty being would withdraw salmon tongue; taste-buds dragging from hip down the contours of her slender hind leg. Would she try stop him? Indistinctly, the famished fiend would hungrily hope so. |