Fire and Ice

Rape and plunder, take it all
Show her you mean it, watch her fall
Laugh while innocence disappears
Be her worries, be her fears

Golden eyes grew wider, his mind driving him wild for the fae in front of him. He had to stifle himself from giggling at her demise. She was practically squirming under his burning gaze. She could try her best to look confident, but he could tell she was about to break her calm composure.

"You would do well not to venture so far from your comfortable pack, my dear, for out here in the wild, we do what we want, say what we want, and take exactly what we want." At his last word, he allowed his eyes to drift from her carefully slit violet orbs down her slim neck and to the sculpted curves that formed her waistline.

Violet eyes and ebony lips
Soft behind and tender hips
Take her, break her, bend her will
Show her what it means to kill

Fugue stood then, his instinct driving him onward as he took two steps closer to the dame. His head was tucked low to his chest, banner positioned straight behind him, and muscles positioned far apart and tensed to spring. He hoped she was ready to dance.