TASTE THIS BREATH

He had returned to the spot where he had once laid eyes on the red goddess, a sultry beast of temptation. Though the pallid demon wasn't sure what brought him back here, perhaps another chance at filling a need in his chest, a needing, a lusting for such a beautiful creature. Would it be by chance that the witch would be lurking in the first spot he had met her, or would that trigger fate too much? Would that push his bounds? A grumble of laughter billowed from his chest, as he manuvered through the undergrowth towards the spring where he met her at first.



Two tone oculars, glanced around him, and he moved seamlessly towards the water, neck extending to sniff the substance, before daintly stretching a paw forward to feel the temperature. The warmth of the water was a welcome break from the harshness of winter, and he let out a slow sigh, as he moved forward allowing the liquid to claim him, to mark him. The warm water caresssed him, coating his skin, soaking his alabaster coat, seeping to the ends of his ivory fur. It was ecstacy, such a feeling that one couldn't deny, and he reveled in it, waiting, hoping for the dark red witch to make her appereance, hoping to make her his, to take her tonight and feel his release.