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CapitalM's carved upon my skin. Join Date: Jan 2010
Location: on the southern edge of sanity, under a carolina moon.
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![]() devour. Awakened deep in the night from decadent slumber, she senses something in her midst calling to her reaching thru the mists of her mind she stirs sweet little girl dressed in red alone in her decadence held within the darkness still, quiet in this forest. stretching out soft moss covered forest floor beneath her she rises moon high, shining for her red slik cape envelopes her soft body. she listens.. haunted by the sound soft howl from somewhere beyond she senses a presence there within the trees scratches, movements from behind.. from all around her she trembles its frighteningly erotic senses heightened it's watching her. decadent prowl from the beast within she feels it there wanting... waiting to strike to devour the little sweet girls innocence. basket in hand.. she waits red silk billows as she turns, looking all around her sensing it not knowing what it is but craving it to show itself to her under the moon. behind her it growls her body fozen she barely clings to her senses her mind fills with wonder and the growling deepens behind her, its breath on her neck impending strike she feels it coming she hears it before it happens. unsteady, waiting... fearing, craving her breath catches unable to release it green eyes wide with glorious wonder this beast circles and makes its presence known now. first strike decadent howl shes trapped within her own mind glorious wonder of what's coming.. what she is seeing in front of her now. delicious terror its eyes shining in the dark of the moon her first glimpse... shes taken off her feet held within its magnificent growls as shes slammed against the trees first one, then another it toys with her predator stalking sweet prey shes wrapped around the beast red silk cape falling at her feet basket thrown.. scattterd upon the forest floor long silkened legs wrapped at its waist it pulls her.. to it lifting her. glorious presence at her neck tips like daggers from claws pressing into her drawing her breath making it it's own, leaving her close to none. she feels the warm trickle of her life's blood burning a trail seeping down her neck.. and the beast takes control. first thrust lifting her maddening. silk shredded under the sharpened tips of it's claws deeper it drives green eyes hooded barely breathing, she dances against it. wonderful amazement of this before her inside her. arms pinned above reaching for the moon finding only branches of her forest from the tree she is bound to by her beast. magnificent wonder of this night sweet surrender of this girl its growls fill her ears telling of desires forbidden so long under watchful eyes of the past it's waited for her so long its watched this sweet girl alone in the forest sensing her desires her wants and her needs. to sate her, will sate itself. its claws drive deep into her neck she screams it claims her as it's own and it devours her soul.. raging. coming undone showing itself before her finally it eases its grip to catch the sweet girl. for a moment shes allowed breath.. but only just enough to please itself. and her beast reaches in to trace the wounds, at her neck.. her naked back shredded from the tree it traces her marks.. and howls. she is its only prey she now carries the mark of the beast in her forest. she feels herself floating her mind free unchained, naked and beholden to this glorious presence it takes her again without warning it strikes.. driving into her released from the tree driven deep into the forest floor its weight upon her back pushing. deeper. its eyes glowing with lust it growls.. shaking the forest with its power demanding her submission commanding her release that it now owns. she screams into the night... her beast grows silent heavy breath behind her she feels it stroking her golden hair touching the soft lines of her delicously battered body the magnificent beast revels in her beauty and wraps her in red again before the beast, she falls.. crashing down to it, before it, because of its power. eyes open, revealing truths in the darkness, deep in the night. hooded green eyes full of wonder it growls softly before her... and she sleeps. sated before her beast beholden from this night... sweet little girl in red is claimed. (c) missentycing.
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