I
quiver
in place at just... all of this. The display of her
dominant
nature.
Violence, so
tempered
and used for such
effect
. Used for
my sake
.
Before I knew it, my back had
arched
. Very obviously, I’ve
raised out
my chest... as I lean slightly to the side.
As if I’m just
inviting
her with this
mild submission
, the moment she looks over, to come and do
something
to me...
With the sound of
ringing
blood pressure in my ears as my heart slams in
excitement
at the danger. For a half dozen heartbeats, simply
forgetting
all of my resolve.
Much like me, Vrika is simply vibrating in my mindscape with a strange feeling of attraction that has it
breathing
deeply. As if it could somehow make me smell her pure, clean,
wonderful
scent better.
Or close the gap I’m
somehow
keeping, that it
desperately
wants to be zero... so it can rub against her... her thighs. I think.
I can’t be sure that’s not
my own
thought.
> Do not. I repeat, do NOT urinate on the imaginary corners of my soul to make her look this way, you ridiculous wolf! Is that - normal? To be looked at like that, in this situation. By someone you only met days ago... Will you stop that? I am not letting her mark me! I don’t even REALLY know anything about her - why are you so willing to submit, huh? Wasn’t that a problem with Jace and Helene already? No, I did not just think that. You’re imagining it. Oh, not masochism, exactly. Just a ’tryhard’. Thank the lunar goddess. And if - as you keep trying to convince me - the rush of her presence makes the food we eat taste even better, well... <
That’s something
innocuous enough
that I’m too curious about
not
to test!