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Posted on June 26, 2013 at 02:54:47 AM by Fatality
She had come upon him, silently, deadly like the cobra she was. Her eyes gleamed with the malicious shadows that haunted her figure and her mind as saliva pooled within the caverns of her maw. He was back. Her mind struggled to come to terms with such a revelation, yet not in the way she would have eons ago. No, only now the gears screech with the high pitched fever of nails on chalkboard. They grinded, the sound like stone on bones as her whole cadaver vibrated with dark energy. He was back. Tongue darts out to wet her nose, drool dripping down her chest, freed with that singular motion. He was back. Unable to cease her traitorous body she lowers, belly caressing the ground as he approaches the fae, the scene oddly reminiscent of how she met Maug, her current master. As he watched her dainty tongue slip in and out of splintered bone she envisioned ramming that same ore up his derriere. She saw him howl in pain as her favored wine spurted from the seams of the stuffed orifice. She saw her ramming it further and further until it splint him wide open, until the jagged end jutted from his maw, his heart impaled like a stolen trophy. The scabrous hellion shivered at the vision, of the meaning behind the image, of the symbolic properties. Like him she no longer capable of passion, no longer able to comprehend emotion as the others do for she was damaged. Unloved. Unwanted. Rejected. And the bitch loved it. She reveled in her freedom to roam and ravage as she saw fit. Noise brings reality back into focus, to the silver encrusted behemoth as he stands before his prey in all his sickening glory. He means to terrify her, to drive her mad with the images of danger as it travels up her spine and alerts her brain to run. The hellcat knows this, and yet she smiles, reveling in the girl’s sudden terror. Her own pleasure hitching as the girl whirls, her long lush tail flowing into the movements nicely. A tail that would look oh so nice in Iromar. A tail that would decorate the border, a gruesome welcome mat to the pack. Over the last few seasons she had taken painstakingly moves to implant the earth with the skeletal remains of her canine kills, each skeleton gleaming within the gloom, beckoning to the demons as they pass. Sometimes she adorns them with body pieces, drooping eyeballs, a spleen here and there, even the tenderest parts of male and female anatomy does not evade her eye. For she is a gardener and the world her garden. A sweet smile twists its way across her face, one half breathtakingly beautiful, the other horribly scared and black. Patching down her side reveals the same scarring and her tail lacks no fur whatsoever. She is a terror to behold and she knew it. A savage scream rends the air and ears perk, head rising from the protective gloom as Lucian laughs, the sound a morbid catalyst. Instantly her rational part dissolves, leaving behind only the hellcat as she begins to shiver and moan as Lucian ravages the chick. Feeling the girl’s pain as acutely as if it was her own and unlike her the white witch welcomes it. She writhes beneath the sharp claws, the pressing weight of his member, and the vicious fangs. She all but screams in delight as she suddenly finds herself on her side, enshrouded by the bush, paws striking at the ground as she twists. Her bloodied pelt, still fresh from Maugrim’s last kill, sullies her scent, keeping her true identity hidden from Lucian. And then just like that it is all over, but much too soon for her liking. Just as he settles with the bone she reveals her form, the shadows clinging to her bodice. They caress her, preen her for she is their mistress. She boldly and calmly walks to the girl, her ragged breath hitches as she lays her startling violet eyes upon Fae. Eyes that remind the hellcat of her sister. ”This will hurt.” She purrs to the girl before she is suddenly upon the girl, her form taking the place of Lucian, her back still warm from his cadaver. Quickly yet with practiced ease she begins to rend the skin off the girl, the delicious popping sound of tendons being pulled apart filling the air. The now shrill screams alighting once again, louder than when Lucian had her for now she is in hell, with the sexiest devil of them all. She chews, repeating what she learned from Maw, careful not to let the girl die yet feeling that it would not be too much longer. She swallows the flesh at the girl’s nape, pulling it down her spine in the exact manner of Mau, the ripping and squelching of the wet meat enticing. Yet the whole time she does not move her eyes from the grisly form of her former mate. She does not break eye contact should she get it. She does not speak. Only chew and swallow, bathing her form yet again as the geysers of blood shoot forth, the girls screams dying down to a whimper as she takes her punishment. Her back is now fully exposed and it is then that Fae rips her tail from her body, the loud pop reverberating in the sudden silence. Tail in mouth she growls, the sound low and menacing as she allows her hackles to rise. He better not approach if he valued what little life he managed to etch out. He better not speak if he did not want his tongue handing from a head in the skeletal encrusted mouth of her den. She, a bitch scorned, was not to be trifled with.  |
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