children of war
11-05-2013, 10:45 PM
isardis
She would buck beneath him like a crazed equine, her hips reaching up to bash at his undersides; he would do no more than manage a muffled chuckle between the bristling of her scruff. She didn?t stand a chance, not against his determination and weight. She was a spitfire, he would give her that. Honestly, he found her a total waste of spirit. Working on his side, the girl could have been powerful, but in Valhalla? She was worthless, wasted, nothing. Too bad. He wiggled into position, deafened to her words, and with an impolite thrusting of his pelvis he would initiate the creation of life, children to be bound to the swords of their parents rivalry. Forever. -- fade to black |
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