Beautiful nightmare

He was expecting her to openly balk at the proposition of him fucking her, but surprisingly she was able to keep her composure relatively well, not an ounce of shock creeping into her features. Props to her for knowing how to keep her emotions off her face, but Cicero knew too well that she was taken aback by his offer. Who in their right mind wouldn't be when a complete stranger said they wanted to fuck you? If she wasn't shocked, she should at least be flattered that he wanted to fuck her; it meant that she was appealing to him. But if she really knew that he didn't mean it, then she probably wouldn't be as flattered as she should've been. It was all the same to him anyways.


Thats quite a deal, but unfortunately, I will have to say no. I'm not sure you'd be up to much of anything. Surprise surprise, she wasn't up to taking his bet. Wonder why that was. His sneer widened as she suggested that he wouldn't be up to doing anything; thought she was smart didn't she. If he was up for fucking her, he was most certainly up for anything else, but she didn't need to know that. He would shrug at her comment, seeming nearly uninterested once again. You're probably a terrible fuck anyways. Thanks for saving me the trouble. Silver eyes would glint maliciously as he poked at the dark girl, wanting to get a rise out of her. Would insulting her physical appearance be the trigger? Cicero would watch her from atop his slab, tail lashing behind him in waiting, wondering if he could lure her in instead of the other way around.


"Burn Baby Burn"