11-07-2018, 06:47 PM
Stillwater
She leaned into his every touch, reciprocating helplessly with her own caresses, her own kisses. For a moment, he wondered if his power had gotten stronger, or if she simply wanted a tryst so badly. It didn't change his opinion of her, unless his rising hunger counted for that. His breath came quicker and he thirsted so desperately. Damn, and his jaw ached.
He relented and finally let them glide into pointed teeth in his mouth, sharp enough to puncture flesh without too much sting. If he wanted.
Watching her touch him was driving him wild with a different madness. One he so rarely gave himself over to. Only twice now in the passed years. Ah right. Three times, then. It was what his prey craved but was time and again denied. It wasn't what he was ever here for. This was for the survival of a gluttonous beast, his mouth watering and eyes watching her with predatory precision. He only wished it wasn't so desirable to watch her, to enjoy her touch. Most often, he was the one giving, the one to worship their bodies before taking them under.
He'd been so drained lately, though.
His control slipped again.
With a flash of silver moonlight in his eyes, he lunged for her. His jaws clamped onto her throat with an airy hiss, and he drove them both beneath the surface. The hush of water surrounding them immediately eased something inside him, like he could finally breathe again. His sweet water drowned out the bustling noise of a quiet night. This was where he belonged.
He took her lower into the endless blackness of the sea, pinning her to his adhesive skin if she fought too hard, gave him too much trouble. He held her to him as he released her throat, sighing softly with a stream of bubbles rising. His lips brushed tenderly over the bite, still salivating for a taste of her. He hadn't let himself have the pleasure yet.
"Agnieska," he whispered, his voice deeper with his beast so near the surface. She felt so smooth under his lips, so soft. Flesh was so easy to sink into.
He couldn't decide if he'd rather drink her or drown her. Both were such pleasing options. Obviously, he would do both. But which would take her last breath, though? Hmm, these were the best choices to have. So much better than having to decide which residents of his kingdom would cause alarm should they suddenly go missing.
He should make her sing for him though.
He relented and finally let them glide into pointed teeth in his mouth, sharp enough to puncture flesh without too much sting. If he wanted.
Watching her touch him was driving him wild with a different madness. One he so rarely gave himself over to. Only twice now in the passed years. Ah right. Three times, then. It was what his prey craved but was time and again denied. It wasn't what he was ever here for. This was for the survival of a gluttonous beast, his mouth watering and eyes watching her with predatory precision. He only wished it wasn't so desirable to watch her, to enjoy her touch. Most often, he was the one giving, the one to worship their bodies before taking them under.
He'd been so drained lately, though.
His control slipped again.
With a flash of silver moonlight in his eyes, he lunged for her. His jaws clamped onto her throat with an airy hiss, and he drove them both beneath the surface. The hush of water surrounding them immediately eased something inside him, like he could finally breathe again. His sweet water drowned out the bustling noise of a quiet night. This was where he belonged.
He took her lower into the endless blackness of the sea, pinning her to his adhesive skin if she fought too hard, gave him too much trouble. He held her to him as he released her throat, sighing softly with a stream of bubbles rising. His lips brushed tenderly over the bite, still salivating for a taste of her. He hadn't let himself have the pleasure yet.
"Agnieska," he whispered, his voice deeper with his beast so near the surface. She felt so smooth under his lips, so soft. Flesh was so easy to sink into.
He couldn't decide if he'd rather drink her or drown her. Both were such pleasing options. Obviously, he would do both. But which would take her last breath, though? Hmm, these were the best choices to have. So much better than having to decide which residents of his kingdom would cause alarm should they suddenly go missing.
He should make her sing for him though.
go down with me, fall with me, lets make it worth it