[M]A Soul's Taste of Corruption

Kemo Nishant · 11-03-2010, 04:49 AM

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OOC:

Kemo smiled evilly as she struggled to breathe and talk through his hand blocking her windpipe. It was such an amazing feeling, to be completely and utterly in control of this wolfess, to feel the life rushing against his hand through her veins, knowing in one movement of his claws he could spill her life essence all over the ground and end her existence, but he had other plans for her.

The change in her demeanor was instant and he felt her vagina swell with want against him. Her words of encouragement were like a sweet song in his ears and he knew he had her now all to himself. Her giving in had sealed her fate as he released her throat. "You're mine now bitch, your body and soul belong to me." With those last words of evil, he pushed himself into her, feeling her pussy welcome him openly in wonderfully raw pleasure. Her vagina massaged his dick gratefully, as if she had been wanting this all along, and he obliged obediently, pushing and pulling into and out of her with reckless abandon. His eyes squeezed shut, his heart beating not with the effort of the rhythm he chose, but with the excitement, the evilness of this simple act, and the need to bury every inch of himself within her.

He grabbed her neck forcefully in his jaws to completely dominate her, showing to her that she belonged to him now. She was here only for his pleasure and if she enjoyed it as well, all the more fun for both of them.

Kemo ”talks”, walks, and thinks.

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