February 23, 2016, 03:19 PM
she felt the swell of him inside of her, forcing the bruised flesh to accommodate him, and nausea gripped her belly. steeling herself against his touch, the countess was silent, as he readjusted and panted above her. never would she grant ferahgo the satisfaction of knowing he had hurt her, taken that which she had never given him.
there was a question within her mind: why had he forced her, when she offered herself so willingly to him? the woman stared at the sands below her downturned muzzle, chest pressed unprettily to the cold grains. of course she knew the answer: the captain was a cruel and fickle beast who would rather agonize her for his own pleasure than admit to an interlude of mutual release, and she had displeased him with her arrogance.
their breathing entwined, the wolfess silently enduring her continued rapine. for the third time, she thanked whatever gods watched them that she had not begun her season yet. to be possessed by him was one thing alone, but to bear his young!
the sickness returned with a savagery she had not anticipated, and vomit filled her mouth. yet she remained stubborn, and swallowed the thick slime again. "nor do i," she rejoined with all the cold airiness she could muster. she had not chosen him after his rejection.
erzebet crossed her forelegs and waited for him to be done, removing herself from the scene; her mind travelled out over the brine.
there was a question within her mind: why had he forced her, when she offered herself so willingly to him? the woman stared at the sands below her downturned muzzle, chest pressed unprettily to the cold grains. of course she knew the answer: the captain was a cruel and fickle beast who would rather agonize her for his own pleasure than admit to an interlude of mutual release, and she had displeased him with her arrogance.
their breathing entwined, the wolfess silently enduring her continued rapine. for the third time, she thanked whatever gods watched them that she had not begun her season yet. to be possessed by him was one thing alone, but to bear his young!
the sickness returned with a savagery she had not anticipated, and vomit filled her mouth. yet she remained stubborn, and swallowed the thick slime again. "nor do i," she rejoined with all the cold airiness she could muster. she had not chosen him after his rejection.
erzebet crossed her forelegs and waited for him to be done, removing herself from the scene; her mind travelled out over the brine.
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run a shot across the bow - by Ferahgo - February 19, 2016, 03:19 PM
RE: run a shot across the bow - by Erzsébet - February 19, 2016, 07:48 PM
RE: run a shot across the bow - by Ferahgo - February 21, 2016, 01:16 PM
RE: run a shot across the bow - by Erzsébet - February 21, 2016, 02:10 PM
RE: run a shot across the bow - by Ferahgo - February 21, 2016, 08:00 PM
RE: run a shot across the bow - by Erzsébet - February 21, 2016, 09:56 PM
RE: run a shot across the bow - by Ferahgo - February 22, 2016, 03:16 PM
RE: run a shot across the bow - by Erzsébet - February 22, 2016, 09:01 PM
RE: run a shot across the bow - by Ferahgo - February 23, 2016, 02:59 PM
RE: run a shot across the bow - by Erzsébet - February 23, 2016, 03:19 PM
RE: run a shot across the bow - by Ferahgo - February 23, 2016, 03:46 PM
RE: run a shot across the bow - by Erzsébet - February 23, 2016, 04:53 PM