M - daydream milk and genocide.

Haku Soul · 05-09-2010, 04:10 AM

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She seemed to welcome it; the bright flame of pain brought by sharp nails that had stolen so many innocent lives without reason. It would be so easy to add to that light pressure and dig into her soft abdomen. He knew that both parts were aware of it; and the thought of the roulette pleased him immensely. He was not a creature to be trusted, as a former follower of his had once discovered. It was sad though; Sicarus had never grasped the betrayal before it was too late. Her pulse throbbed against the teeth that had seized her. The beast could so vividly see the flowing blood rush through so close and within immediate range. He was far from oblivious of the desire ripping through the canine beneath him – he too felt the rush of blood bring lust to his joints, but the man was more controlled, and his desire more dependant on the physical. Whereas he could feel the pleasant desperation rise, there was also something else. She had not managed to give the man what he had needed, but she had proven herself to him nevertheless. Kaena had lost her value completely by now.

Her body pressed against the trailing fingers and nails dug deeper as he experienced a moment beyond control. She was a woman grown; her beautiful, feminine forms were proof of this, and he let his greedy tongue travel downwards along that path of crimson – pausing temporarily to press and rub against a responsible nipple. The cruel beast had yet to come to a conclusion of a path to take. It brought an own sense of thrill to watch a woman squirm under him with tremors brought forth by something different than the usual fear and loath. Mortal heart pressed against the inner walls of his chest. What he once had longed for in Kaena was readily available for him here; within this female. He wanted to give life to the darkness lurking in them both; though hers was young and gentle – masked by ignorance and lies. He could aid this woman and her darkness.

He felt the pressure of her hand, weight drawing him towards her as her pulse raced up and beyond his, which was steadily rising as well, but in a slower rhythm. They were such impatient creatures. Instead of ripping through her, he let one of his caressing hands travel further down, gently stroking the silky fur where her inner thigh started. He could feel the damp desire from her womanhood, but he was not about to give into that physical desire just yet, and so she would have to wait for it as well. The beast’s fingers elegantly avoided the female’s sensitive area, and instead pressed further down on her thigh, brushing up and down against the soft fur with his palm – a true contrast to the violent caresses of his clawed fingers connected to his other hand, still making their way south along her stomach.

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