Listen To My Mouthful of Razors
06-20-2015, 01:32 PM
She came towards him, and it would be without hesitation. His grin further revealed itself as the woman stalked around him, his chin tilting slightly upwards as her tail brushed him. She was begging for it, it seemed. She had referred to him as interesting. Perhaps so, though he only cared about what he could gain from this encounter. A low chuckle rumbled the pits of his throat, amber orbs studying the female. She seemed strong. Her soul reeked of darkness just like her pelt, and her attitude was just the way he liked it. Though it was very different from Arietta's more submissive nature, he enjoyed women who could play at his level too.
"Sin." He purred, tail flicking behind him. Her scent was enticing, strong. But he would wait a few moments longer before taking what he wanted, unless of course she offered herself on a silver platter, then even better. He would hate to scar her pretty face. "I was born in Hell. I suppose this place and I have a sort of...connection." He took a step closer, eyeing her form with a hungry gaze. "And you? A strange place for one such as yourself to be." He didn't really care why she was here. He only cared about two things at this moment in time. To fuck her until she begged him to stop, and then to try and recruit her into his harem. Whether she tried to refuse, well...she wouldn't have a choice in either matter.
