Thread: Animal (Verse and Zoophilian)

Those subtle movements he made left her speechless, They always had, The way without words he would command her to move one way or another, She had never really thought about it. She was indeed treated in the same light as one would a pet, With his fingers at her chin, Palm brushing at her throat to keep her upright, her back arched, Balancing carefully upon her tippy toes even in those heels. She savored that kiss no matter how perverted it may of been, With his tongue probing into her mouth, Idly she sucked on it. With her lips pursed refusing to let the moment pass till he pulled away finally leaving her idle, Standing on her toes for moments after, a faint blush lingering before she found her way to stand on her heels once more. Offering a lick of her lips, Tongue dancing against those plump cherry stained tiers. With him she forgot all of her worry's and thoughts of the outside world, Forgot of her sister and how she vanished or thoughts of what the girl might of went thru. She would almost giggle, An innocent school girl giggle as once she was pulled back, Lifted into his lap ever so slightly, With one arm coming to rest on his shoulder ever so slightly around his neck as his hand explored her thighs drawing ever closer to her naughty bits. She had shown no fear, No aversion to his art, His craft. Instead a piqued interest in the variety of creatures, chimaera and other things she had discovered in his house. From the prone skeletal setup of the Wolf near the entry way to the eerily placed heads that mounted his walls in one place or another. More than one occasion he toyed with her when they were in one carnal act or another, Letting her touch and hold one of those disembodied heads as if they were a piece of art. It was a twisted form of foreplay, On more than one occasion did she taste the fur, The mouth, Cut her lip even against one of their fangs. She smiled sweetly to him as he spoke, Mentioning that new form and keeping her off balance mentally the entire time, Stroking and toying with her hair, She would almost nuzzle against him, Moving into his hand, She to this point would be clueless to what he meant.. She would be his creation. Those deep emerald eyes would glance up at him, Biting lightly at her bottom lip, Tugging it as she nodded impishly at him. She would have no words, Not until he motioned to the shadows, To that bondage in animal form. Shining ever so slightly in the corner of the room. She could make out that muzzled mask, Heavy paws that looked to small. Her features would slowly start to flush. Somewhere in the deepest part of her mind she knew she should run.. She was to truly become a pet, His pet. Her eyes roamed the room the nagging thoughts of the 'domestic' animal works of art around his house ringing in her mind, Trophy's of something entirely different than what she had originally imagined. His words sinking in as her eyes grew wide for a brief moment before she smiled, Leaning against him, Her head against his chest, Nuzzling against his neck. She didn't care, The outside world was a cold and lonely place, Filled with worry and cruelty. Make me yours, I don't want to think.. I don't want to worry, I just want to be... yours She said in a soft whispered tone, Thighs pulling together closing around his hand for a brief moment. The way he touched her, spoke softly, It kept her at ease. Slowly she would sit up, Turning towards him as against he would bite at her bottom lip in thought, glancing at him again as if asking permission before she would slip slowly out of the chair and step away, Her hips would sway invitingly from side to side with every step around that desk, allowing her hand to trail along its edges before she stepped away entirely, Moving to kneel at the edge of the shadow cast by the nearby window, Looking at the bondage, It looked like an animal, Hallowed and rubbery, Her fingers stretched out, Touching its face, Its muzzle, Poking into its mouth at those rubbery faux fangs with a lingering smirk. Defenseless, Forced to rely on someone else for her every need no matter how basic. She never had to hesitate after comming this far. A smile lingered as she looked back at him, Brushing a stray strand of ginger from her face as she nodded I.. I think iam ready, Ready to be reborn.. I.. don't think I was meant to be a human