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Posted on May 31, 2013 at 03:33:54 AM by Fatality
It thrummed within her, a sickening carousel of arousal and disgust, as she danced before the trees. Their skeletal fingers reaching for her as they shedder their last foliage, naked and bare they crave her sensual curves despite the scars that caress her bodice. She was a tried and tested seductress, a slut, a porn star in her own show, one that she stars in over and over again. She had no qualms, not morals for what were morals to a devil? She did what she wanted when she wanted and damned to any who chose to deny her wishes. Well no, being damned was too easy a way out, for death was final. Oh no she wanted you to suffer at her paws as she traps you within her den. Over and over she will torment you, peel your skin back just to see what was underneath. This bitch was insane but tell me isn’t it beautiful? Body undulates as she plays out her latest conquest, a young boy he was, bathed in a dirty ivory. He had dominated her, gave into her wiles and played her little sick game. He pleasured her then once she was covered sufficiently in her own ruby dress she took off. Having lost the desire to cuddle with the foul beast any longer than she absolutely had to which was never. Shaking she twists her lithe form, the long healed scabbed belly flexing as naked whipcord strikes the air before suddenly coming to a complete stop. Twitching she can see him, his large body, his silent paws and the way danger clung to him. The shadows parted like butter only to lust after he had passed through and she pauses, intrigued as her body quivers with want. Slowly she lowers her body to the ground, slithering forward like the snake she is until she is hidden behind an outcropping, coral eyes raping his every movement as he stills before the tan girl. Suddenly she feels very very naughty as he descends, jaws opened just enough to begin to peel her skin from her own muzzle, her cries of pain ricocheting into the nights air. Nothing stirs, not an insect, not a bird, not an owl, nor the clouds. It seems heaven weeps for the innocent which makes the hellion moist. Her mouth floods with saliva, dripping down her jaw and christening the dying blades of grass that she is perched upon. His demented laughter causing her eyes to roll into the back of her head, this enjoyment should be banned. Her voyeurism illegal for she was deriving way too much pleasure watching the blood paint the ground. But then a thought strikes her, it is wasteful. Why the ground when it could paint her? Quickly she is up, dancing closer on prostitutes legs. She cares little for the devil who rends the girl, only the scarlet wine he leaves behind. Her mind almost fixated on the droplets as she approaches, completely ignoring the black beast but moaning to the girl’s screams. It is erotic, this scene. One, ripping the skin from the lass, her muscles shining so prettily beneath the moon’s light. Blood shoots from her many exposed veins and it is into one of these faucets she steps into. Eyes sliding shut as the warm liquid washes her face. Drawing her tongue across her maw she savors it, almost wanting to smear it further into her skin, to drown in it. She comes no closer however, for she has what she wants. Slowly, sensually her eyes open, bright pink flashing from the mask of burgundy, the fresh wine mixing with her own elixir from earlier creating a tantalizing aroma. Once again she shiver, whipcord of a tail whistling through the air as she cocks her head. The blood seems to seep into the cracks and crevices of her furless face, rivulets of gore and destruction. She speaks none, only tries to catch the monster’s eyes. If she can not do that then she will merely just dance about, stepping into each bloody faucet that he offers in his routine. Should he decide to turn on her she will welcome it for the sick bitch was truly demented. Besides she would love to have his manhood staked in front of her door as a doorbell. Lovely  |
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- ~ Battle not with monsters ~ - By ~ Maugrim ~ June 3, 2013 at 04:35:15 AM
Slit my throat Save my life - By Fatality June 26, 2013 at 03:39:15 AM
Battle Not With Monsters - ByMaugrim June 26, 2013 at 06:11:27 PM
Slit my throat Save my life - By Fatality June 26, 2013 at 07:49:49 PM
~ Battle not with monsters ~ - By ~ Maugrim ~ July 7, 2013 at 00:17:49 AM
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