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Posted on February 25, 2014 at 01:27:24 AM by Lucian
She is a different breed of creature then my three Sirens. She boasts no petticoats of sugar-spun light. Nor eyes of pink lemonade or deep amethyst. She is not petite, or catty in her cunning. Hers is a brash, more abrasive and blunt nature. To the point rather then manipulate and construe. Hers is the build of a warrior, boasting height and strength to match most men of combat rather then the curves befitting a Woman. Yet somehow, she wears her brawn attractively and I'll admit that it is a little beguiling. Her petulent jest spat between small snaps of retaliation cause my aggression to subside slightly in the banter, and a deep chocolatey chuckle drips recklessly from my lips as a result. "Well I'm not exactly known for being a Gentleman, am I?" I say with a slight shrug of my shoulders. She twists about beneath my forelegs, and I allow the motion though I could have kept her subdued if I so chose. As she turns over and lifts herself up, I find myself in a far more provocative position then before, my underbelly brushing dangerously (and deliciosuly) close to her firm derriere as she moves to slide out from beneath me. Her fragrance, at it's most potent and alluring given the particular season, is nigh enough to drive me to the edge of my senses. "It could be fun you know... could be the best fun you've ever had in your miserable little life, baby." It is a taunt meant to rile her ire, but it wasn't exactly a lie either. Tongue slides across my fangs... and for one devious moment I contemplate taking full advantage. It'd be so easy. So easy to simply constrict my forelegs, my blunt talons digging into the soft flesh of her midriff, fangs grappling the nape of her neck in a sadistic lover's kiss and pull her deeper into my embrace. I could imagine it now, I'd let my thighs envelope her flanks, molding our bodies together as one and slip my body into the apex of hers. It'd be the ride of her life, and I'd bet she'd give me the ride of mine judging by her fiesty attitude. But I resist the urge, though I know not what keeps my Demon at bay. I find myself somewhat fascinated by the mottling of colors that fissure the stark obsidian of her corsets. Flecks of golden embers and silver stars to striate through the blackened canvas of her supple back. I allow it to assuage my carnal desires, but as she slips away I can't resist the temptation of placing a sharp nip on her left flank, the effects of her nearness rise boldly against my stomach and I am shameless in letting it show. Letting her see how differently this could have gone. I give her the space she seeks, releasing her to her freedom. It seems I've gone too long without a woman, for I feel her heat still skittering across my skin and I find I liked it. My eyes narrow upon her more closely now, the deep black-light pits penetrative as I realize there is something vaguely familiar about her. "If you don't like the way the Big Bad Wolf plays then you should'a stayed at home and left me alone, woman." |
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- NO SALVATION. - By stella March 10, 2014 at 11:12:06 PM
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