Fire and Ice
08-15-2013, 07:17 AM
The woman was a beauty there was no doubt. But, she was not a complete whore. She would not just give herself to the man before her. She would make him work for it. That was, if he wanted to. The demoness was not one to chase. She rather them chase her. Games were her skill. She loved playing with men. It was like a horrible, sick, hobby. Yet, they all seemed to like it. The only man she would just give herself to would be the man in charge. Isar. The woman would give her body to him so she could mother his potential heirs. They would be beauties. They light fur and pink eyes would go hand in hand. The loveliest spawn there could be. She thrived on that stuff, she would count down the days until they had their moment. Pink eyes were unblinking as they bored into his. She admired his dark fur and giggled lightly. The woman tilted her head some more as he let forth baritone vocals. He spoke to her a greeting. He seemed regal, he eyed her but did not linger. The woman wondered who he really was? The woman hadn't seen any men at the meeting. Was this one of the girls mates? Was he not into woman? She furrowed her brow for a moment before the woman slithered closer. She swayed her hips with each step and her cream tail swayed behind her idly. Who might you be? I am Arthfael, of Glaciem. Speech, |