TAKE ME TO CHURCH
12-09-2014, 09:43 PM
She does not flinch when teeth nibble along her throat. How could she? She trusts Jupiter, and if the woman were to wish her dead, Medusa would not wish to live anyways. She gives a gentle pull of the heavenly woman’s ear before applying a smoldering kiss to the same heated flesh, teasing it and kissing it better all the same. This is how they are; they play rough and they do not apologize. She accepts that soon, very soon, things would prove interesting. How could they not, when drama had always been attracted to them. They were giants of the sky, after all. ”You like me on my knees, then?” she croons cheekily to her lover, supporting Jupiter as she always would. ”I’d like to think myself better than the common filth,” she breathes against Jupiter’s flesh, an enticing whisper. How could the seductress not, after all, attempt to seduce? |