12-29-2017, 07:55 PM
Deathwish
im a DIY pioneer, they tryna get involved
I've come for you.
And indeed, she did shiver. His well-placed kisses on her body turn her inside out, and he speaks of bigger prey, and her muscles tighten at the idea of having new things to play with. New things to torture. New things to Kill. Her dead thing is forgotten for the moment - the little red bird placed back in her treasure trove of things. For now, her attention is turned very much to the living - wondering what it would be like to play in his arena. Wondering how far he would drag her down before she would be able to collapse his lungs and make him beg to return them to the surface. To take control of his other mistress - to make him love and serve only her, the way she worships him with her body.
The lazy way the waves lap at the beach in this part of the island remind her of the way Maugrim turns his tongue to her body, but indeed, he is more than that. He is the violent storm that turns the tides and brings up death from the cavernous bottom of the seas. She knows she is his - She bears his mark.
He bears hers.
They are an odd, angry pair, riddled with death and dismemberment, need for darkness. Need for each other. So when Deathwish turns to him, she angrily bears her teeth, reaching out to bite him. But she is unsuccessful as he dodges behind her, his plan in place.
His woman in place.
"Let's play then. Do your worst."
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