07-20-2012, 03:45 AM
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Table by Sie!
| http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/jacquez.jpg); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:fixed; padding-bottom:323px; padding-left:15px; padding-right:15px; padding-top:10px;"> Uhh... think we need a Mature tag now. xD Oh, Jac... <3 Jacquez tipped back the bottle until the rum had all poured down his gullet, then he whipped the bottle into the street behind him, rewarded with the sound of shattered glass. The alcohol was sour on his breath, but the female who beckoned him over did not seem to notice or care, smiling in that insipid way that told him she would spread her legs for anyone. Perhaps she was in heat, or perhaps she was simply bored and wanted a way to pass the time. His black eyes swept over her, keenly studying this stranger. Her pale fur was soft and curly; some sort of poodle cross, then, or another fine-haired breed, he couldn't care less. What he was attracted to was the willingness in her languid eyes, the lines of experience in her curves -- she would worship him with her body, grant him the fleeting pleasure he was always seeking with reckless abandonment. Such was his hedonistic life in this city. Get drunk, get fucked, repeat. Nothing to think about, nothing to make him feel anything. He was the god of this place, stalking the streets endlessly until it made him forget everything he had left behind. He placed his hand roughly on her hip, pulling her closer, but she danced playfully from his reach, catching his wrist between both her hands. She crooned something vulgar to him as she stroked his scarred knuckles, some banal promise of what she could offer him. He didn't care what she said. Words meant nothing compared to actions. "Madame, tonight you are entertaining royalty," he growled, fangs gleaming in the dimming light as he grinned his wicked grin. " They ducked into the entrance of a collapsed theatre building, splintered rafters crossing the floor like bars to a cage. The back wall was concrete and still sturdy, and that was their grand destination. Stepping over the debris littering the floor, Jacquez snaked his white arm around her waist, eager to feel her touch as they crashed into the wall. She yipped in surprise, digging her claws into his back as his single hand strayed lower, gripping her rump. They were rough with each other, wild animals without the need for words. Some females preferred to be wooed with his honeyed phrases, the romantic French he could whisper in their ears while he pawed at their willing bodies. Others just wanted his sex, the virile energy he exuded as the monarch he styled himself to be. They should all consider themselves lucky, blessed to be chosen as his conquests. She was pressed into the corner with her back against the wall, and by the glazed look in her eyes, it was exciting her. Her little fingers traced down the scratches she had scored into his back, finding their way to his pelvis, sliding along the jutting bone to tickle his groin. He grunted, lowering his lean muzzle to her breasts, fangs scraping across her erect nipples as his tongue lapped at each in turn. He could feel her panting as her bosom heaved, no doubt swooning in delight from his every touch. He had that effect on the weaker gender, their small curvy bodies turned to quivering jelly beneath him. He grunted again, feeling her fingers curl around his cock, tugging and teasing as she rubbed herself against him. He did not like to kept waiting; her tricks might keep a common man entertained, but not a hotblooded king like himself. A deep growl rumbled in his throat as he swatted her hand aside, grinding his hips against her as he sank deep into her folds. He was dominant over her, this worthless whore who had all but thrown herself at him; he could hear her lusty cries echo in the deserted building, feel the heat grow between them with every furious thrust. There was a tightness in the muscles of his abdomen, a growing need that made him pound her faster. There was nothing kind about this; neither of them cared what the other was feeling, they were just chasing after their own arousal. It was easier that way, nothing to connect to, nothing to miss when they were done. Just sex, physical and emotionless sex. |