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The Grotto
Disaster has struck!
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Posted on May 20, 2014 at 10:59:54 PM by L U C I A N
She stares at me with a measure of contempt, but I do not miss the crease of her lips as they upturn in a fleeting smirk, her repose one that is vague and yet truth. Her business is her own, for the time being. As I stand in the path before her, our bodies pressed close due to the restrictive confines of the cavern, I am again struck by the savage allure of the sooty bitch. She has turned her gaze away from him in this moment, obviously considering her words but it allows me a view of her rugged yet feminine profile as she stares into the fathomless black of the tunnels. hers was a Cameo that was imposing and primal, yet was not without it's feminine charm. Perhaps it is the Fever of winter which has caught hold of my mind, but I am in no position to fight against it nor would I wish to at this time. The Erotica of my dreams is still wet upon the palette of my mind, and I catch myself watching Her glacial eyes most intently. They are bright and lucid in the din like two blue diamonds in the night and I am given to wonder how they might sparkle beneath a blaze of ecstasy. How Sultry would they turn, a few shades deeper, dazed with the afterglow of Lusty Lovemaking... Her lips draw my attention, and I find my own tongue tracking across the length of mine broodingly. It takes several moments to register those lips are moving, pursed to speak, and I shake myself from my reverie to focus on their meaning. "Well.... I suppose that is something." I speak, the words falling distractedly from my lips. It had been an omission, a relenting. She had just admitted in her own way that I am not the only one who feels this fatal attraction. She moves then to try and squeeze past me in the narrow corridor, a feat proving entirely impossible without bodily contact, and I am wont to indulge myself in the cinnamon spice of her perfume. My muzzle extends into the svelte of her ruff, inhaling of the delicious scent that has teased me so in my dreams. Her slighter frame presses against me, and I turn into her as she does so, effectively blocking her from further locomotion and finding her very near locked into my embrace by sheer circumstance alone. I will take your company over any other, any day She tilts her head slightly as she speaks the words and a slight chuff of laughter is hissed through my fangs as they near the cusp of her ear, the heat of my breath tickling the sensitive inner lining of the cusp as I speak unbidden now. "Now that is something..." Comes the words yet a second time, throatier and yet rich and silken in it's timber. One hefty forepaw lifts and is placed flatly against the stone ore of the cavern wall beside her, barring the path. I wanted her to look at me directly, my black light eyes seeking to lock with her icy spheres. "But have you ever Truly shared the company of Another, Stella?" It is whispered huskily into the conspirator of her ear, allowing the true depth of my desire to sear every word which pries. The meaning of the question was most blatant, even as it is given in the most gentile fashion a beast such as I can comprehend. I allow the full force of my lusty thoughts to burn through the centers of my eyes, unashamed and unabashed. Somehow I already know the answer. A Lotus which has never bloomed in the fires of Passion. This is what Stella was. Fangs peek from beneath obsidian lips, reaching out now to nip at that ear of hers, a sharp pricking nip, replaced by a more delicious nibble, if the wild spitfire is given to permit such a furtive caress. I was used to dominating my women, for it was something that they craved. But all had been seasoned in the art of sexual play and each was a siren who knew what she wanted and what she did not in bedroom sport. With Stella, I wished to coax and gentle... I would not seek to subdue her as my last lovers but seduce her in the carnal desires she was not yet privy. To fulfill those fantasies which have yet to be explored... for surely even She entertained such tempting thoughts sometimes... Tongue slips between ivory blades, looking to lace a trail of sensuality across her cheek and muzzle. |
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- LET THEM BRING YOU TO HELL. - By stella May 30, 2014 at 11:21:42 PM
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