10-21-2018, 05:50 PM
Stillwater
She was so pliant, so ready for him to tease loose the knots in her, the tangles in her mind. Just for a while, at least.
He never took his eyes off her, watching steadily as she watched him back. Every little inch of her was attractive in this strange, soul-calling way. A gravity he couldn't quite put his finger on. And every moment he remained in the water as she remained on the shore was slowly teasing at him too, bringing an impatient rise in the creature he was beneath this beautiful mask. He ached to growl at her, demand she join him. Now.
And that wasn't his usual way.
His coaxing, sickeningly sweet way that always drew them in.
There was something about her that ate at him, dug claws into him from the inside and scraped. That single step she took shot a jolt of electricity through him, because somehow he knew it wasn't true. It was too soft. She was too powerful, or had been once. Still was? There was something about her. Maybe it was the gleam in her eye, or something deep and intuitive that he didn't care to think on.
Then everything was better. He growled in pleasure as she rushed forward to meet him, brushing waves out of her path and nearly colliding with him. He curled his neck over her as she tucked herself against him, shielding her with his body from another wave pressing in on them as he brushed the side of his muzzle over her bare neck.
The sea froth flowed away to shore, and her lips touched over skin he hadn't realized had gone smooth and hairless. He ignored that he hadn't done it intentionally, returning the touch with kisses of his own, drawing them over her shoulder. His jaws ached, craved to turn flat teeth into needle-sharp fangs to sink into her skin, tug on her blood and taste her. Inject her with the pleasure so she would remain there and pliant for him, accepting of her slow death.
His eyes brightened with hunger, half-lidded as he pinched her skin with a soft groan then released. He wondered if she realized the danger she was in. With slow movements, he gradually led her in deeper, leaving teasing kisses over her neck to encourage her to follow. She was already his, he could already have her. There was no escape now. Deeper would be nice though, would be fun. For him.
"Is it your nature to attract trouble?" he asked in a soft murmur, smiling against her skin and leaving a sharp nip on her shoulder. She had trouble before. She was in trouble now.
He never took his eyes off her, watching steadily as she watched him back. Every little inch of her was attractive in this strange, soul-calling way. A gravity he couldn't quite put his finger on. And every moment he remained in the water as she remained on the shore was slowly teasing at him too, bringing an impatient rise in the creature he was beneath this beautiful mask. He ached to growl at her, demand she join him. Now.
And that wasn't his usual way.
His coaxing, sickeningly sweet way that always drew them in.
There was something about her that ate at him, dug claws into him from the inside and scraped. That single step she took shot a jolt of electricity through him, because somehow he knew it wasn't true. It was too soft. She was too powerful, or had been once. Still was? There was something about her. Maybe it was the gleam in her eye, or something deep and intuitive that he didn't care to think on.
Then everything was better. He growled in pleasure as she rushed forward to meet him, brushing waves out of her path and nearly colliding with him. He curled his neck over her as she tucked herself against him, shielding her with his body from another wave pressing in on them as he brushed the side of his muzzle over her bare neck.
The sea froth flowed away to shore, and her lips touched over skin he hadn't realized had gone smooth and hairless. He ignored that he hadn't done it intentionally, returning the touch with kisses of his own, drawing them over her shoulder. His jaws ached, craved to turn flat teeth into needle-sharp fangs to sink into her skin, tug on her blood and taste her. Inject her with the pleasure so she would remain there and pliant for him, accepting of her slow death.
His eyes brightened with hunger, half-lidded as he pinched her skin with a soft groan then released. He wondered if she realized the danger she was in. With slow movements, he gradually led her in deeper, leaving teasing kisses over her neck to encourage her to follow. She was already his, he could already have her. There was no escape now. Deeper would be nice though, would be fun. For him.
"Is it your nature to attract trouble?" he asked in a soft murmur, smiling against her skin and leaving a sharp nip on her shoulder. She had trouble before. She was in trouble now.
go down with me, fall with me, lets make it worth it