Thread: Animal (Verse and Zoophilian)

The kiss had been sweet. Part of the allure of her submission was also her affection. As her master he couldn't always reply in kind, but today was celebratory in part, so Edmond leaned down, one hand lifting her chin while its fingers dug into her cheeks to part her lips further. His remaining hand freed his face of his glasses, placed them close to where her purse had landed. His fire orbs would be released for her viewing now. Hellfire, back-lit blood, passion - their color had been called all those things by earlier victims. He lifted her by her chin, palm pressing at the top of her throat to give incentive that she stay on her toes, that he didn't have to lower his head as much. Good. His lips to hers, without affection pecks, tongue sliding out, valved with a pool of saliva for her. It wasn't a kiss, really, it was a delivery that concluded with his tongue grating at her teeth, as if saying good bye to their current form. Then he retraced and let go of her, leaving her to stand back down on her heels, if she chose to. Once he had contacted her, enough time after her sister's disappearance not to be too suspicious but close enough in time to the event that she would still consider him a savior, her mind had been very susceptible to the things he'd presented. Every latch of the plan had closed favorably. There had been a lot more force involved when he dealt with her sister, but through that, he gained good bases to guess off with Katya. Yes. Concerning the remaining sister, the resulting damage on her psyche had more than lent itself to catalyze her adhesion to him and her fast approaching metamorphosis. Edmond sat further onto his desk, lifting Katya up on his lap, making sure her skirt would scoot up in the process off making her comfortable on him. Her legs would be to one side, lady saddle. Her comfort in his house alone was an accomplishment in itself. His art wasn't always stomach proof, though he failed to sympathize with those that couldn't join him in reverence of it, but Katya paid it no mind anymore. In-fact, he'd purposefully made it her lesser worries, already on their first day together. The torturous pleasures he'd submerged her in far superseded any visual stimuli his collection of decapitations could provide. He, of course, found gnawing on and biting her the most exhilarating. Hand on her inner thigh, fingers deep into her flesh to keep her in place where she sat, as his other hand petted her hair, his form slightly leaned back to look at her. Like a prized pet or property. You'll be beautiful in your new form. he promised as his fingers tangled in her locks. It won't always be pleasant. His palm to her scalp so he could twist the tuffs that he held. But it'll be part of it. It'll be simple. Mixing her discomfort with reward, always, to confuse and tame her mind, he stroke the inside of her thigh, high and deep. She was at his mercy like this, her ear served up for him to whisper in. And you'll be my creation, Katya. You'll exist by my doing and conclude at my whim. Her end, as he presented, had not been discussed by them in all the pretty fairy tails he'd told her about her new life. A sensitive subject for most, well, subjects, but why hold back today, when she was so euphoric with desire for the careless times he'd promised. Edmond let her go, eyes flashing a paradise sheen to the head that came back from his grip. He made sure to have her fully with him before he nodded to the side and back. There sat, her suit, diffuse in the protective shadows but enough for her to know it was her size, if it stretched. And it was designed to. It is the womb you'll be born into. he whispered, hand on her thigh ever higher, ever tighter. It's going to swallow you, and then become you.