01-10-2021, 11:03 AM
Molech
She does not flinch from his closeness or the darkness that has settled over his features. She is a curious thing to him - a creature nearly vibrating with excitement, so unlike the other pieces of treasures that he’s collected. Her appearance fits the part most perfectly - beautiful, lovely, enchanting. The way she responds to him, however, is far beyond what he’s experienced. She’s captivated, it seems, by the terrible shadows that quake inside him; attracted to that darkness that breeds out of his need for adoration, for physical touch, to be in control.
Unlike the others, she seems to know his intentions - all of them - and still remains, not needing to be preened and encouraged.
It is delicious.
She gives in to him in a whirlwind of emotions, placing herself against him in heated and desperate breaths. Behind her head he finds that dark grin spreading across the gold and white of his mouth, pleased.
“Never,” he replies with a finality in his voice, resounding and commanding. He inhales her scent deeply then, nostrils fluttering. As long as you do not give me a reason to, little shadow. The thought he presses into her mind is nearly violent, shaking with the threat. But his actions do not match that dark thought as his lips smooth the beautiful ombre of her mane tenderly and lovingly. He is already so attached to her.
Molech grins into her mane, enthralled with the unusual and beautiful color of it. She is perfect.
“And you never will,” he echoes her thoughtfully, pausing. Quietly, low and dark into the obsidian skin of her warm neck, he adds: “remember that.”
Unlike the others, she seems to know his intentions - all of them - and still remains, not needing to be preened and encouraged.
It is delicious.
She gives in to him in a whirlwind of emotions, placing herself against him in heated and desperate breaths. Behind her head he finds that dark grin spreading across the gold and white of his mouth, pleased.
“Never,” he replies with a finality in his voice, resounding and commanding. He inhales her scent deeply then, nostrils fluttering. As long as you do not give me a reason to, little shadow. The thought he presses into her mind is nearly violent, shaking with the threat. But his actions do not match that dark thought as his lips smooth the beautiful ombre of her mane tenderly and lovingly. He is already so attached to her.
Molech grins into her mane, enthralled with the unusual and beautiful color of it. She is perfect.
“And you never will,” he echoes her thoughtfully, pausing. Quietly, low and dark into the obsidian skin of her warm neck, he adds: “remember that.”
YOUR PRECIOUS LIGHT IS FADING
@[rosemary]
THATS FINE cause he wants to keep her forever