Firestone Hot Springs That’s a fundamental mistake

The heat in her eyes did not lessen as his gaze traveled over her frame, instead it seemed to flare with more interest as she watched his movements. The bait was place the moment she revealed herself to be more than a simple mirage, the trap sprung the moment his stature showed the slightest of tremors.

Her prey moved closer and she remained rooted to her location as soaking paws finally reached the edge of the steaming pool. Her own eyes roaming leisurely over the way his muscles rippled beneath his soddened fur, a few words came to mind in a language most would concider dead but they were perfect for a spell she could weave. Ah, yes. There was potential here, how much fun this would be.

She took his silence as acceptance and allowed her tail to give a slow and lazy wag back and forth along her hips, curious to see if those eyes of brimstone would follow the movement. The false angel tilted her head slightly, as if in a question neither may know the answer to. Like a dance she moved closer, her nostrils flaring as his own scent came into place over the sulfur and musk of the springs that surrounded them. The answer to his unspoken question would be answered soon, was she real? Half the time she did not even know, sometimes she felt as if this world was nothing but the figment imaginations of her not quite sane mind.

Again she tilted her head as she drank in his features, dipping her head only slightly so that she might trail her nose along his neck in a gentle carress. If he did not stop her she would press into him, a soft hum coming from her lips once more. What was she singing? As if she would tell you.