children of war
10-06-2013, 08:13 PM
(This post was last modified: 10-06-2013, 08:15 PM by Azalea.)
?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?? His words were enough to throw her mind into rewind, to remind her of Sarak's touch. Oh, how her body had given for him. That had been pleasurable but now that her body wanted in a way she had never before experienced, who was she to say that she would not enjoy this more? Just the thought, however, repulsed her. How could she ever enjoy a moment with the pale king? She drove herself from her thoughts when it was already too late. The sickly white male dove toward her, her teeth locking indelicately at her scruff. The burn of pain and the jump of her pulse made her jaws fall open and a strangled groan escaped them. It was the only show that she might yet enjoy what would soon follow. Her tail loosened in its protection of her assets, completely taken off guard by the charge. A growl bubbled up and she twisted her head trying to shake his grasp. Her attempts were in vain and perhaps not as heart felt as they could be. Already her body was breaking, shivering under his touch and yearning for him to claim her as his own. She did like a man in charge, after all, and Isardis was certainly a man who took charge. Realistically he had all the right keys to turn her body on to him and make her give herself up. If only the sight of him didn't repulse her so. "Valhalla will never forgive you," Were the only words she spoke. Internally though she wondered if they would blame her and if they would ever forgive her. It was inevitable now, though her mind was still in sharp denial, that she would not go home alone. What would her family do about the demons inside her? |
