M - End of All Hope

Krystalle Horzana · 04-13-2011, 11:12 PM

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She dislodged him for a moment, but it was only seconds until she found the weight of his body between her thighs again. The re-entry was shadowed by his snapping jaws, coming too close to her cheek and drawing streaks of blood that welled up past her rather short fur. One white-tipped hand slammed into the side of his face in order to push it away; she'd fight back if she damn well pleased, and there was nothing he could do to stop it short of dismemberment.

Each second that passed between the two caused Krystalle's disgust to increase, while her desire to simply give in followed suit. Maybe it wasn't Mars, but it was Mars' body, and she'd been with him so many times in the past that it couldn't be wrong. Another brief exclamation of pleasure worked its way past cream lips before fading into a snarl of irritation. One athletic leg raised to kick at him again, only serving to shift her lower half into a more comfortable position for the act; her breath caught in her chest at the slip, fingers curling against the mattress quickly.

Why not just accept it, her mind crooned, like this 'Hurricane' said? Mars, Bartholomew, Hurricane. Physically, they were all the same man. In the end, she'd been with all three some way or another. It was already too late to stop him, and forfeiting her own satisfaction wasn't worthwhile at all. The shove to his shoulder grew fainter as her fighting faded into eager hands, fingers grasping the multicolored fur at his chest to draw his body closer. Pale pink eyes avoided his own gaze, focusing instead on his cheek or the ceiling; the eyes were all that shattered her illusion of Bartholomew.

"Te amo, Mars," she cooed softly, not caring if he was Mars or the King of England; without a fight, everything seemed as it should be.

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