04-18-2018, 08:29 AM
She is intoxicating.
The taste of her blood lingers on his lips as she walks away, the crimson plasma dripping from her wounds and onto the gold of her pelt. The laughing lady had sung back to him, and it drove him wild - how was she to know the deep recesses of his toxic mind? “They all float darling,” He murmurs to her, desire flooding his senses as she digs a stray tree limb into the gaping wounds. She comes back to him now, her eyes continuing that longing scream. He pushes himself against her chest, whispering in her ear. “And when I’m done with you...you’ll float too.”
Impulse takes over now. His yearnings are clear - he will take her body, her flesh, and her fucking heart. There is no self control here in his Sylva, no need to. He would have what he wanted, and what he wanted was her.
He moves down the length of her perfectly curved bodice, kissing down the length of her rump. He stops at her tender parts, and decides he will give her one last taste of arousal before he rips the heart from her chest. His tongue traces the area, he tastes the sweetness inside. He licks and sucks and bites, getting her closer and closer to her own climax. “Scream my name, laughing lady.” He demands, continuing to explore the intricacy of her parts.
When she finishes, no moment of hesitation stops him as he attacks his prey, climbing atop her back. He inserts himself into her, thrusting hard and fast. He pulls at the thick black mane on her head, causing it to tilt backwards. He chomps at her withers, sucks at her back like a starving leech. He will give her pleasure and pain and everything in between. Sweat trickles down the black of his hide, as he works for the best feeling possible. This is what she wanted, no? This is what she asked for, and he does not make love.
The climax is ecstasy, and the resounding groan is proof of that fact. He gives one last hard thrust before he dismounts. It was time now.
He slinks forward like an animal stalking their prey. Ice eyes grow small and catlike as he focuses on the mare. Instinctively, his teeth bare. For the last time, he is pushing her forcefully into the park of the tree. She’s losing blood fast, as her wound is open wide for him to see. The muscle and tissue tremble as he inhales the scent of her pain. He plunges his face in, ripping at the flesh until he gets to his prize - her heart.
He does not detach it so soon. He pulls back, elongating the ventricles that keep her beating muscle in its place. It pulsates quickly, and he looks into her eyes wickedly. Tasty, tasty, beautiful fear. One by one, he pulls it from each vein, blood splattering onto his face and neck. When he stops at the last one, he looks deep into the depths of her soul, icy eyes crazed.
“Beep beep, Jackel. Time to float!” He laughs, finally ripping her heart from her chest, holding it in his mouth for her to see before she inevitably passes out.
@[Jackel] sorry for the novel. Hope it’s cool with you! You can reply and then we’ll start something new.
The taste of her blood lingers on his lips as she walks away, the crimson plasma dripping from her wounds and onto the gold of her pelt. The laughing lady had sung back to him, and it drove him wild - how was she to know the deep recesses of his toxic mind? “They all float darling,” He murmurs to her, desire flooding his senses as she digs a stray tree limb into the gaping wounds. She comes back to him now, her eyes continuing that longing scream. He pushes himself against her chest, whispering in her ear. “And when I’m done with you...you’ll float too.”
Impulse takes over now. His yearnings are clear - he will take her body, her flesh, and her fucking heart. There is no self control here in his Sylva, no need to. He would have what he wanted, and what he wanted was her.
He moves down the length of her perfectly curved bodice, kissing down the length of her rump. He stops at her tender parts, and decides he will give her one last taste of arousal before he rips the heart from her chest. His tongue traces the area, he tastes the sweetness inside. He licks and sucks and bites, getting her closer and closer to her own climax. “Scream my name, laughing lady.” He demands, continuing to explore the intricacy of her parts.
When she finishes, no moment of hesitation stops him as he attacks his prey, climbing atop her back. He inserts himself into her, thrusting hard and fast. He pulls at the thick black mane on her head, causing it to tilt backwards. He chomps at her withers, sucks at her back like a starving leech. He will give her pleasure and pain and everything in between. Sweat trickles down the black of his hide, as he works for the best feeling possible. This is what she wanted, no? This is what she asked for, and he does not make love.
The climax is ecstasy, and the resounding groan is proof of that fact. He gives one last hard thrust before he dismounts. It was time now.
He slinks forward like an animal stalking their prey. Ice eyes grow small and catlike as he focuses on the mare. Instinctively, his teeth bare. For the last time, he is pushing her forcefully into the park of the tree. She’s losing blood fast, as her wound is open wide for him to see. The muscle and tissue tremble as he inhales the scent of her pain. He plunges his face in, ripping at the flesh until he gets to his prize - her heart.
He does not detach it so soon. He pulls back, elongating the ventricles that keep her beating muscle in its place. It pulsates quickly, and he looks into her eyes wickedly. Tasty, tasty, beautiful fear. One by one, he pulls it from each vein, blood splattering onto his face and neck. When he stops at the last one, he looks deep into the depths of her soul, icy eyes crazed.
“Beep beep, Jackel. Time to float!” He laughs, finally ripping her heart from her chest, holding it in his mouth for her to see before she inevitably passes out.
@[Jackel] sorry for the novel. Hope it’s cool with you! You can reply and then we’ll start something new.
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