PAPERCUT

he could get used to playing with his food like this. the thought had never occurred to him that his little endeavours could possibly be enjoyable when not stuttering and jerking convulsively. the way medusa's body formed against his, the way their breathing synchronized so that their skin never separated; it was delightfully tantalizing. the only woman who he'd made anything close to what was considered love to had been his mother, and that was under heavy influence of magic mushrooms. a voice beckoned his ears to, and it took a moment for him to realize it was the whore beneath him.

"unfortunately," he dipped his maw between her thighs again, basking in her sweet scent. "my name is irrelevant." his tone was blunt, uninterested. then a mischievous smirk began to creep over the man's moist lips. "just for our little game, though," he paused on a thoughtful tone, touching his cold leathered nose only briefly to her womanly button. he was like a child, slowly finding different ways to test out his new toy. "i'll allow you to call me daddy." he exhaled deeply against her, tempted to devour her endlessly and without halt. his groin twitched desperately in response to his ludicrous thoughts, and he was forced to push them aside.

slowly, in a manner meant to tease only himself, he trailed his chin from her soft stomach, up her delicate thigh, and back down again. his voice came out gruff, but with a nonchalant mask fitted over. "tell me," the man gingerly pinched the soft skin close to her womanly treasure between his drooling jaws. "dessen kopf ist das wertvollste in alacritis?" he leaned forward only slightly to bury his snout once again between her thighs, tasting in earnest her deliciously tangy womanhood, hoping to encourage her to give him a truthful answer.