black licorice

charlie

"We really do." Charlie agrees, her voice bright and her tone syrupy sweet.  Panic had begun to set in, and as the man realized the full extent of just how badly he'd misjudged things, his eyes began to roll back into his head as if he might somehow be able to escape his own fate if only he could disappear into his own mind.  

Shifting, Charlie placed the man's head between her thighs to hold him still—no doubt at some point he'd envisioned himself there, no?—with her hands sweetly on his cheeks, smoothing down the sides of his mouth as he laboured for breath. Her knees pressed against the top of his shoulders, keeping him from flinching away too much as Asta made his first incisions. Not quite to the point of being feral that she couldn't appreciate the butcher's work, Charlie hummed her approval as she leaned forward, pressing her lips against their prey in an upside-down kiss. "They're all going to think you died a hero, you know that?" She purrs, before pressing her tongue inside of his mouth and finding, laughably, that his lips parted to allow it.

Smiling, her tongue rolled playfully against his, before her sharpened teeth snapped shut and the tip of his tongue was lost down the back of her throat.

Walked in and dream came trued it for ya
Soft skin and I perfumed it for ya

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!