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Jealous but not angry, not at Her.
A sigh leaves his parted lavender maw, ecstasy as she wove around him, curling like a kitten against a pole. She traced her lips against his neck, and he moved to mount her but before he reared, the quiet broke. A soft, sing-song voice called to him and then spoke of wholeness and for a moment his hunger for flesh was forgotten. Few thing could call his attention away but he knew that trance-like voice anywhere.
<b> “Potion,”</b> he hissed but it was not laden with venom, it was playful and excited, demanding she come out. When she broke the trees, he pecked her cheek, stepping aside quickly so the two women might have their special welcome. The mention of Kirke brought his ears swiveling forward and a light to his silver eyes. Kirke was always a good girl, he’d never forget the delicious way she and her sibling had disposed of her mother for him. Good, sweet, child.
<b> “Good,”</b> he crooned,<b> “bring them to me.”</b></div><div class="kirifooter">small world all her friends know me</div></div></div><div class="kiricredit">HTML by Call</div></center>
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A sigh leaves his parted lavender maw, ecstasy as she wove around him, curling like a kitten against a pole. She traced her lips against his neck, and he moved to mount her but before he reared, the quiet broke. A soft, sing-song voice called to him and then spoke of wholeness and for a moment his hunger for flesh was forgotten. Few thing could call his attention away but he knew that trance-like voice anywhere.
<b> “Potion,”</b> he hissed but it was not laden with venom, it was playful and excited, demanding she come out. When she broke the trees, he pecked her cheek, stepping aside quickly so the two women might have their special welcome. The mention of Kirke brought his ears swiveling forward and a light to his silver eyes. Kirke was always a good girl, he’d never forget the delicious way she and her sibling had disposed of her mother for him. Good, sweet, child.
<b> “Good,”</b> he crooned,<b> “bring them to me.”</b></div><div class="kirifooter">small world all her friends know me</div></div></div><div class="kiricredit">HTML by Call</div></center>