DANCE WITH THE DEVIL
07-19-2013, 09:03 AM
(This post was last modified: 07-19-2013, 09:04 AM by Kaprasíus.)
Sure Sj?fn herself was watching Kapras?us today, and he had gifted him so graciously with a woman as lovely as this one, who called herself Medusa. What a blessing! Had the goddess of love herself graced the earth with her presence, giving him this lady? It seemed probable; at the mere idea of it, his emerald eyes glimmered with delight. The only thing that could make the evening any more splendid was if his brother somehow caught scent of him, and turned back to meet him here! It was unlikely, given the situation, but Kapra was sure he would find him soon enough
"I will give you anything you want -- and more. Just tonight." His own desire, his need, was just as blatantly obvious -- he hid nothing from her, even pulling back ever so slightly as his tongue left the tip of her ear and retracted into her mouth. The slender male's posture was relaxed and nonthreatening, his blatant desire for her rather hard to miss unless the poor lady was blind or stupid -- and he was rather certain she was neither. But she returned the contact, and he eagerly returned the pressure, seeking more. Who was this lady, he wondered? Her name was Medusa. She was a siren, a female version of himself, who craved pleasure and valued little more. At least, this was what he gained from the meeting thus far. What a lovely way of life! Thirstily he drank in her scent, pressing his nose against the back of her neck and drinking in her tantalizing aroma as though he might die without it.
She was willing to give more, and he would not even have to convince her that playing with him was a good idea. She was a strong woman, and yet so willing to give to him exactly what he wanted! A soft laugh escaped his lips, a sound of delight and desire that bubbled forth with little constraint from deep within him. His head was already positioned behind her, but he swung the rest of his body around -- his front pressing rather roughly against her back, his jaws parting to grab hold of the scruff at the back of her neck lightly, not enough to harm her. He slid his mouth near her ear again, pressed hard against her. "Ich m?chte innerhalb sie sein," he mumbled into a mouthful of her fur, his tones deep and alluring. He doubted she knew the language he spoke, and yet his tones were simply brimming with lust regardless.
(I had Kapra say the same thing that Jaeger did to her, maybe so she can be kinda like "wut"? you can do with this as you see fit xD)
"I will give you anything you want -- and more. Just tonight." His own desire, his need, was just as blatantly obvious -- he hid nothing from her, even pulling back ever so slightly as his tongue left the tip of her ear and retracted into her mouth. The slender male's posture was relaxed and nonthreatening, his blatant desire for her rather hard to miss unless the poor lady was blind or stupid -- and he was rather certain she was neither. But she returned the contact, and he eagerly returned the pressure, seeking more. Who was this lady, he wondered? Her name was Medusa. She was a siren, a female version of himself, who craved pleasure and valued little more. At least, this was what he gained from the meeting thus far. What a lovely way of life! Thirstily he drank in her scent, pressing his nose against the back of her neck and drinking in her tantalizing aroma as though he might die without it.
She was willing to give more, and he would not even have to convince her that playing with him was a good idea. She was a strong woman, and yet so willing to give to him exactly what he wanted! A soft laugh escaped his lips, a sound of delight and desire that bubbled forth with little constraint from deep within him. His head was already positioned behind her, but he swung the rest of his body around -- his front pressing rather roughly against her back, his jaws parting to grab hold of the scruff at the back of her neck lightly, not enough to harm her. He slid his mouth near her ear again, pressed hard against her. "Ich m?chte innerhalb sie sein," he mumbled into a mouthful of her fur, his tones deep and alluring. He doubted she knew the language he spoke, and yet his tones were simply brimming with lust regardless.
(I had Kapra say the same thing that Jaeger did to her, maybe so she can be kinda like "wut"? you can do with this as you see fit xD)
WARNING: Kaprasíus is extremely prone to violence, including maim fights & character claiming.
Katja is also welcome in any and all of his threads, without warning.
He also has a bush viper companion named Jǫrmungandr.