A party?

As the beast but revels in the presence in this white witch it seems they have been joined. Nose wrinkles at this new scent that but dances in her lungs. Her grin splits wider, drool but hanging from her jaws. All white eyes never leave her as he enters. As he stalks her. A girlish giggle at this but stains her lips. The beast finds you amusing. Entertaining to her hunger. As she but not trapped between the two. Oh whatever ever will she do? Oh if only she were but a weak minded innocent, the fun you could have. But alas she is a monster like you both. And all you're doing is feeding that black soul with threats she will encourage. For blood is sweeter when you must work for it.

His words are heard, his meaning evident. And the beast cannot help but roar in laughter. Her body shaking as her chest rises quickly. So dark it is. As silk words but hang in the aftermath. As head turns as one of her all white eyes lands on him. Jaws agape as drool spills to the floor. "Well dear boy, why must you wait on mother. Take it, if you think you can." She provokes cause that's what she does. Threats are meant to instill fear and the beast merely brushes him like lint of her shoulder. But oh she wants to touch. This creature but stirring her. For he threatens her and that but brings the beast to her knees. She wants him to show her, show her what he can do. The desire of lust but hanging, but for who? Now that's my dirty little secret.

My white witch.

Ah she but speaks, her words like a sedation to her beast. Play? Why dear woman you speak my language. She chuckles now. It feels so heavy in her throat. As eyes but linger, once again devouring her. She is but a sight to her eyes. A image she cannot shake. She moves now. As ashen heart but sparks with interest but instead of coming to touch she moves behind her. Perhaps to but come between this child of her's from the beast. Oh the beast loves a show. She turns quickly a greedy tint to her white eyes. As he words fall. Mine. Oh? This perks her interest further. This witch has but deemed the beast her's. Do you understand what you risk? Do you understand what she is? Ah dear pet cage me if you think you can.

"Well I'm glad to see someone claims me." Her words are breathy as her mouth is watering. "But I must tell you, that this goes both ways.." Her words fading as she watches them both. Chest rising and falling as she drowns herself in their scents. Waiting for one to move. Waiting for the boy to take charge. For feed her first and see what she can give you. Feed her and watch the world but fall before your feet. She can be won, she can be tempted. But only if you have something she needs. And eyes have found but two. Two who but stoke the flame in her soul. Greedy beast.

All or nothing.