A Thorn In My Side

Lord, eh? That was a strange word to hear, even more so because he was referring to himself. She didn't care too much, she was too broken up on the inside. Her masks is all she had now, the only thing that allowed her to even feel anything. So she pushed on with her flirty self, playing even farther into the dumb broad. Maybe this would get her somewhere, anywhere to replace those feelings in her heart. Worn and torn was she, and maybe he could make her feel better. Or just simply feel. She needed to get that brute out of her mind.

"I could very well live on the rock, but would my lord be able to provide for my heat? I am rather cold right now." She purred, quite pleased at the double meaning of her statement. Even though she felt so bare, this was putting a bit of spark into her violet eyes. He stated his name, but did not ask for hers. Since she was playing the part, she didn't say anything and just allowed him to come upon her rock, watching him the whole time.

When his nose brushed behind her auds she shivered, a chill running right down his spine. He drew in her scent much like Crucifix had, and she lifted her head as her maw parted. She was putty for his hands to mold, and right now she was becoming a temple of pleasure. Her nerves were alight, every touch making her toes curl. She allowed him to touch her, but didn't make a move. If he wanted a puppet, a puppet she would be. She would no longer spoke until spoken too, and would not touch him unless he allowed it. Smirking, she dared to play with these new rules, seeing what he would do if she actually spoke. "Let me touch you my lord." She said, her voice a soft whisper, yet she whined them out. Begging him to allow it. Ha, and she thought that she wasn't alive after all that happened. She would see... this would wake her up for sure, playing the role of a cheeky puppet.