05-02-2020, 08:21 PM
i will be brutal
There has always been a strange sort of duality within him – a quiet war waging between his two selves. On the one hand, he sees a woman like Ryatah and he wonders what it would be like to love her. He can imagine sun-bathing beside her on a too hot summer day and then wading out into a clear lake somewhere. He could treat her so gentle and kiss her just right, the way someone ought to be treated. But on the other hand, he wants to see the light go out in her eyes and hear what sounds she might make on the way out.
Both halves twist and coil around one another as he watches her now. Her blood paints his tongue just the way he likes and yet her skin is so soft that he could kiss it forever. The choice lies in front of him just as she does – it does not run or scamper or hide. When she leans into him, his lips part to take her by the throat but he pauses to hear her speak. It is never the hunt itself that sates the hunger burning in his gut. He laughs, and he doesn’t mean to, but it comes out all the same.
Alays had never run, either. The thought sours his mood and the two halves of him begin to devour one another. Her memory always comes like a phantom in the corner of his vision. “The greatest ones never do,” he whispers softly. They had each kissed his face and told him he was beautiful. They always fed both halves and somehow left him even more ravenous than before. It is never the chase or the kill or the taking that drives him but the way his prey manages to turn on him somehow. All the beautiful ones show him rock bottom and then throw him a shovel.
When she presses into his bite, he can’t help the way he sinks his teeth in further. Her blood pools into his mouth and it still doesn’t feel like enough. Larva pulls back and swallows but there’s so much that it streaks brightly down his chin.
He steps back and then he gives in just like he always does. His body slides on top of hers and he holds her tight like maybe he could love her. He slides inside of her and kisses her spine so gently. It must come as such a surprise, then, when he isn’t so delicate the second time. Larva bites into her wing to give himself leverage as each thrust becomes rougher. He grows less concerned with her and almost entirely about himself. The only fragment of control he retains for Ryatah’s sake is not flooding her veins with venom, though he considers it.
A thin layer of sweat develops over him and his breathing grows labored. His growling turns to filthy moaning and he shudders as his body collides into hers one more time. His eyes are closed tightly for a few seconds longer before he finally releases the battered base of her wing. Larva slides off of her and his scales recede beneath his skin, leaving only familiar scars in their place and a trail of her blood all down his chest.
“We’ll find someone to love you just so I can take it all away,” he finally says with a shrug, laughing freely at the idea.
Both halves twist and coil around one another as he watches her now. Her blood paints his tongue just the way he likes and yet her skin is so soft that he could kiss it forever. The choice lies in front of him just as she does – it does not run or scamper or hide. When she leans into him, his lips part to take her by the throat but he pauses to hear her speak. It is never the hunt itself that sates the hunger burning in his gut. He laughs, and he doesn’t mean to, but it comes out all the same.
Alays had never run, either. The thought sours his mood and the two halves of him begin to devour one another. Her memory always comes like a phantom in the corner of his vision. “The greatest ones never do,” he whispers softly. They had each kissed his face and told him he was beautiful. They always fed both halves and somehow left him even more ravenous than before. It is never the chase or the kill or the taking that drives him but the way his prey manages to turn on him somehow. All the beautiful ones show him rock bottom and then throw him a shovel.
When she presses into his bite, he can’t help the way he sinks his teeth in further. Her blood pools into his mouth and it still doesn’t feel like enough. Larva pulls back and swallows but there’s so much that it streaks brightly down his chin.
He steps back and then he gives in just like he always does. His body slides on top of hers and he holds her tight like maybe he could love her. He slides inside of her and kisses her spine so gently. It must come as such a surprise, then, when he isn’t so delicate the second time. Larva bites into her wing to give himself leverage as each thrust becomes rougher. He grows less concerned with her and almost entirely about himself. The only fragment of control he retains for Ryatah’s sake is not flooding her veins with venom, though he considers it.
A thin layer of sweat develops over him and his breathing grows labored. His growling turns to filthy moaning and he shudders as his body collides into hers one more time. His eyes are closed tightly for a few seconds longer before he finally releases the battered base of her wing. Larva slides off of her and his scales recede beneath his skin, leaving only familiar scars in their place and a trail of her blood all down his chest.
“We’ll find someone to love you just so I can take it all away,” he finally says with a shrug, laughing freely at the idea.