10-10-2009, 12:59 AM
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IMAGE CREDITHybrid could feel Samael's weight pressing down against him; it was a perpetual reminder of Samael's newfound dominance. Every time in the past, Hybrid had liked to think of himself as always being in control. Being on top, being the male, being something that somehow made him superior to Samael. Something had changed now, and Hybrid didn't know what. Something was simply different. Hybrid had not been feeling any different earlier that day -- he had not been prowling the night with strength in his step. In fact, he had simply been meandering through the various parts of 'Souls without any real purpose. But now, he felt a real kind of strength. A strength from submission and acceptance.
Unfortunately, Hybrid was a impertinent and impatient beast of a coyote. He shuddered as he felt Samael's teeth travel down his form. He exhaled slowly, slowly, slowly, as Samael dragged his claws across Hybrid's flesh, and finally growled as Samael nipped him on the hips. Hybrid was an impatient little fucker.
"Are you planning on doing anything? Hurry the fuck up," he growled. He tried to shuffle closer, tried to increase their contact, tried to somehow feel Samael, more, more, more. Hybrid reached around, clawing at Samael's head with his right hand, trying to pull him closer, anything, more. It was a primitive lust, a bestial rage that consumed him. Lust and passion mixed and Samael was his only release. He shifted again, trying to rock his hips and grind into the other male. Friction, fucking friction, fucking anything was what Hybrid needed
Hybrid was a fucking addict and Samael was his only fix.
Unfortunately, Hybrid was a impertinent and impatient beast of a coyote. He shuddered as he felt Samael's teeth travel down his form. He exhaled slowly, slowly, slowly, as Samael dragged his claws across Hybrid's flesh, and finally growled as Samael nipped him on the hips. Hybrid was an impatient little fucker.
"Are you planning on doing anything? Hurry the fuck up," he growled. He tried to shuffle closer, tried to increase their contact, tried to somehow feel Samael, more, more, more. Hybrid reached around, clawing at Samael's head with his right hand, trying to pull him closer, anything, more. It was a primitive lust, a bestial rage that consumed him. Lust and passion mixed and Samael was his only release. He shifted again, trying to rock his hips and grind into the other male. Friction, fucking friction, fucking anything was what Hybrid needed
Hybrid was a fucking addict and Samael was his only fix.