10-25-2018, 11:59 AM
Shiya
Everyone knows not to interrupt the knot of mating snakes.
Everyone knows better.
Everyone knows how dangerous that could be.
Shiya offers herself to him, crumbling in the face of her temptations and primal desires. She never realized how desperately she wanted this until he was navigating the length of her body, exploring each one of her curves with lust and hunger burning in his eyes. Slowly, her head turns to glance back at him with a venomous smile stretching across her lips. All yours, she doesn’t say, but her brows quirk daringly. Greed anchors them to each other and blots out the rest of the world, even for just a few minutes. But there is something more in Shiya, a greater feeling that has never before tainted her mind.
When she breathes him in – he is on her now, marking her, claiming her – she can still smell Leliana and the innocence of a child. He has a family that she wants to destroy. Knowing how long Vulgaris has latched onto her and loved her, Shiya uses it to her advantage.
He bites her, drawing blood and drowning his lips in it. A flinch is the only indication of her initial pain and shock, a hiss slipping like velvet from her tongue. Still, she doesn’t look back at him or pull away; she embraces the stinging of the punctures and pictures what beautiful monster will come of this. It will be beautiful because it’s theirs.
When he apologizes he is draping his head across her neck, his breath labored from the exertion. Smiling, Shiya looks back and nibbles on his shoulder while noting the blood trailing crookedly down her scales. ”Don’t apologize,” she whispers as though afraid anything louder would shatter the tenderness of this moment. ”All of this is meant to be,” it took her years to realize it, but now she seizes the opportunity with an iron fist and open heart. All of her attempts to be loved were crushed and destroyed and mirrored by defective children. Not this time. Slipping out from underneath him, she melts back into his side, her hips adjacent to his shoulder so that she may trail her own fangs down his spine to his croup. ”I hope you realize, Vulgaris, that I’m the only one that can love you the way you need to be,” a hum vibrates through her core as a poisonous snarl hides against his hip, ”No one can truly love monsters like us.”
Everyone knows better.
Everyone knows how dangerous that could be.
Shiya offers herself to him, crumbling in the face of her temptations and primal desires. She never realized how desperately she wanted this until he was navigating the length of her body, exploring each one of her curves with lust and hunger burning in his eyes. Slowly, her head turns to glance back at him with a venomous smile stretching across her lips. All yours, she doesn’t say, but her brows quirk daringly. Greed anchors them to each other and blots out the rest of the world, even for just a few minutes. But there is something more in Shiya, a greater feeling that has never before tainted her mind.
When she breathes him in – he is on her now, marking her, claiming her – she can still smell Leliana and the innocence of a child. He has a family that she wants to destroy. Knowing how long Vulgaris has latched onto her and loved her, Shiya uses it to her advantage.
He bites her, drawing blood and drowning his lips in it. A flinch is the only indication of her initial pain and shock, a hiss slipping like velvet from her tongue. Still, she doesn’t look back at him or pull away; she embraces the stinging of the punctures and pictures what beautiful monster will come of this. It will be beautiful because it’s theirs.
When he apologizes he is draping his head across her neck, his breath labored from the exertion. Smiling, Shiya looks back and nibbles on his shoulder while noting the blood trailing crookedly down her scales. ”Don’t apologize,” she whispers as though afraid anything louder would shatter the tenderness of this moment. ”All of this is meant to be,” it took her years to realize it, but now she seizes the opportunity with an iron fist and open heart. All of her attempts to be loved were crushed and destroyed and mirrored by defective children. Not this time. Slipping out from underneath him, she melts back into his side, her hips adjacent to his shoulder so that she may trail her own fangs down his spine to his croup. ”I hope you realize, Vulgaris, that I’m the only one that can love you the way you need to be,” a hum vibrates through her core as a poisonous snarl hides against his hip, ”No one can truly love monsters like us.”
For you, I'd give my last breath
@[vulgaris]