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they say i'm a god


Posted on April 06, 2017 by Iórkæll dværg
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One would believe he is the mute, for a limit of words had been spoken between them. There really was no need, the calming silence speaking in volumes. It is her body that talks to him, flesh rising in goosebumps with his touch. He takes pleasure in this torture game, pleasure in this dance of yes and no. the way her eyes twinkle and her skin crawls, his predatory senses allowing him to catch every movement she makes, subtle or not.

Delightful.

It is when he steps back to view the masterpiece before him that his breath catches. Her skin has changed from a smooth olive to a warm, heated blush. Her scars seem to ignite, different shades of pink and blossom all along her flesh. She wouldn't be the same without those scars, he knows this. How? Because he wouldn't be the same without his either. There is something terrifyingly beautiful in the brands of war that litter his muscled frame. They tell a story not many get to hear.

The water is the only sound he hears in this brief moment, allowing her to take a minute to breathe, possibly gather her thoughts and herself. And then she is moving, filling the cloth with fresh soap and stepping towards him. Cold gaze watching her warily, perfectly okay with the torture he bestowed on her but not as willing to endure it himself. It isn't that he fears it, it is just...different for him. The others, they were bound, gagged at times and held at bay. It was him doing the touching, the damages elicited by his hands allowed for that was what he paid for after all. But she wishes to touch him, and he shouldn't be surprised by this for she has already shown signs of such a desire.

But he is hesitant.

He watches her, eyebrow raising slightly as she draws near. Her voice sliding into his mind keeping the others at bay for this is her time, her moment and they do not dare break it. His lips quirk, a half smile breaking across his scarred face. The beast lifts his arms, opening them palms up. Submission, something along that those lines.

Here is your chance, girl. He is all yours. Take advantage of this moment he has given you.


Iórkæll dværg
werelion - male - single - played by sunii



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