YOUNG LOVER'S RAGE
09-21-2013, 09:50 PM
Illness consumed the ardent wraith, but the malady that forced her lurching stomach to empty its contents every so often was not the common virus she experienced, nor was it an infection that she hadn?t previously been acquainted with. She had reached the unpleasant conclusion and only warranted explanation for her body?s abrupt malfunctioning, realization striking her that her wanton rendezvous with Lucifer?s hellion had resulted in so much more than a brief encounter with ecstasy. It was a daunting consequence and one she had not made preparations for or desired unlike the previous experience, but the ice queen would be left with no other option than to accept the fate that had been bestowed upon her and follow through with the grueling process of pregnancy. This time around, however, the damned brute that implanted his seed within the confines of her fruitful womb would be forced to play a key role in the upbringing of their spawn no matter if he desired to or not; refusal would only result in the removal of the prized possession that put the viper in such a vulnerable state in the first place. The newly-pregnant witch would disallow the raising of unplanned and bastard children, so abandonment was not an option in her eyes. With ears pasted flatly to her crown out of pure aggravation, the petite ex-sovereign sauntered with as much poise as she could muster despite the pangs made to her abdomen in the direction of her previous encounter, breaching the southern region of the island in due time and navigating with little complication towards the enigmatic wood where she had last met with the brute. Instead of immediately locating the gargantuan fiend, however, the wraith happened upon the vacant clearing where they had sealed a rather violent deal, propelling herself towards it and settling back against her favored tree gently, taking great care to her body despite the fact that she was hardly pregnant and with children she had no desire to have. Once she had adopted a position of comfort, the babe tilted back her muzzle and unhinged her jaws, allowing a soprano howl to slither through the gap in summon for the pallid behemoth, vocals maintaining a sultry tone rather than an enraged snarl so that she may better convince the male to appear. After all, what sinner would dare pass the opportunity her howl falsely promoted? Surely not the male who had practically bled lust. |
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