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The Grotto
Disaster has struck!
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IP: 35.133.148.17
Posted on October 16, 2018 at 07:04:36 PM by Mazikeen
It thrummed within her breast, the soft reverberations of her heart as it hammered against the plate that held it captive. The harsh whoosh of each thrumming beat causing her to shiver in mad delight for she was alive yet very much deceased. Can you hear her coming? Can you feel the chains of hell clatter as she slithered across the cool stone surface, the chink…chink…chink…a disjointed echo within the hallowed cavern? Malevolent eyes gleam, sickly flaxen orbs winking in and out of existence as if suspended in an altered reality and perhaps…just perhaps this story was just that. A wicked tale. Cranium tilts as a breath is taken and then another intake as she drinks in the cologne; warped mind whirring to digest the fact that she was finally close to her prey. Days had bled into weeks as she had stalked him, worshipped him, and masturbated to his essence as he forlornly made his bed. The jagged edges of his broken spirit a sweet manna that she longed to sip from even if it was only for one fortnight yet oddly enough it has only truly been a week. Time meant nothing to the demoness however as she pressed her svelte form against the eroded stone, mouth dripping with wanton desires…among other things. Muscles twitch in amusement as the corners of her lips draw up, serpentine tongue darting forth to gather the saliva before it managed to escape. The soft damp sound of her maw closing seemed to be enough to alert her victim as he whirled around in a single fluid motion. His chassis unfolded like a ghost rising from the grave, the shadows clinging to him as if he were their master and they his slaves. The ebon jealous as they encroached and hid his body paint from her vulgar gaze yet still she feasted upon the pale collar that seemed to encircle his neck…cream…or white was it? Oh how she longed to sully it with rust hued wine, make him eternally dark as the demons that writhed within her being. “Does it matter who I am?” The murmured words are hushed as they chase his earlier vocals, dainty paws drawing her forward to him as a pale siren. Her own cadaver holds an unearthly pale glow as she emerges from the void. Each step is deliberate, achingly slow yet seductive as she flows upon the stone before coming to a halt directly before him. Sunflower optics streaked with pink dance with laughter as they delve into his haunted jades and her body stance almost mocks him. For did it matter who she was as they were both trapped within the nightmare most called life. One could savagely break free that very moment and ascend to greater unknowns but still did it matter knowing? Would knowing who she was put him at ease? Would it be like a balm to his aching organs and withered soul? “Come out. Come out you say but dare I reply that it seems as though you are the one hiding.” Snout tips up in challenge, aura pregnant with energy as she looks down at him. Taunting him while holding the door open for him to admit his foolishness and embrace the evil within. Fall within her waiting arms and slumber against her breast so that when he awakens he will be true to the demons. Ivory banner whips to the side once, than twice, before curling over her back as a low growl gurgles within her throat. Only the strong survive and she so dearly wanted to savor her new toy. (You have permission to powerplay her)  |
Replies:
- a new kind of animal - By Fenyang October 18, 2018 at 01:54:40 AM
Slit my throat Save my life - By Mazikeen November 29, 2018 at 00:51:18 AM
a new kind of animal - By Fenyang November 30, 2018 at 04:34:09 AM
Slit my throat Save my life - By Mazikeen December 1, 2018 at 04:02:29 AM
a new kind of animal - By Fenyang December 4, 2018 at 02:19:17 AM