09-19-2009, 03:14 PM
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He would eat him alive. There was no resistance and Samael was tempted to see how far he could push him. He tasted his blood on his tongue, and it tasted sweet as sugar. He missed him, too. Aw, how sweet. Samael had never loved another save Kaena, but Hybrid had been a favorite toy of his. He’d enjoyed the familiarity as much as he enjoyed the excitement of a new fuck buddy, changing partners with the passage of each new day. Hybrid had sliced his face up, leaving scars that would remain until the day he died. But Hybrid hadn’t left their encounters without a few marks of his own—Samael had seen to that. Salmon tongue emerged from his lips, caressing the edges of his face and muzzle. “Aw, I’m touched,” he purred so elegantly, seizing a mouthful of his ruff and biting down viciously. Clawed hand traced down his chest, across his belly, and slowly moving lower and lower while blood-red gaze met coyly. After all, Samael simply adored his favorite toy. |