Circe Hecate - True Mother of Witches - Parody

Real magic can never be made by offering someone else's liver. You must tear out your own & not expect to get it back. RP/OC/18+/#SBHFam

[Circe Hecate - True Mother of Witches - Parody @SinfulSorcery]

@VisceralSoldier + spiritual level. The pent up need inside of me bursts through and I climax, exploding one of the bulbs in the nearest sconce. I don't notice as I grind up against you and howl out your name.*

Xavier!

[Circe Hecate - True Mother of Witches - Parody @SinfulSorcery]

@VisceralSoldier + also disappointment. Which one was she for you?

*I pluck the toothpick from your mouth and place it into my own as I step back.*

What brought you back, Xavier; vengeance, allegiance, or something else?

[Circe Hecate - True Mother of Witches - Parody @SinfulSorcery]

@VisceralSoldier + way I craved, there was a connection deep enough to rival whatever someone else called love. My eyes involuntarily fell closed right as your hands released mine so I could press them to your chest and let you feel what you do to me on a +

[Circe Hecate - True Mother of Witches - Parody @SinfulSorcery]

I'll wear him down.

Beneath my heel.

[Circe Hecate - True Mother of Witches - Parody @SinfulSorcery]

@VisceralSoldier + of the tension from dealing with these idiots on my own and hopefully find some relief.*

[Circe Hecate - True Mother of Witches - Parody @SinfulSorcery]

@VisceralSoldier + you to report to me /every/ night what you find about the vampires of New Orleans. I..my bed has missed you.

*I smirk while rolling my hips just enough to have the jets hit the spot that needs attention. With a deep moan, I try to let go +

[Circe Hecate - True Mother of Witches - Parody @SinfulSorcery]

@VisceralSoldier + later, Xavier, but for now I forgive you for leaving. Now what shall we do about these bold vampires?

[Circe Hecate - True Mother of Witches - Parody @SinfulSorcery]

@VisceralSoldier + isn't an inch of skin that isn't sensitized by the movement of the water and a low moan parts my lips. I'd been wound so tightly with you gone and letting it go, at least a little, had warmth spreading over my skin.*

I still may abuse you +