children of war
10-06-2013, 06:24 PM
isardis
She was a spitfire, a girl with the flames of defiance burning at the base of her soul, igniting the amber irises of her spiteful gaze. Oh how her displeasure fed him, fuelled his want, his need to overpower her. A sickened chuckle would respond to her own, the due engaging in the twirling footwork of a sinister dance as his chest would pivot to follow her sauntering form. ?It would so displease me to be forceful little ember, can you not imagine the fun we could have? The shuddering of your quarters as I satisfy the cravings of your luxurious femininity?? toxin would begin to spread his veins, the woman?s time for play rapidly running dry. Instinct would send him forward in a burst of power, an attempted hind-driven launch towards her smaller frame, jaws agape as the pale monster would attempt to clasp at the bunched skin of her scruff; to hold it within his power as his loins would throb with the thrill of the chase. For once, this mating might actually be about pleasure and not purely about the children that would come of it. He would draw this tango out for as long as time itself would allow him. |
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