YOUR SONG
08-14-2013, 02:36 AM
What had it been that day, so long ago, that had encouraged the ghoul to assist within the woman?s survival? They had been outnumbered, she had been outnumbered as they attempted to tear her limb from limb. Any other day, the albino would have strolled on by, chuckled weakly to himself as he watched thirsty murderers rip tender flesh from dense bones. But she fought so well, even three to one she had managed to hold desperately onto her life-sources, not to mention the suggestion of her seasonal uprising that had tickled faintly, tauntingly within the air. Heedlessly, Isardis had felt the need to intervene, to throw himself into a war that were not his and assist the fraught warrior in her brawl for existence. No enemy had been spared that hour. The memories would warm within his skull as she shuddered beneath his touch, as she allowed him to overpower her. Her lyrics were warmly welcomed, pride coiling within the nooks of her syllables as he would fondly gnaw at the flesh within his jaws; fluctuating from gentle grooms to stronger suggestions of possession, authority. Honestly, the pair in a brawl would threaten to be somewhat evenly matched, though he knew the woman would allow him his superiority regardless. It pleasured the demon greatly. He would bathe silently beneath her presence for a few moments before she would speak again, this time her words encouraging forth a chuckle of apparent disbelief. Though in that moment he would recall a pregnancy he had never truly forgotten, their mating had been one of great anticipation; imagine the brilliance of such spawn. Would such a topic be what bothered her so? What had become of the life that squirmed her womb? Broad chest would be pushed towards her, his weight thrust amidst her frail skeleton as he would attempt to force her downwards. Though aggressive it was not, purely one of lust, of the need to overpower the woman that triggered such adoration within his chest. Bemusedly he would tut tut tut, features morphing to that of mock disappointment, as he gazed so doubtingly upon her, ?You will just have to make it up to me then, yes?? his guard would fall, pleasurable chuckle bouncing his throat as he would conclude, ?My pretty, my little slayer, what bothers you so?? |