01-08-2017, 09:50 PM
God, that was fun. My lovely little Lacey - who the fuck names a baby girl Wallace? Lacey suits her much better anyhow, especially now I’ve carved some sweet little designs into her mousy grey-brown coat. Prettied her up a bit, I did, and taught her a few tricks, made her scream, left her with a little present to remember me by. Mmm. It’s fun breaking in new toys.
She’d smelled like a couple of other guys, so I was surprised to find I was, in fact, breaking her in. But it was a delightful little surprise, innocence hidden underneath all that attitude and bravado. Sweet, sweet innocence, but it was long gone now. Now my lovely little Lacey knew loads and loads about blood and sex and losing control. Her lips knew my name like I knew the taste of her, but even the best toys get old sooner or later.
I got bored, wandered off, and didn’t bother going back. Had better things to do, didn’t I? New faces to see, new skin to slice open and paint with blood, new holes to stick it in when the season came ‘round again. Or just for the hell of it, heat or no heat. Whatever, anyhow, bored. Walked away. Had myself a bit of a wander through the forest, my good ol’ stomping grounds, and I stumbled across someone fascinating. Oh, not literally stumbled, no, never that. I may be made of iron, but I am fucking grace incarnate. Or at least, you know, not tripping all over myself and sexy men smelling all too fine and just a touch familiar.
I leered, there’s really no other word for it. Slinked right over, got all up in this business, half a step from burying my face in that gorgeous black mane and dragging in a nice long sniff. “Ohhh I know you,” I purred, catching those pretty eyes of his and grinning. Brown with a hint of gold, so lovely. “I borrowed a toy of yours. Didn’t know she was brand new, sorry about that, friend. Taught her a few tricks, though, and I’m well and done with her now. You can have her back. I left her...eh, somewhere back there,” I nodded back the way I came. “Listen, man, I know how much of a bummer it must be to have somebody break her in before you could get to her. I’d be happy to stand in,” I looked him up and down, licked my lips a little. “Mm. Definitely. And if you’re not into that, well, I’ve got one other thing I can do for you too.”
Because the magic that sexy wench of a fairy had hit me with still sang in my blood, begging to be used. And I’d been too busy using dear Lacey to get to that, hadn’t I? So I reached out and, if he let me, pressed my lips to the hard line of his shoulder, letting the magic flow through the touch. Waking the dragon, so to speak.
No, I actually did mean that one literally.
Well hell, I mean, if it stirred his blood in other ways, I’d definitely be game, as offered. He didn’t strike me as the type to take me up on it, but I wouldn’t hold a grudge or get my feelings hurt over that. Some just don’t swing that way, yeah? This hot piece of ass isn’t for everyone.
Ah well.
She’d smelled like a couple of other guys, so I was surprised to find I was, in fact, breaking her in. But it was a delightful little surprise, innocence hidden underneath all that attitude and bravado. Sweet, sweet innocence, but it was long gone now. Now my lovely little Lacey knew loads and loads about blood and sex and losing control. Her lips knew my name like I knew the taste of her, but even the best toys get old sooner or later.
I got bored, wandered off, and didn’t bother going back. Had better things to do, didn’t I? New faces to see, new skin to slice open and paint with blood, new holes to stick it in when the season came ‘round again. Or just for the hell of it, heat or no heat. Whatever, anyhow, bored. Walked away. Had myself a bit of a wander through the forest, my good ol’ stomping grounds, and I stumbled across someone fascinating. Oh, not literally stumbled, no, never that. I may be made of iron, but I am fucking grace incarnate. Or at least, you know, not tripping all over myself and sexy men smelling all too fine and just a touch familiar.
I leered, there’s really no other word for it. Slinked right over, got all up in this business, half a step from burying my face in that gorgeous black mane and dragging in a nice long sniff. “Ohhh I know you,” I purred, catching those pretty eyes of his and grinning. Brown with a hint of gold, so lovely. “I borrowed a toy of yours. Didn’t know she was brand new, sorry about that, friend. Taught her a few tricks, though, and I’m well and done with her now. You can have her back. I left her...eh, somewhere back there,” I nodded back the way I came. “Listen, man, I know how much of a bummer it must be to have somebody break her in before you could get to her. I’d be happy to stand in,” I looked him up and down, licked my lips a little. “Mm. Definitely. And if you’re not into that, well, I’ve got one other thing I can do for you too.”
Because the magic that sexy wench of a fairy had hit me with still sang in my blood, begging to be used. And I’d been too busy using dear Lacey to get to that, hadn’t I? So I reached out and, if he let me, pressed my lips to the hard line of his shoulder, letting the magic flow through the touch. Waking the dragon, so to speak.
No, I actually did mean that one literally.
Well hell, I mean, if it stirred his blood in other ways, I’d definitely be game, as offered. He didn’t strike me as the type to take me up on it, but I wouldn’t hold a grudge or get my feelings hurt over that. Some just don’t swing that way, yeah? This hot piece of ass isn’t for everyone.
Ah well.
@[Sabrael]