Inkheart
JUST LIKE FIRE, BURNING OUT THE WAY
IF I CAN LIGHT THE WORLD UP FOR
JUST ONE DAY WATCH THIS MADNESS
COLORFUL CHARADE NO ONE CAN
BE JUST LIKE ME ANYWAY
IF I CAN LIGHT THE WORLD UP FOR
JUST ONE DAY WATCH THIS MADNESS
COLORFUL CHARADE NO ONE CAN
BE JUST LIKE ME ANYWAY
She wasn't expecting any of this. She wasn't expecting ANY of this. And yet here they are in the middle of this swamp of all things. She has certainly had no qualms using sex as one of her skills to proselytize or to slay the demons in the world. It's a tool in her toolbox, that she keeps sharp and uses whenever she needs to. But this is different. His lids close and raise again, his eyes devouring her. He's maintained his cool so far, his words as soft and seductive, as sly as hers. The dance they're playing is obvious but.. not in a sickly sweet way. She's getting swept up in the sensations on her skin, in her breast. Has she gone so soft that she is susceptible to his charm, to the touch and temptation of a man? Or is there something about him that weakens and dismantles her walls?
His words are like a slow tease, and were she prone to giggling, she might have then. Share what he knows? Oh, there's no doubt in her mind EXACTLY what he would like to share with her. His velvet lips trace along her shadowed wing, and a shiver that starts in her belly spreads outward through her entire body. It isn't until he tugs on a feather that she realizes she's been holding her breath. His gaze returns to meet hers, but as if enchanted, her eyes have glazed over, barely registering what he says. She could cut the fun short - take his words at face value and ignore the innuendo. She could pretend that all they were discussing was the topography of Novus, the history there. But she can't bring herself to do it. She's been swept away by the surprise moment, and now that she's stuck right in the middle of it, she can't imagine resisting the whirlpool that is dragging her so far down.
"I'll show you mine, if you show me yours." Her voice is gravelly, barely above a whisper. And just like that, her offer is laid on the table, plain as day. Her thick, luscious tail lifts and her nares flare. There's nothing about worship in this, knowledge, power.... This is carnal lust, fallen out of the sky like a forlorn angel, ensaring every fiber of her being in its bestial rage. She doesn't want to admit it - but she needs this.
WC: 401 | Tag: @Morozko
That's it, I'm showing my hand. We need to pair these two up in a match and see if poor Ink gets preggo. If you're up for it, or if Morozko is! O:-)
