let me liberate you

she accepted his lie and even spoke it as if praising a god, or so that's how the man interpreted. and he was a god, in his own mind. he would one day fight amongst them, his glorious abstemious hide glistening like precious gold. worth tenfold more. a victorious smirk of dangerous intentions played ruthlessly upon his lips, which ached to taste the woman's core once more. and he would, after taking pride to break her and cause her to beg like the whore she knows she is.

he would move fluidly to press his right shoulder gently into the contour of her chest as she inquired why he was here. simple. the word would draw out slowly as he took minuscule time to press his chiseled chin lightly upon her nape. the burning desire within his loins grew in intensity as his memory echoed wanton moans from their past experience. i needed to feel you again, my queen. a slight but deliberate play on words, meant to drive the woman into submission.