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10-14-2013, 05:30 PM
Resisting him again was already a challenge, and the way he was caressing her made it even harder. Why did he have to be so revolting, yet so tempting? Why did she have to be so young? She would bite back a sigh and still remain still as his tongue trailed along her body and stopped at her elbow. He liked nibbling at odd places didn't he? She wanted to laugh but of course, she would hold it back. If he enjoyed licking armpits then so be it. "I set up everything for you." She would say as she attempted to raise up by using her front legs. He was still above her, so she would attempt to press her moist nose into his chest or bottom portion of his throat. If he would allow this she did not know, but it was worth a shot. If he wanted her to squeal then she would. "I'm obsessed Isardis. Why do you think I ran away from you? Why do you think I brought Valhalla into your playing field? Because I knew you could crumble her weak walls, I knew you could dominate those inbreds. I knew you needed to prove yourself to all of Alacritis, and put your name out for all packs to hear. Why not use the unexpected playing piece? The sad little girl who had just lost her mother? They are weak. I didn't want to become beta of a pack that would crumble before my paws. I wanted true power, and I realized only you posses such greatness. I did it all for you." She would say, lips creasing into a wicked smile. She would breathe heavily, warm breath kissing the ivory man as she did so. For a few seconds she would remain silent, but then she would speak again. "That day on the ice you told me I was not worthy of greatness, that I was not worthy of becoming a queen. Have I proved my worth now ghost? Have I not proved to all of Alacritis the great power you posses? Have i not struck fear in all their hearts?" |