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Posted on June 26, 2013 at 07:49:49 PM by Fatality
Warmth, hot heat travels down her spine as he all but shuts out from view. His legs on either side of her, his chest moving against her back with each breath and she is frozen. Her breath hitching, her body melting at the sheer rawness of him, of his prescence as it slides into her aura and demands her. Everything from her. All of which she willingly gives as his deep warning vibrates through the barrier of skin that separates them, shooting lightning bolts to her posterior end. Everything is afire, burning within her and screaming for release. She is heady, lungs greedily sucking in oxygen for it seems with is arrival it has been depleted. Body squirms, pressing against the ground one moment and then up against his, begging for release but not of his hold. And then she feels it, the sharp points of his fangs, her body instantly pressing into them. Feverishly she tries to struggle, anything to feel them pierce her flesh and when they do she falls apart. Shatters into a million little pieces, slumping to the ground in a heap of quivering flesh unable to do much more but wide the waves of pleasure that assaults her over and over again. All of this without penetration. Oh moon she is in hell. And then it is over, leaving her breathy and alight, each nerve ending firing off. Eyes sliding open to witness his virile form standing over carcass, his withers full and high, eyes raping her over again as he digs his message deep into her mind. Over and over it slashes into the soft flesh of her brain until it glows red white, gleaming with neon brilliance. Growl rising to rival his own, to motion of his tongue caressing his fang causing another violent shiver to ravage her body, bring a dying fire back to roaring. She knew not how he held such power over her loins yet he does and at the moment she was swollen with need, with a want so ferocious that another episode will leave her mauling him. She will pin him to the ground and take what he is withholding from her. Paws begin to move forward after he has selected, eyes searching for a tender piece but as she dips her head he grabs her. His body moving to cover hers yet again, his teeth piercing her flesh causing her to moan yet again, the sensation building. Oh no, she writhes beneath him. Unable to stop the flurry of needles as they cascade down her svelte form. Violently he angles her head to where he wants her to eat, pressing her snout into the flesh until she whimpers her consent. Waiting for him to let up just a fraction in response and it will be then that she darts forward just an inch. Snarls leaving her maw as her own lips rise in challenge. She is the lion, growling even as she purrs, wanting even as she denies. She can feel the warm droplets as they drip onto her face, sliding down her fur to caress her heated skin. She breaks not the gaze, daring him to give into her needs, to punish her. Tail curling up to brush against other parts of him, wondering if he derived and pleasure from her as she did him. Suddenly he is lunging forward, his teeth ripping into the tarnished tawny pelt, pulling away sharply and dramatically. Yet she cares not, her growl still in her throat as the entrails pool in between her paws. Blood spraying her in her face and she is suddenly silent, her eyes finally lowered as she eyes this gift. Body relaxes, ears dropping some as she acknowledges his dominance, submitting beneath him despite her earlier display. Yet it is brief as excitement begins to build yet again, so many tender pieces, so many to choose from. She tilts her head up again, beseeching him as if to ask can she have her pick. She is like a pup, body shivering with loose control and after a moment she dips her head, picking at a lung. It is her favorite despite the fact many chose the heart. She loves the texture of the lung, the little pieces that house the air chewy and soft beneath her tongue. She beams, purring with pleasure as she takes her second bite, now uncaring of his posture over her. She feels safe, tucked away in his embrace as she dines, secure in knowing that he will watch over her. She knows that this is wrong, so deliciously right and that she will not leave him. She will follow him for she is addicted to his raw power, to his callous ways and his promise of wicked pleasure and divine pain should she defy. He has shown her, her fate should she fail and it titillates her. Arouses her and after she finishes the lung she plucks the heart from the pile, careful not to puncture the organ with her teeth, and angles her head up to him. Offering the powerhouse the centre of all life. It is the exchanging of rings. Symbolic as it was gruesome. She wants him to eat just as much as she wants to feel his member. She wants to scream his name as she collapses again, this time unable to recover until the next morn. She is his sinful pet, a position she takes seriously and willingly. It is then that she gazes into his fathomless eyes, her blood stained lips rising in a macabre smile. ”Fatality” She says this in a final tone. Her voice whispering over the carnage, their wedding bed.  |
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Fatality
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