12-10-2017, 07:09 PM
god make me pay
like the devil i am
like the devil i am
The familiar curl of her grip on his insides stirs within him, and his jaw clenches together in reaction to the pressure, the tightness. He breathes heavily through flared nostrils, dark eyes watching as hers fade from black to silver, roving her dirtied body that he created, that he had defiled. She has brought him into a whole new creation, a whole new predator, and though Maugrim has never relied on anyone or swore loyalty to any other, he finds himself waiting for her next command, ready and willing to execute whatever she asked of him.
She brings herself against him, still squeezing his organs with skilled perfection, rubbing her still-slick body against his own. The satisfaction he felt moments before begins to recede, and his heart begins to thrum anew within his chest, blood flowing freely as his pulse increases. It is her turn for her mouth to dance across his skin, sucking at his cold flesh with delicate lavender lips, tracing the curvature of his jawline and neck, her breath hot and moist on his skin. He shivers beneath her touch, the muscles coiling beneath his two-toned flesh, and he can feel his body readying himself again as he recognizes the stiffness beneath him.
Her sweet lips clamp down onto the thick muscle of his shoulder and the stallion hisses, baring his teeth. His mouth lingers above her skin, but he does not latch onto her - he’s had his turn, and if he wanted another, he would let her do as she wished in this moment. Slowly, his ivory lips cover his teeth as she continues with her sensual touches, a deep moan reverberating in his throat as the heat from where she bit him flames and pulsates, the thickness of his blood dripping down his shoulder and leg, the scent bringing him exactly where she wanted him to be - she teases him because she can, and because she wants something from him, and she knew exactly what to do to get him there.
Deathwish purrs at him and runs herself against him again, allowing him to inhale the delectable scent between her thighs.
She commands him to please her again, and he is more than happy to oblige.
She brings herself against him, still squeezing his organs with skilled perfection, rubbing her still-slick body against his own. The satisfaction he felt moments before begins to recede, and his heart begins to thrum anew within his chest, blood flowing freely as his pulse increases. It is her turn for her mouth to dance across his skin, sucking at his cold flesh with delicate lavender lips, tracing the curvature of his jawline and neck, her breath hot and moist on his skin. He shivers beneath her touch, the muscles coiling beneath his two-toned flesh, and he can feel his body readying himself again as he recognizes the stiffness beneath him.
Her sweet lips clamp down onto the thick muscle of his shoulder and the stallion hisses, baring his teeth. His mouth lingers above her skin, but he does not latch onto her - he’s had his turn, and if he wanted another, he would let her do as she wished in this moment. Slowly, his ivory lips cover his teeth as she continues with her sensual touches, a deep moan reverberating in his throat as the heat from where she bit him flames and pulsates, the thickness of his blood dripping down his shoulder and leg, the scent bringing him exactly where she wanted him to be - she teases him because she can, and because she wants something from him, and she knew exactly what to do to get him there.
Deathwish purrs at him and runs herself against him again, allowing him to inhale the delectable scent between her thighs.
She commands him to please her again, and he is more than happy to oblige.
m a u g r i m.
@[Deathwish]