Post by alannah ua cobhthaigh on Oct 18, 2013 4:22:54 GMT -5
Alannah lay in the great mess that was her bed, sheets in shreds with the bright red flashes of Wynter's blood stained throughout the tatters. God, that girl was delicious; in every way possible a girl could be. The vampire rarely came across one so unique, so fiery, so unafraid. Her brazen tactic could have gotten her killed; the girl literally threw herself into the lap of a predator, begging to be bitten. She was lucky Alannah was in a good mood or there would be yet another pretty body waiting to be collected in the gutters of Paris.
No, Wynter was much more valuable to the vampire alive then dead. A beautiful figure, a willing participant, a girl Alannah loved hearing beg for more and scream for mercy. Oh yes, the vampire would make her scream, no doubt about that.
Rolling over, she ran her nail lightly over the girl's body, going from mark to mark, teasing each her hypersensitive area with nondescript shapes. Wynter looked like a work of art, sprawled out and covered the way she was. Peppered in bite marks of various roughness, her skin was practically covered in them from her neck to her breasts, from her hips to her thighs, the vampire had thoroughly abused her skin. Alannah had forgotten how beautiful mortals could be, their skin so permanent, wearing their past battles in every mark. These would take a great deal of time to heal, the vampire decided, considering that the mortal girl was now her new toy and she liked to play rough with her items. Let this maid bear her bites with pride, Alannah was satisfied with her work.
Notes: sorry it's crap but you get the idea
No, Wynter was much more valuable to the vampire alive then dead. A beautiful figure, a willing participant, a girl Alannah loved hearing beg for more and scream for mercy. Oh yes, the vampire would make her scream, no doubt about that.
Rolling over, she ran her nail lightly over the girl's body, going from mark to mark, teasing each her hypersensitive area with nondescript shapes. Wynter looked like a work of art, sprawled out and covered the way she was. Peppered in bite marks of various roughness, her skin was practically covered in them from her neck to her breasts, from her hips to her thighs, the vampire had thoroughly abused her skin. Alannah had forgotten how beautiful mortals could be, their skin so permanent, wearing their past battles in every mark. These would take a great deal of time to heal, the vampire decided, considering that the mortal girl was now her new toy and she liked to play rough with her items. Let this maid bear her bites with pride, Alannah was satisfied with her work.
Notes: sorry it's crap but you get the idea