A Day To Remember (Demonio)

N/A · 04-24-2013, 01:19 PM

Desdemona was riddled with scars beneath her pelt, this new one would add nothing to her. Her lover had seen some of the wounds, had glimpsed upon some of the faded pink abnormalities that bathed her flesh, her coat did a fine job of hiding such from view but when she lay still and he would bury his nose amongst her fur, he would find the tiny patches of raised scar tissue. Sometimes inquiring how she had received it, other times bathing the mark in a tender kiss. He was beautiful, her lover. Her twin in appearance and her soul mate in heart. She would bask in his nova's glow for the remainder of her days if only he would let her. He was the only solid rock she would ever need. He had so quickly become her reason to draw breath. Her abdominal muscles quivered, her eyes melting into liquid desire as a fire burned through her core. She yearned for his body, the touch of his teeth against her nape as he held her still, his length plundering her waiting depths, her muscles clenched in eager anticipation. She was almost too stricken to sprint.

Words oozed from her maw, dripping from her tongue like a potent aphrodisiac. Her heat demanded she be taken, her heart demanded that he love her. That he make her a part of his soul for the remainder of his days. She could not bear the tantalizing taste of his scent. He called to her like a sailor to a deadly siren and she was helpless but to obey, she only prayed he would not forsake her now that she was his slave. God did she love him. Her teeth and tongue tempted his lust, beckoned to his desire, she wanted him to claim her, she wanted him to take her, and yet she would continue this heady seduction until he grew confident that she wanted him and only him. He would kill her, if he did not do something soon, surely.

When she had enraptured him, entrapped him within her lust, she offered a last kiss a lingering promise of what was sure to come and then... she was gone. Pads drumming the earth with reckless abandon. The mountains of Tortuga were nothing to her. She flew over the mountaintops at a ferocious gait, feeling her lover gain ground upon her. Laughter, sweet and filled with love drifted back to him, his teeth snapping at her plume. The sensitive nerves shot desire straight into her core and a gasp of pleasure pulled itself from her larynx. She slowed her pace almost minutely, not enough for him to notice, but enough for him to gain those last few steps. She could wait no longer, she wished for him to take her...now.

Speech,

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