01-14-2017, 11:17 PM
Stillwater
They were both seething. Or he had been. Now he was too consumed in holding control. Don't think. Don't listen to her. Just wait until she leaves. Make her leave. But nothing, no one could make Nayl do anything she didn't want to. He loved it. No, he hated it. He hated her. She needed to leave.
Why didn't she want to?
Focus.
Her words were lost in his struggle, only her tone pierced him. Furious. Low, edgy. So sharp. Hurting? Why wasn't she leaving. Why did she demand to stay. Was it only misplaced stubborness? Was it something more? Was that a spark of hope? No.
No.
Keep your head down. Don't look at her.
Just taste her. Only a little.
What was he becoming? Jekyll and Hyde. Madness. She was doing this to him. Make her stop. His whole body ached, standing so tense, quaking in his efforts. Water dripped down him, a taste of home. Stroking. His mind fractured, a tug of war between the man and his nature. He was growing fatigued from it. What would happen to her if he just let go?
She would taste wonderful. You would love it.
Another tear joined the water on his cheek, his jaw ached, keeping his head down. Shielding her from his war as best he could. Why the hell did he care? Just take her. No!
Nayl.. A plea, almost a whimper. Please just go.
His heart hurt. How does a heart hurt? Just an organ, buried deep. Nothing could puncture it. Not from the inside. But the pain was there.
His teeth were bared, clenched painfully tight. A snarl, but fear in his shuttered eyes. Fear for her. No, just take her. She wants you to. Look she won't leave until you do. And then he made a mistake. Fatal mistake.
He looked at her.
Go to her. Touch her. Make her melt for you. Then make her scream. She'll love it. You want her happy, don't you? It will make her happy. She wants it. You want it too. You want her.
A strained whine stretched from his throat. His eyes flickered; hunger, lust, fear, sadness, regret, glee. Control this! What was it about her that unhinged him? It doesn't matter, just give her what she wants. You want it too. He didn't need the reminder, he knew damn well he wanted it. To taste her, devour her.
He straightened slowly, his grip was slipping. So tired. Yes, sleep. He turned smoothly, faced her. Stared her down blankly, smiled for her. A tear called him a liar. Just sleep. Nayl.. His tongue lined his teeth, hating their smoothness. Sharp was much better. I'm sorry. The predator chuckled, sickly sweet.
You don't want to leave me? Come here, then.
Why didn't she want to?
Focus.
Her words were lost in his struggle, only her tone pierced him. Furious. Low, edgy. So sharp. Hurting? Why wasn't she leaving. Why did she demand to stay. Was it only misplaced stubborness? Was it something more? Was that a spark of hope? No.
No.
Keep your head down. Don't look at her.
Just taste her. Only a little.
What was he becoming? Jekyll and Hyde. Madness. She was doing this to him. Make her stop. His whole body ached, standing so tense, quaking in his efforts. Water dripped down him, a taste of home. Stroking. His mind fractured, a tug of war between the man and his nature. He was growing fatigued from it. What would happen to her if he just let go?
She would taste wonderful. You would love it.
Another tear joined the water on his cheek, his jaw ached, keeping his head down. Shielding her from his war as best he could. Why the hell did he care? Just take her. No!
Nayl.. A plea, almost a whimper. Please just go.
His heart hurt. How does a heart hurt? Just an organ, buried deep. Nothing could puncture it. Not from the inside. But the pain was there.
His teeth were bared, clenched painfully tight. A snarl, but fear in his shuttered eyes. Fear for her. No, just take her. She wants you to. Look she won't leave until you do. And then he made a mistake. Fatal mistake.
He looked at her.
Go to her. Touch her. Make her melt for you. Then make her scream. She'll love it. You want her happy, don't you? It will make her happy. She wants it. You want it too. You want her.
A strained whine stretched from his throat. His eyes flickered; hunger, lust, fear, sadness, regret, glee. Control this! What was it about her that unhinged him? It doesn't matter, just give her what she wants. You want it too. He didn't need the reminder, he knew damn well he wanted it. To taste her, devour her.
He straightened slowly, his grip was slipping. So tired. Yes, sleep. He turned smoothly, faced her. Stared her down blankly, smiled for her. A tear called him a liar. Just sleep. Nayl.. His tongue lined his teeth, hating their smoothness. Sharp was much better. I'm sorry. The predator chuckled, sickly sweet.
You don't want to leave me? Come here, then.
go down with me, fall with me, lets make it worth it