Keep me grounded
10-24-2014, 04:21 PM
Another number added to her list, that was all the man was. Speaking of which, what number would he be? Twenty, fifty, a hundred? Mm, but she had long lost count. The gal was intelligent, and she knew it. She had an ability to sense darkness that lurked inside others, though, in truth - there is a bit of darkness in us all. Though, to her, evil was no more than a point of view. There really was no reason to hide it and so she chose to embrace it. And then Quelt would interrupt her thoughts so quickly, though, in a very welcome manner. Words would lick at his lips and he would ravage her just as his syllables had ended. Teeth clung to her scruff and sent surges a pain throughout the area of contact. Ah, it was a welcoming pain. One in which had been so long forgotten - the other males seemed all too gentle. She was no piece of delicate glass, and she much preferred it when the men did not treat her as such. -fade to black- It was addictive, these feelings of pleasure, and indeed she was the addiction's prey. She had no desire to change her ways at this point in life. There was simply so much enjoyment in it. Each touch, kiss, embrace was all so different from the last. Heavy breaths escaped her body, and marbled eyes sought out to meet Quelt's gaze. One of the better men I've been with. A soft laugh escaped her maw. It was indeed, the truth. Mm, perhaps you should pay the Abaven king a visit. I am sure he would be happy to see you. And I really would not want this to be our last encounter, my dear. Was far too enjoyable to end there. Tired body would lower to the ground, resting peacefully upon her abdomen with limbs carefully tucked beneath her. Ah, but she was glad her curiosity had led to this adventure. my actions | my words | my thoughts |