Purpose Driven

The fear in Irilyth's expression and the way her ears fell back against her skull while she gave her chin a submissive lick was all so incredibly delicious that Manea almost couldn't resist devouring her. Every little gasp and whine fueled her even more and a pleased grin pulled across her features at her agreement of understanding her terms. "Good," she replied simply, that hungry lust flaring to life in her aqua gaze once more once she got the confirmation she needed. She could contain her blood lust and relegate it to less desirable women like the plump woman she and Alastor had destroyed on their honeymoon night. Irilyth seemed like the clever sort - at the very leasts smart enough to know how to appease the wolf that could kill her without effort and could keep her warm and fed if she behaved.

She twisted and shifted Irilyth in her grasp again till she was almost on her back, pulling apart her hind legs to expose the most intimate parts of her again. Her hind leg hooked over that of her plaything to keep her legs apart, absolutely intoxicating her with the scent of her heat. One foreleg held her around her shoulders to keep her held to her chest while the other trailed down across her chest and stomach just to feel her squirm under her touch. "What happened to your last master?" she asked curiously, her feline-like paw drawing slow figure eights and circles through the thin, pale fur of her soft stomach, speaking casually as if she wasn't taking advantage of the smaller woman at the same time.

Manea | Temno | Ciemny