Taste these embers and ash
04-10-2014, 09:55 PM
(This post was last modified: 04-10-2014, 09:56 PM by Crucifix.)
Her words gave him the promise he had not even known he had been looking for, the breath it came in was hot against his ear, teasing him, capturing him, holding him to her words and her promise. He would move his muzzle quickly to lash out his tongue and touch it against the origin of her words. His tongue would lick against the upper half of muzzle, flutter against her skin and be gone again. If she was gona tease him with a taste of her words, he was sure as hell gona tease her with his moves, right back at her. Her words where her temptation, purring them against her throat like a caress, as she told him he could call her whatever he wished, and he would rumble a laughter from his chest, enjoying this banter of words, this underlay of meaning so enriched in every syllable they plucked against the air. ?oh truly?? he would say, at her words on men and silence. ?And here I thought you were too busy savoring your words to spare one? He would push the blame she shouldered against him aside with an indifferent flick of his ears. In moments her words would cease their banter, and her tone no longer soaked him in her gentle, teasing desire. For a moment he lost his words, her change so abrupt he almost felt the whiplash ?I.. He would say for a moment, at a loss, and so off guard he was that his next words would be the truth. ?I was contemplating murder? "My sounds""My Soul" |
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