They Killed The Poet
07-12-2014, 06:43 PM
She missed him. Even though only a few days had passed, it felt like eternity since she had been in his embrace. They had parted ways so that he could return to Olympus and she has remained behind, prowling the lands for information. The temptress ached for his touch, to be blanketed by his warmth again. Hips swayed as she walked, a small smirk playing on her lips as she recalled the first night they had met. His legs wrapped around her hips, his nips along her scruff, a ripple of pleasure rolled down her spine. Audits twitched as a howl captured her attention. It took no time for her to recognize the caller. She would pick up an easy trot, her perpetual smirk extending into a twisted grin. She could practically taste his cologne on her tongue before she even arrived. The land would slowly shift into rolling hills. Her gaze would lift, finding his pale form perched at the top of one, sitting like a king. Delicate stilts carried her with easy elegance up to his side. She would rumble with appreciation as she aimed to drag herself along his side. "Miss me already?" The dark queen would purr, bat her lashes at him. She would reach upward, tongue lashing out against his throat. Her lithe body remained pressed against him, claiming him as her own.
The woman never experienced love outside of that for her family. All she knew was her infatuation with the pale man. "Sitting above everything suites you." Words fed his ego as the woman planned to keep him beside her till the end. There was no explanation for why she had taken such a liking to the man, or why he was so willing to follow her. Her plans entailed the deepest of betrayals against those who were considered to be family, and yet he had stood beside her, willing to do her bidding no matter the cost. Had things gotten so bad that he craved a revolution? |
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