seeing you snarl like the beast you are.” Her chin is caught, his touch rough as she is made to look at him. “You’re pretty, darling, and your cunt is a tight hole but that isn’t a redeeming quality.”
Soon his nose is curling, a look of disgust pungent. “Do not flatter yourself, Lilith.” Cigar is brought back to his lips, sucking upon the end and caring not as smoke billows around him. “I do not live in the past. I never have.” But her words do little else. “I just enjoy +
It was not so much his charm but his good genes and good looks. She knew they’d create a perfect monster. He should not take it so personal however. Paloma was hardly ever charmed. His grin remains, it was only mildly infuriating. “Stop living in the past, Cillian.” ++
She was charmed by him once, enough to lay in bed with him and grow heavy with a child. And quite the child they are, nastier than his youngest could ever dream of being. Pairing the genes of a wolf and the genes of a demon seemed to created a catastrophic monster. “Hm” Cillian +
Lilith looks at him, more like down at him. She was never charmed by him. “Cillian” she says while looking away and ahead. “What a pleasant surprise” but her tone lacks.
Cillian resonates with a silken hum, the tips of his fingers catching the underside of her chin and guiding her gaze to awaiting blues. Canines are exposed beneath his grin, her supple lower lip bitten. “Not swooning for those my sweet words, sweet wife?” Hands tighten in her ass
She aims for such reactions always. Calypso won’t be one to let him forget what he had done even if he was growing. Even so, she isn’t immune and finds herself shivering and humming at the kisses to her throat. She gasps and grunts as her ass is slapped and squeezed. “Well good »
Cigar is perched between his lips, a cloud of smoke billowing behind him and he leans across the railing, humming lazily. He looks towards @witchwoes, a grin upon his lips. “Hello, Mami.”
Sapphire—tinted irises roll with amused annoyance, head swaying languidly as a pair of lips gravitate to her throat and ever so gently lay tender kisses. “You.” But her ass is squeezed again, playfully slapped. “This might be a fine addition, but it does not triumph you.”
One of his only redeeming ones as well. Calypso shakes her head a little, smiling to herself at his words. “Aren’t you just charming” she murmurs and grunts when her ass is grasped, squeezed. She snorts, “me or my ass?” She teases.
Perhaps that is his only leading trait. "Below average, but it's looking up now." Some sort of a romantic, enough to capture a beautiful woman. "I missed you." That supple ass is grasped, squeezed.
Why stick to only one sort of greeting. . . That grows frivolous, boring. But soon strong arms envelope a wondrously supple waist, grasping at her tight as she is reeled in close. "Wife of mine."
patience has no presence here as fingers immediately sink underneath the hem of her shirt, splaying across her sweet, supple stomach and imposing further with that act of possession. whiskers tickle a fine throat, nose dragging along it as he shamelessly takes her scent. "good."
She hates that she so easily sinks into it, that she loves the feeling of possession and longing he emits on that singular act. “I’m alright” she answers, hand resting upon his, a pause. “I … missed you too.” She did, she had missed him.
Cillian steps down from the bar, fingers upon his buttons, doing each one up one by one but he turns, gaze on her before falling down and hand swaying as if a second mouth. “Hopefully I’ll get to see you around. On your rules, of course.” An attempt, he supposes.
Skin turns an off shade of porcelain as a glass is gripped with such devotion. Calypso’s words seems to strike a chord. One not necessarily desirable. “Right.” Remnants of his scotch are downed, drowning his sorrows and burying his emotions. “I’ll leave you to your night.” +
An affair, yes. A meaningful affair. An indiscretion makes it sound cheap and meaningless. This is the best defiance she can muster at this very moment. She knows how much he hates when she doesn’t look at him. It surely was unique for he had unique ways of showing +