Perfect Scars Upon My Wrist [M]

Brinshana was a bit, broken, per say, both mentally, and while she loved to be broken physically, there was a part of her permanently chipped off and unavailable for return. A permanent hiatus. That, was any sliver of self control she had ever possessed. The morsel was gone. The snake before her would have its tongue dance from its lips and the best would raise his sneer, lowering his posture back flat against the Earth as it moved to wind around her foreleg. "Brina ssssssing a happy ssssssong. You have company," pleasurable indeed, wasn't it? Her head would crane politely to the side and the lithe creature would stand, pivoting with the wait of the serpentine creature on her limb. Her dual colored eyes searching the forests she would beckon the female forth, "Well, if I do have the pleasure, yet again," Her salmon tongue would dance across her inky jowls as she stood in the small opening, eyes darting to and fro wishing for the woman to come forth, she was not one to play games for hours on end, and she wanted to get theirs in sessions.

Speech.