children of war
09-30-2013, 07:41 PM
(This post was last modified: 09-30-2013, 07:42 PM by Isardis.)
isardis
He could smell the girl from a mile away, sauntering with evident purpose to find her location, knowing she would be reachable by the prisoner position she had so willingly granted herself. How much more perfect could it be? That the youth had come into her first season of sexual maturity so soon after her Glaciem Arrival. Even if Valhalla would fight for her return, squirming within the walls of her womb would be the life of his spawn; the very children that would signal an eternity of war. Her scent would grow more potent as he would seek her, twisting effortlessly between the pines as he would call for her, muse bubbling from his lips in crazed snickers, ?Where is my pretty little prisoner, hm? Do not hide from what your body so craves.? |