12-01-2009, 05:42 AM
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| http://sleepyglow.net/rp/kae/kae_razor.jpg); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat;"> It was lovely to have this creature totally prone and at her very whim. Kaena knew if she wanted she could have torn the girl's throat out, splattered her blood about the cave—but what use was a dead servant? The hybrid had no desire to kill Viei, but there was the undeniable urge to hurt her, to make her bleed and watch the red leak from her body. The hybrid half-lidded her eye, her breath drawn in sharply, inhaling the sharp scent of the urine mingled with the almost rusty scent of blood, and the spicy tinge of the Vieira's fur itself. The hybrid licked her lips, drawing forward to again taste of the girl's bleeding cheek lightly, thought this time her tongue lingered far longer than the first time, drawing gently over the wound. Her fingers danced along the coyote's frame, rubbing along the coyote's inner thigh gently. The hybrid refrained from touching further, unwilling to taint herself with the other coyote's fluids. Such an act was similar to marking, and it could unbalance the power between them. Still, Kaena desired to touch her now, to reinforce the idea that Vieira belonged to Kaena just as any other possession. Her claws drew back into her hands, retracting as she pondered the idea of touching her, a positively wicked and enthralled look on the scarred matron's face. The hybrid's hand crept between the girl's legs, rubbing against the slight wetness that persisted there for just a moment before moving away once more. At once the hybrid was faintly disgusted and incredibly aroused; the younger canine was wonderfully warm there, and touching her sex without the girl's express permission, simply because Kaena had that permission without asking for it, without requesting it, was beyond exhilarating. The silver-furred canine used one of her other fingers of the hand holding the Quintus's head down to stroke the side of her muzzle, leaning forward. "Oh, I've been good to you, though," the hybrid asked, contradicting the girl's words once more, her other hand trembling as it hovered between her legs. |