01-14-2017, 07:41 PM
Stillwater
Something in her laugh grated on him, made his skin prickle. It was too perfect. She appeared shy, but it conflicted with her easy approach initially. A game then. He knew games. Would it be a roleplay then? Handsome stranger, shy innocent. Real innocence was so much better, tasted better, but he could play. He needed it, a time to escape his troubles. He smiled easily, his eyes reflecting his piqued interest.
Her foot sank in with purpose, sending more ripples to him. They lapped at his skin as though prodding at a ward. He slowly turned around to watch her better, see her better. She gestured to those pretty wings, shyly laid the blame to them. He could rip them off, would that solve it? But then she wouldn't be so perfectly lovely, and he rather liked her this way. She was timid, but her words were bold. "..muscles rippling just fine from here." His lips parted in a silent chuckle, smile stretching.
Then it was there in his eyes, called to obey her. The hunger. The need. His breathing slowed, as it always would. Senses heightened. With deadly purpose he stalked slowly to her, murky, intense eyes locked onto hers. Watching her watch him, the cascade of water slipping down his sculpted body as he reached higher ground. Watch him come for her. He said nothing, because they no longer needed words. They played a game, they danced. They each knew it. She was made. He was too.
He reached her, took in all her beauty. Black velvet stroked her cheek gently, hesitantly, playing his part for this shy girl. His breath swept across her skin, quickening just the slightest. Nayl should allow him even this little bit of herself, but instead he had this perfection. A body he could touch.
He pushed it further, just a little. His lips trailed her jawline, breathed into her soft flesh. When he reached the start of the muscle in her neck, he slowly -so slowly- wrapped his mouth around it, gripped it. Claimed her. A pleased, hungry moan slid out of him. He liked it. She would like it to. She'd love this. He didn't bite down, didn't truly taste her. Didn't want to crave her when she was gone.
Stay with me.. he whispered his plea.
Her foot sank in with purpose, sending more ripples to him. They lapped at his skin as though prodding at a ward. He slowly turned around to watch her better, see her better. She gestured to those pretty wings, shyly laid the blame to them. He could rip them off, would that solve it? But then she wouldn't be so perfectly lovely, and he rather liked her this way. She was timid, but her words were bold. "..muscles rippling just fine from here." His lips parted in a silent chuckle, smile stretching.
Then it was there in his eyes, called to obey her. The hunger. The need. His breathing slowed, as it always would. Senses heightened. With deadly purpose he stalked slowly to her, murky, intense eyes locked onto hers. Watching her watch him, the cascade of water slipping down his sculpted body as he reached higher ground. Watch him come for her. He said nothing, because they no longer needed words. They played a game, they danced. They each knew it. She was made. He was too.
He reached her, took in all her beauty. Black velvet stroked her cheek gently, hesitantly, playing his part for this shy girl. His breath swept across her skin, quickening just the slightest. Nayl should allow him even this little bit of herself, but instead he had this perfection. A body he could touch.
He pushed it further, just a little. His lips trailed her jawline, breathed into her soft flesh. When he reached the start of the muscle in her neck, he slowly -so slowly- wrapped his mouth around it, gripped it. Claimed her. A pleased, hungry moan slid out of him. He liked it. She would like it to. She'd love this. He didn't bite down, didn't truly taste her. Didn't want to crave her when she was gone.
Stay with me.. he whispered his plea.
go down with me, fall with me, lets make it worth it