05-19-2014, 07:54 AM
Spectra was a woman straining for the stars, and when she made the decision to whore herself out, it was for her own devices. Such was the distinct difference between authority grasped of her own free will and forcibly coerced into acts of slavery. More unusual was when the decision made out of sheer appetite. Damien was deliciously handsome. The way he submitted, unquestioningly, was exactly as she predicted. All men are the same. Especially when it came to yielding beneath Spectra's salacious attention.
Among them, however, there was one distinct among the fleshy masses of the male race. While Damien's lids lowered beneath her all-too-simple spell and his face glowed arousal, Spectra was thinking of another. Hood transcended everything that made Damien worthy of molding. What was he doing at this very moment? Was he reclining beneath the whim of a woman, only to find himself thinking of Spectra instead? Nothing would make her more overjoyed than if that were true. She almost purred for that little treat.
With Hood flashing the heat of recent memory in her imagination, Spectra's otherwise mechanical motions became gloriously impassioned. A glance at Damien was hard to tell whether or not he noticed the shift.
To his credit, he lounged like a king on his throne bathed beneath the wide expanse of his kingdom. His subject was on her knees at his feet, and he reveled in the positioning. The one attribute Hood lacked, Damien grasped in excess. Ambition. Ambition that would be inflamed by Spectra Lin, the woman at his side who should be there every step until they crested Olympus itself. An unfortunate attribute about mountaintops, however, was there was only room for one at the top.
She sensed the tightening of his physical tensions, and Spectra reacted perfectly. Her nails trailed along his stomach. They burrowed beneath his shirt and pulled his waist closer. She was smiling as she pictured their view from the pinnacle of the world in the way reminiscent of when she first pictured the man beneath her was Hood rather than this runner-up male. She'd keep both, of course. As his defenses broke, Spectra's body mirrored his, flooded euphoric.
She was smiling when she licked warmth from her lips and looked to him. Damien's ambition and Hood's attentions were not mutually exclusive possessions for one who should be queen of the known world.
She allowed him to absorb her beauty for a moment. She was his true and faithful subject, one deeply apologetic for the earlier misconception. Then again, if she hadn't reacted as she had, they would not be here.
One last lingering, coy glance and she carried herself away, a feather on the air, in search of a drink of water. He could follow her if he wished.
If he can even walk.
Among them, however, there was one distinct among the fleshy masses of the male race. While Damien's lids lowered beneath her all-too-simple spell and his face glowed arousal, Spectra was thinking of another. Hood transcended everything that made Damien worthy of molding. What was he doing at this very moment? Was he reclining beneath the whim of a woman, only to find himself thinking of Spectra instead? Nothing would make her more overjoyed than if that were true. She almost purred for that little treat.
With Hood flashing the heat of recent memory in her imagination, Spectra's otherwise mechanical motions became gloriously impassioned. A glance at Damien was hard to tell whether or not he noticed the shift.
To his credit, he lounged like a king on his throne bathed beneath the wide expanse of his kingdom. His subject was on her knees at his feet, and he reveled in the positioning. The one attribute Hood lacked, Damien grasped in excess. Ambition. Ambition that would be inflamed by Spectra Lin, the woman at his side who should be there every step until they crested Olympus itself. An unfortunate attribute about mountaintops, however, was there was only room for one at the top.
She sensed the tightening of his physical tensions, and Spectra reacted perfectly. Her nails trailed along his stomach. They burrowed beneath his shirt and pulled his waist closer. She was smiling as she pictured their view from the pinnacle of the world in the way reminiscent of when she first pictured the man beneath her was Hood rather than this runner-up male. She'd keep both, of course. As his defenses broke, Spectra's body mirrored his, flooded euphoric.
She was smiling when she licked warmth from her lips and looked to him. Damien's ambition and Hood's attentions were not mutually exclusive possessions for one who should be queen of the known world.
She allowed him to absorb her beauty for a moment. She was his true and faithful subject, one deeply apologetic for the earlier misconception. Then again, if she hadn't reacted as she had, they would not be here.
One last lingering, coy glance and she carried herself away, a feather on the air, in search of a drink of water. He could follow her if he wished.
If he can even walk.