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This particular woman could easily have come for him with teeth and claws, serving lined, red weeping punishment as he had dared to be so straight forward. But although the vicious fangs of the King Cobra were moist with their lethal poison and struck within the blink of an eye, human maidens in a distant and forgotten land had been known to find the chance to place a kiss atop the dangerous snake’s scaly head. The chance was high that she could turn on her possible lover without warning, and perhaps that was why he wanted to play her games. Perhaps he saw her as an impregnable castle that he wished to take. It was all fine with her, because it wouldn’t leave her empty handed either. They were all coached on by their own hidden agendas, good and bad.
His thicker fingers curled around her lighter, more slender wrist, and she was pleased to see caution in that action. Helotes had proven to her that he was willing to take a chance to sway her mind. But that one but one of few steps, and he would have to move further than that to be to have her spread her legs for him. But it wasn’t he that should have to do all the work. She made herself difficult because he was so open with his intentions. Perhaps she should have made more of a fight out of it, but whatever. The woman was too much thought when she wanted to be a wild creature of action. That was what everyone expected of her; that was what Helotes was expecting from her. She guessed it wouldn’t harm to grant him his wish, though it would be served the way she saw most fit at this moment.
It almost brought an audible snarl to her lip as she took her advice, bringing her body down against his without asking nicely as she would have expected. Her hands leaped to curl, perhaps a bit cruelly, against his pectoralis major. But there was no burning desire to push away now as he had brought her down. She had been this close to him while training, but the nature of the scene was quite different in mood. His masculine scent penetrated her senses, and his body was hot to the touch, burning her frame through his dark ashen fur. Ears quivered excitedly at his husky voice, and the bitch smiled, the sharp edges of her teeth partly visible against her parted lips. He didn’t want to be let go, but he would have to pay for being able to hold such a lovely frame as hers.
Palms brushed up and down the woman’s silky, yet muscular back, and an intrigued rumble returned to her slender throat. Her clawed hands moved in return, reaching up to slowly comb through his rich mane. Another bold move was delivered to her. His tongue took a taste of the sensitive area between curved chest and throat, and left delicious fire in its wake. What would her pigmy relative say if she had seen the look in Helotes eyes now? The thought excited her, as if this act that was about to be committed wasn’t allowed; forbidden. Halo didn’t know the specifics of Zana and Helotes’ relationship, but wouldn’t dream of removing her hands from him now, when he had made his cause so very clear to her. Even with her children sleeping by her side every night, her bed was cold and lonely. She seemed to intimidate or disgust those she decided could be worthy to get her greedy hands on, and had thought Helotes to be too much of a coward to come forth and demand his prize.
She stretched her neck , leaning against his muzzle with a temporary display of trust; for exposing one’s throat was no given action. She could feel his growing desire, and it fuelled her own, though she’d been ready to climb on top of him for quite a while now. But now the desire seemed irresistible now, though a few more moments would be restrained by the loosening reins of self-control. She straddled him, and only slightly leaned against her elbows to keep her upper frame tall enough to be able to maintain eye contact for just a little longer. The woman’s travelling claws moved to trace his jaws, prolonging their moment of immovable anticipation. Once they let go, she would ensure the moment of false tenderness would be banished forever. She wasn’t the type of woman to melt in his arms.
Perhaps she had expected Zana’s lingering scent to ruin the storm of her building desire, but it seemed to act as its own aphrodisiac. She didn’t like the initial thought of sharing, but loved the thought of stealing someone meaningful from another. ”Do it, seductive lips demanded, hushed and thick with wild hormones as she brushed her frame against his. ”Fuck me.” Simple and direct, and that was how she wanted it to be. Trapped air whistled in a rushed exhale, and her pulse danced with anticipated thrill in her deafened ears.
Your faith walks on broken glass
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