He was quite the dance partner, this Enderly. As I led, he kept in perfect step with me, something no one has done in such a long time. I do not miss the way his silver gaze lights up with an entirely new look than the one he started with: Desire. He was like a fly in my trap, while he may not think it, he was an incredibly easy capture. Fortunately for him, he had sparked my interest, and I would not eat him alive like the black widow I was famed for being. For if he desired me, then he would have to work for any affections from me. No one had ever won my favor, but I would let him try.
"But it is not flattery, goddess, if you are not a mortal woman. I cannot see that beauty such as yours would have any mortal perishing date,"he says smoothly, his eyes raking down my body, but I protest none. He can look all he wants, even touch, but he can't have without proper permission. I was a queen in my own right, controlled by none and tamed by no king. My I rise, a tongue flows across his lips and there is an anticipation there in the heat of his silver gaze. "Aye, but all beauty if fleeting. For even gods and goddesses must return from whence they came, taking with them their beauty and leaving behind only memories for those lucky enough to witness them, which in time die with the beholder," I say with a sly smile, countering his words with ones of my own.
I am well versed in how the desires of males can drive them to try....less than conventional ways of winning my favor. One of my favorites was when they thought they could simply take me, hold me down and allow their lust to smother me. But they were so very foolish, for I was capable of holding my own, of putting keeping their more simpler desires down like crazed dogs. So let Enderly try, let him fall to his desires and he will learn that I am more than just a pretty face.
He brings his muzzle to mine, and all I can smell is his powerful musk and all I can see are those silver eyes. A well played move on his part. "Am I not the first among many to bow to you? Am I not the first to sing your praises, oh fair goddess? Is it too much to ask that such a divine creature can offer just a taste of the sweet nectar you contain?" he whispers, his words quit seductive and tempting. "Aw, but you see, my nectar is the sweetest of them all. One little taste and it will have you loosing your senses. What makes you think you can handle it over all the others who have tried?" I whispered back, my voice a purr.
"You may call me Enderly, high one." he whispers allowing his hot breath to roll over my face. I smirk and move closer, bringing my lips to his ear. "Eris," I say, letting my hot breathe tickle the hairs within his ear. The most tantalizing of smiles playing across my maw as I pull away and offer him a wink.
(6 years/ Controls none/ Deceives none/ Loner)
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