Second Chances All Around
02-21-2014, 04:05 PM
His immediate reaction was not what she had hoped for, but he did struggle, and that was just about all it seemed she would get out of him. So she enjoyed it while it lasted, and when he managed to dislodge her from his face he shouted at her about her behaviour. Who was he to lecture her? She was the one who had stayed with the clan despite her occasional dislike of small things here and there. He ranted about how he just wanted what she would define as a normal life, a mate and a place to settle down. Mercurial emotions came into play, and she grinned devilishly. The ebony femme stepped closer, slowly, her long legs carrying her towards him with a drawn out movement of one paw being put in front of the other. Feminine hips would sway from side to side with each step as she prowled closer, a sly grin playing at her sharp features while her gaze locked with his. "Are you sure you won't miss it?" Soprano lyrics would escape dark lips as a sultry purr, and if she had a tail it would have been sweeping back and forth through the air as a hungry look crossed her features. She came ever closer, tilting her chin upwards to gaze into his sea foam optics with an inscrutable expression. "The power?" Rearing up slowly, she would place her paws upon his broad, muscular chest and shove him down, onto his back, like he had done to her mere moments ago. Slowly she would step over his prone form, her chest nearly touching his as her forelegs came to a stand still on either side of him, just above his shoulders. "The loot?" She would murmur, lowering her face so it was nearly touching his. Her pale silver lined optics gazed directly into this, thick lashes framing those eerie pools. She dropped her silver topped muzzle, whispering into his ear now with her alluring purr. "The women?" She would ask softly, but she knew that he would not miss it, no one left unless they wanted to or had no other choice, and afterwards they wanted nothing more than to forget. The obsidian bitch knew, she had been sent to seduce and kill nearly all the had remained. Ever so slowly, her muscular frame, feminine without a doubt, lowered upon his as she kissed and nipped seductively at his cheek. "Don't you miss having everything you could ever want, ready for the taking?" She would murmur huskily, knowing that she had him now, she had bested all in the art of seduction, and though Razo was no longer Demonborn, he was still born a man. He would not resist her, none could. SOLDIERS FOLLOW MY LEAD, REPEAT AFTER ME -PLATINUM- |
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