WICKED LITTLE GIRLS
01-14-2014, 11:45 AM
The thunderous purr of the feline King had aroused a warm satisfaction within Karmen's delicate body. Her gaze followed the svelte beast as he descended from his topical throne and graced the ground with his presence. His frost-coloured eyes eagerly drank in her skin, and she could feel the heat of his stare mingle with her hormones. The firefly fluttered her dark lashes, captivated by the fact that he was so immersed in her entirety. Which made this all the more difficult - for Karmen had no intentions of staying. Karmen was a fickle fatale, fleeting like dying fire. And Kusugra had not yet learned of her temperamental ways. She adored their liaison, fervently fell in love with the idea of an affair with a man outside of her genetic complexion. But their taboo was what she returned for. His unmistakable cologne had her rising to her dainty feet, lusting to close the distance between them. ?Apollo, mi amore,? she cooed to him with obvious want, and as she ate a few paces, she traced the very faint perfume of his harem on his black skin, his brood of wenches that he wedded with. She smoothly changed directions as fluently as her attitude changed, pirouetting herself into a seat in front of him. Her willow eyes narrowed as an askew smirk curved her lips, ?King amongst peasants.? The princess raised her chin, unimpressed with the idea of her sharing. Did he expect her to behave and cooperate with other females in the picture? Karmen did not share well with others, and the thought of it all made her very, very bitter. Bitter to the core. |