WASTED NIGHTS

holy tits on a stick, thank you muse ♥



Pupils roved to his slavering jaws as a sinister expression tweaked his velveteen lips in response to her question, indicating that her ominous prediction wasn?t entirely incorrect, intriguing the porcelain babe immediately. An expression that mirrored his own plastered itself to her pristine countenance as she pondered what gruesome endeavor the brute had performed in order to earn the injury that plagued him, fascinated with the possibility of successful slaughter. The goliath, however, denied swift murder, but still the ice queen wasn?t convinced that he hadn?t committed the crime ? perhaps he had drained the life from a damned soul sluggishly so as to preserve the intense euphoria that accompanied the fulfillment of execution. Such thoughts amused the wench and she found a throaty purr rumbling from her larynx as she allowed her twisted imagination to devour her mind.


She was wrenched back into reality as his baritone vocalizations graced the air a second time, causing the smirk that consumed her visage to elongate at the recognition of his evident innuendo. The wraith would heave her mass slowly back upon all fours, maneuvering easily about his rooted form with a sensual swagger, right shoulder grazing along the curvature of his physique without pressing too tightly against him, her touch barely lingering in a teasing manner. Once she had completed a semi-circle around the brute, she would halt at his side, the gap between them almost nonexistent. ?How suggestive of you,? she would croon smoothly, a devious smirk laden upon her features. After a moment?s pause, she would tear herself free of his touch, pivoting back to face him with a victorious gleam to her metallic eyes. ?But you?ll have to try harder than that,? she threw down the gauntlet, curious as to whether or not he would snatch it in his grasp or leave it to collect dust.


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