I DONT GIVE A DAMN ABOUT REDEMPTION

*Karmen* · 01-14-2014, 12:16 PM

An unfamiliar sound joined the guttural pillage of the skies, but this was a thunder all of it's own on a much muter scale, and the pulse of it followed the tempo of breathing. Large, doe-like ears swiveled one-eighty degrees to listen behind her: the soft disturbance of the sands, and a purr of an unwelcomed guest. Karmen moved her chin towards her shoulder, giving a narrow glance to the creature who dare to interrupt her intimacy with herself. He was not much larger than she, but his skin was a harmony of ivory and elegant blacks. Two-toned eyes stared at her: one ghost-white, and its brother majestic blue. Except his image was impaired by the hulking carcass that blanketed his spine. A shiver of revolt tingled in the back of her neck and traveled all the way to her peachy little toes.

"Filthy, impetuous boy," she cooed, lifting a brow at his arrival. "Don't you know better than to peek on a lady?" She did not make an effort to move, keeping her backside to him, allowed him to indulge in the temple of her body. Karmen was curious as to what this heathen's intentions were. Karmen was no stranger to the objectives of sin, and she welcomed company that accepted the fact that they were doomed for Hell.

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