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Posted on March 22, 2018 at 05:09:17 AM by Mazikeen
Everything was silent beneath the stoic stance of necrotic wood. The birds hid within their nests as the creatures held their breath beneath the littered floor of the forest. It was a soul binding silence that the wraith found comfort in as she allowed her soul to frolic about the land. Yet it was time to play and as slitted pools widened so did her glee. Sardonic giggles drip from her maw, her body rising in a sinister fluid way as lyrics dance to her ears. Prey. It came to her and like the good little demon she was she met her guest head on…literally. Hips roll as she floats upon silent paws, disjointed shafts of light alighting on the disconcerting way her coat sits on her haunches giving a soft squelch with each paw fall. The thick congealing blood slips down her legs, reverberating upon the leaves and announcing her approach. Greedy eyes drink in the bitch before her, all heady as her breath gushed out of her lungs. Tremors alighted her as she envisioned the wet sound of blood dripping from a severed throat, or perhaps she could play for a little while longer and remove the eyes from her pretty little head. So many options and yet she could barely contain herself as she slithered closer, dragging her body down the massive length of the girl. Rounding her rump she paints the other side, leaving behind clumps of fur and gore. Wicked glee bleeds from her vocals as she hums a haughty tune. ”Yes child?” Saccharine eyes feasts upon the starving nature of her prey before she explodes in a sudden flurry of activity. Slipping beneath her head she nips violently at the girl’s throat, paws never stilling to study reaction as she is busy leaving little stinging kisses down her shoulder and flank. Silken banner whips out to drag across the child’s face before she leaps upon the log the child leaned upon, tired of clearing it each time she wished to circumvent her prize. ”What do you want?” The words are tempered with a girlish squeal of delight as her serpentine cadaver moves to push the ruby painted whore of her wooden cane. If she fell to the earth from loss of balance she would pounce upon her, the utter difference in their weight a small factor to the demon’s mind. Her maw would lower to her throat, her tongue slipping forth to caress the fur and feel her life’s blood as it rushed just beneath the surface. Over and over again will she perform until savage snarl alights within the cavern of her chest. Gentle caress will become rough as she grips her throat, pressing her own bedazzled body to hers, ivory melding until they are one. ”I am He. I am ALL” She whispers around the girl’s flesh, biting down harder until her scarlet wine flows down her gullet. The smoky flavor so deep the vagabond shivers in orgasmic gaiety, her hips pressing ever harder into the girl. There she will stay, upon a throne of living flesh waiting…waiting for fate.  |
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- finder's keepers, loser's weepers - By eto. March 26, 2018 at 03:29:35 AM
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