A Flower Blooming In The Slums
Moros
Blessed
06-19-2024, 05:29 PM
As much as Moros was here in her dream for her, she was here for him. Somehow in this realm she felt the ecstasy, the excitement, the longing of the vigorous sexual encounter that she felt was fully made up in her head. A dream, a fantasy. Something she had played out so that she could find it back on earth. God, she wished she could. As fucked up as this was and the brute himself for feeling so inclined to fuck his granddaughter silly, knowing what he was doing. It was all primal for both of them.
She didn't have anywhere to go, but she still participated by feeling an uncontrollable urge to wiggle beneath him and rip her claws into the soft surface under her much like how she was handling her from behind. Some kind of heritage to be vicious, reckless, destructive. Every bit of physical force she received was almost pouring out of her in a form of emotion. She didn't have to know him, she just wanted to feel like this all the time.
She growled through a snapped jaw as he bit harder into her, not uninviting him but egging him on more as he drove further into his pleasure and into his end. She never fought him, never wanted him to stop. A perfect host for his prison. She felt herself starting to fade, almost as if she was recoiling into herself, turning into something she wasn't. She was so passionate about the sexual drive, but as she felt herself leaving this space she felt like a scared little girl. Never in her life had she felt like that. He may not have even finished what she started as her body slowly dissolved from under him, bringing her back into reality.
As slowly as she left the dream, it was a sharp snap that woke her up. Shooting her head from her paws with wide eyes. But no one was here. Just her own imagination. Her eyes looked around her empty den, hearing nothing but the distant chirping bugs of the forests. It made her chest ache to be here alone, the dream reminding her that no one was here for her. And she had no one to blame but herself.
-Exit Fiametta-
"Fiametta"
She didn't have anywhere to go, but she still participated by feeling an uncontrollable urge to wiggle beneath him and rip her claws into the soft surface under her much like how she was handling her from behind. Some kind of heritage to be vicious, reckless, destructive. Every bit of physical force she received was almost pouring out of her in a form of emotion. She didn't have to know him, she just wanted to feel like this all the time.
She growled through a snapped jaw as he bit harder into her, not uninviting him but egging him on more as he drove further into his pleasure and into his end. She never fought him, never wanted him to stop. A perfect host for his prison. She felt herself starting to fade, almost as if she was recoiling into herself, turning into something she wasn't. She was so passionate about the sexual drive, but as she felt herself leaving this space she felt like a scared little girl. Never in her life had she felt like that. He may not have even finished what she started as her body slowly dissolved from under him, bringing her back into reality.
As slowly as she left the dream, it was a sharp snap that woke her up. Shooting her head from her paws with wide eyes. But no one was here. Just her own imagination. Her eyes looked around her empty den, hearing nothing but the distant chirping bugs of the forests. It made her chest ache to be here alone, the dream reminding her that no one was here for her. And she had no one to blame but herself.
-Exit Fiametta-
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