Thread: Opposites Attract (ClearSight & SomethingEsoteric)

Jo groaned when she was squeezed tight into Myras strong hot body, if there was air in her lungs surely it would be pushed out but instead, all she felt was the pressure of one much stronger than herself. It wasnt hard to guess, Jo utterly despised the feeling of being helpless but that was exactly how Myra made her feel, physically at least. The words echoed through her mind, Id hate to snap this pretty little neck of yours. It would take more than that to kill most vampires, she wasnt most vampires however the reality of it all was that she in fact, may not recover from even something as apparently benign as that in her current condition. It was as simple as that, it was all it would take her game would be over and that very thought pacified her quite powerfully, sure, in the long run, her game, it could deliver much worse things than death to the lusting lycan, but that meant little if favour changed and she did in fact do what she claimed shed hate, if she did in fact snap her little neck. She wanted to scream at the mutt, tell her to stop, stop kissing her neck acting like she had the right to she didnt! It would be one thing to simply fuck her but the ways he dragged it out, the way she acted as if they were mates and her body was hers to attend to however she liked it made her seeth, made her skin crawl. No sooner than she agreed did she truly and unequivocally regret it, if she werent a woman of her word it would be over here especially once the suggestion of a location change rippled across her skin in hot breath the way she spoke her name, perfect pronunciation. It nearly sent her into a physical rage, not just the sort that had her insulting the wolf with her words she wanted to thrash, to scream, she wanted to destroy and maim, shatter pretty little things that made her world so beautiful like she had the day before. All the tighter did her teeth clench as she felt the hand at her chin, forcing her to look Myra in the face bright blue orbs fighting golden primals. Beyond how enraged she appeared by it all, a more animalistic side of her showing with how sharp and wrinkled her features were, the intensity with which her eyes burned hate, hate beyond the sort that their kind toiled beside each other with, a deep personal hatred for Myra and the kisses on her bruised perforated neck, for saying her name, for acting like this was something she wanted to, for taking her pride and Focus adapt proceed maintain. Just once, just once and by the end of it all the Lycan would be so deeply affected by the brand of ecstasy only she could provide shed regret it more than Jovanna was even capable of. With a growl she turned her head and clenched her hands into fists so tight they almost made her already pale knuckles appear lighter. There is nothing dignified about a lady being fucked by their mutt. She made clear as she spun on her heal and marched purposefully toward the tall grandiose doors of her throne room of sorts. And it would not do well for us to enter the halls, its a pity enough as is your stench will linger through this refuge for weeks without spreading that filth further into my home. and with that she reached forward and took a piece of her humanity back. A deep breath and a subsequent huff of derision as she clicked the great handle of the door and latched it, locking them inside, securing both their peace and their safety should anyone intrude. Now, do as you will with me. Again she turned back toward Myra, beginning to pull one dainty hoop of the midnight blue silk from her shoulder.