My Lipgloss is Poppin'

*Claude* · 02-28-2015, 03:48 PM

Was it not so bad for her to want a little fun. He snorted at the thought. There was fun, and then there was fun with the proper sorts of men. The latter was entirely more preferable. “Il est si mauvais quand vous êtes si merveilleux.” he breathed, audible annoyance in his voice. The thought of her with any less than suitable man was perhaps the worst thought he could ever face. She deserved better, the best and no wolf without a decent bloodline and intelligence would ever be worthy of her. She would ask him to try walking around only thinking about getting with a woman. He snorted, followed by a laugh. “Bienvenue dans mon monde, Rozenn. Si vous vous souvenez, il a été un certain temps depuis que je ai eu une femme. Vous ne me voyez pas là la mendicité pour monter toute chienne qui marche par, vous faire?” Golden eyes glared in her direction stubbornly. “Desire is weakness.. resisting is strength.” She would curl up along the length of him, the curve of her spine fitting smoothly into the curve of his belly. Her description of her ideal land was vague at best, and he found himself in continuation of his stressed and altogether bad mood. “You're painfully vague, did you know that?” He inched his muzzle forward to take her ear into his jaws, vice grip closing carefully and gingerly upon the sensitive flesh. “Emmerde,” he mumbled through closed teeth, a chuckle following shortly after. Oh, did he love her.

“SPEAK,”

Login
Username:
Password:	Lost Password?
	Remember me

My Lipgloss is Poppin'

Claude