RUNNIN' FROM THE COPS IN BLACK BIKINI TOPS

*Karmen* · 09-27-2013, 09:22 AM

SHE NEVER IMAGINED SHE'D HEAR THOSE WORDS COME FROM Canttina's mouth: settled down? Certainly not Canttina, the demon who could lose count of all the boys and girls who lusted for her touch. Karmen's face morphed into lackluster unamusement. Canttina had been tied down, and a concoction of disappointment and jealousy coiled in her stomach. Her teeth gnashed together as she forced a petty smile on her face, feigning that she was happy for her. But the guise didn't last long as her lashes flittered into place, her chin gradually elevating toward the ceiling as she cooed to her partner. "Is she as fluent in your body language as I used to be?" She let her morsel of speech melt in the other's mouth before continuing on, she wished not to hear an answer and simply swept the conversation under the rug with a flick of her tail.

As Karmen escorted herself throughout the domain of her ex-affiliate, she flexed her toes on the plush black wool that she deemed a bed. Sinful thoughts spindled in the catacombs of her mind, weaving like spider webs, ensnaring devious intentions like winged insects. But her attention refocused on Canttina as the proposal left her tongue. The sound of it was like sticky-sweet caramel, so tempting that Karmen could feel her mouth water.

"Mother Goose, eh?" she purred, a small giggled laced in her words. She played with the idea in her mind: a kingdom, the power she had been previously seeking, and better yet, ruled next to a woman she knew had bad blood in her veins. She pivoted her body and sashayed closer to Canttina, batting her peridot eyes. "Not a monarchy love, a matriarchy. You know I'd fervently adore creating chaos beside you once again."

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