Enderly was truly as extraordinary as I had said. He was the only male who had captured my attention and managed to hold on to it so securely; his possessiveness making it so that my interest in him never wavered. He knew how to play my games and even added his own twist to them so that I never grew bored. We danced with words, a waltz of the mind. Enderly was the embodiment of sin, a demon who left me wanting to fall from my grace. Oh yes, Enderly, with his slippery ways and seductive nature, left me intoxicated and wanting more.
I could not even begin to fathom the betrayal that fed the beast within Enderly. I have toyed with many males in my years of inflicting chaos upon this world, but never had I given them the hope that Naamah had given to my demon. To string him along for so long, to give him apart of herself by breeding with him, and then to simply rip it out from underneath him. Even I could see the cruelty these actions held, how sadistic this female must have really been to keep Enderly so willingly wrapped around her paw yet bowing to another. Naamah was no goddess, for goddesses were not whores, rather divine creatures with the power to make or break the world around them.
He is enticing in every possible way, every cell in my being screaming to give myself up to him. Maybe it is with the added influence of winter's hormones, but I was listening to them. The way his teeth drag across my skin, his hot breath tickling my ear, it sends shivers down my spine. There was no escaping him at this point if I was having second thoughts, thankfully I was fully invested into him and into this moment. I could feel my heart beating in my chest as I returned his enticing gestures, offering him an answer to his proposition on becoming mates: Yes.
All it takes is that one word to release the beast I had been baiting out of its cage for so long. A possessive growl rips from his chest and I can almost feel the excitement coursing through his body as I nip at him. He pushes into me, teeth forcefully grabbing my neck to hold me into place. I know exactly where this is leading as he positions himself behind me, a mixture of excitement and hesitation running through my mind. The dominant part of me, the part of me that tricks males and loves myself above all else, wants nothing more than to push him off of me, but another part, a new found part that has let Enderly in, wants nothing more than to submit to him.
I shift uncomfortably for a moment, but once he is on top of me, the new side of me wins and I do something I never thought I would ever do for another: Submit to his will. It is a strange new feeling: euphoric. I lose myself to him, give myself entirely to him. I have fallen from grace, allowed what was once pure to be blackened like the mark on my muzzle, and it feels so good. Not even heaven could bring me as high as I feel. For I have tasted the forbidden fruit, and it tastes so good.
When the act is done, I feel weak, like my legs are about to give out. I am a bit disheveled, but I couldn't care less. I am still coming back down to earth when he buries his cheek into mine, rubbing on my black lip marking. "This mark," he says in his husky voice that I love so much, "it was a foretelling of a demon touching your body, Eris."
My eyes close and I smirk into him, allowing my body to lean in on him and rest from our previous activity. "Oh how the other gods and goddesses would scorn me, selling my soul to a demon," I purr, pleased with the sealing of our contract. My tail wags behind me as my sapphire eyes flash open to meet his silver gaze. There was a mischief in them as I thought of all the things we could get in to this winter.
(7 years//Enderly's Goddess//Manipulate//Goddess of no land)
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