[Its a thought that flits in - perhaps an odd one, as he's not especially in some obvious state of vulnerability what with her underneath him, but it feels more apparent than ever. She had that E.G.O, that fairy, that made her wanting and hungry. A part of him, almost a little eager for self-destruction, would have laid himself down for her. He doesn't know why he thinks it now, but the way she gasps and sighs and pulls him further in makes him shudder.]
[He called her a wolf in sheep's clothing. She can consume what she wants, he thinks, delirious. He's not drunk, but his head is swimming, heart beating so desperately in his chest. More, more, more.]
[He detaches for a brief moment, already missing her, so that he can hurridedly pull his pants and underwear off and take his place once again against her. One hand strokes to her hip, her thigh, to pull it snug against him. Even here, the soft skin brushes against the snarl of scarred skin.]
[Vergilius again kisses her, hungry too. He shifts his hips against her, the heavy heat of his arousal brushing against her to make him let out a little wanton groan. His eyes are vibrant, terrifying, but warm all the same as he whispers against the lips he's worrying.]
me closing my eyes. i See
[She could eat him whole.]
[Its a thought that flits in - perhaps an odd one, as he's not especially in some obvious state of vulnerability what with her underneath him, but it feels more apparent than ever. She had that E.G.O, that fairy, that made her wanting and hungry. A part of him, almost a little eager for self-destruction, would have laid himself down for her. He doesn't know why he thinks it now, but the way she gasps and sighs and pulls him further in makes him shudder.]
[He called her a wolf in sheep's clothing. She can consume what she wants, he thinks, delirious. He's not drunk, but his head is swimming, heart beating so desperately in his chest. More, more, more.]
[He detaches for a brief moment, already missing her, so that he can hurridedly pull his pants and underwear off and take his place once again against her. One hand strokes to her hip, her thigh, to pull it snug against him. Even here, the soft skin brushes against the snarl of scarred skin.]
[Vergilius again kisses her, hungry too. He shifts his hips against her, the heavy heat of his arousal brushing against her to make him let out a little wanton groan. His eyes are vibrant, terrifying, but warm all the same as he whispers against the lips he's worrying.]
Ready? Malkuth.