07-25-2009, 01:50 PM
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She held him close despite initial shock and assumed hidden revulsion at her son. He opened his eyes, not moving but staring into the space behind them. He didn’t wish for this moment to end, yet even so, he wished for so much more. Muzzle wrinkled faintly, pulling back over deadly canines as he breathed in her scent, tasting her aroma on his tongue. Samael dreamed of shifting and taking her right there on the sand, but the perfect Kaena in his fantasy was utterly willing, not resisting and repulsed by his incestuous desires. A moan died within his throat before it could be voiced, feeling her warmth against his coat and sensing the delicate heartbeat that throbbed within her jugular. It was so easy to kill and so delightful, watching the life fade from one’s eyes and feeling the hot blood on his lips. But he’d never take Kaena’s life without some sort of good reason, for then he’d have to wait once again until they could be reunited, except that it would be all his own fault this time around. It was too much to take, sitting so close her that he began to shift, attempting to displace the agony within his soul on the tension without so he could remain so close to his mother.
The coyote’s smaller form enlarged, equal now to that of the silver hybrid as he gently nuzzled her throat. But she smelled so delicious he wanted a taste. Hand sought hers as forms were now matched, closing his eyes and gently speaking to her neck, muffled by the soft hair. “Kill me,” he whispered, pulling away and gazing into her single eye with his twin red. Fingers touched the base of his throat, tilting his head back so that his fragile windpipe was exposed. Nails gently bit into his own skin, knowing the only way to rid him of his lust would be to kill him, and he didn’t wish to live any longer if his mother would be so torn by his existence. He didn’t want her to flinch when she touched him, or to pull away when they embraced, wondering what horrific thoughts were going through his head.
She held him close despite initial shock and assumed hidden revulsion at her son. He opened his eyes, not moving but staring into the space behind them. He didn’t wish for this moment to end, yet even so, he wished for so much more. Muzzle wrinkled faintly, pulling back over deadly canines as he breathed in her scent, tasting her aroma on his tongue. Samael dreamed of shifting and taking her right there on the sand, but the perfect Kaena in his fantasy was utterly willing, not resisting and repulsed by his incestuous desires. A moan died within his throat before it could be voiced, feeling her warmth against his coat and sensing the delicate heartbeat that throbbed within her jugular. It was so easy to kill and so delightful, watching the life fade from one’s eyes and feeling the hot blood on his lips. But he’d never take Kaena’s life without some sort of good reason, for then he’d have to wait once again until they could be reunited, except that it would be all his own fault this time around. It was too much to take, sitting so close her that he began to shift, attempting to displace the agony within his soul on the tension without so he could remain so close to his mother.
The coyote’s smaller form enlarged, equal now to that of the silver hybrid as he gently nuzzled her throat. But she smelled so delicious he wanted a taste. Hand sought hers as forms were now matched, closing his eyes and gently speaking to her neck, muffled by the soft hair. “Kill me,” he whispered, pulling away and gazing into her single eye with his twin red. Fingers touched the base of his throat, tilting his head back so that his fragile windpipe was exposed. Nails gently bit into his own skin, knowing the only way to rid him of his lust would be to kill him, and he didn’t wish to live any longer if his mother would be so torn by his existence. He didn’t want her to flinch when she touched him, or to pull away when they embraced, wondering what horrific thoughts were going through his head.