Silver dollar, golden flame
Dirty water, poison rain
Perfect murder, take your aim
Dirty water, poison rain
Perfect murder, take your aim
His reaction to her words is exactly what she wants, and she gasps at the stars that start to shine in her vision, shimmering before plunging deep into her core to fuel the fire that's brewing. Her breathing is hot and heavy against his ear, wanting Vesper to hear the way she grunts softly with every deep thrust of his hips, the air being pushed from her lungs with the force of her pleasure. Thal wants him to hear the dangerous moan that leaves her pretty lips when she shudders against the bite of his teeth on the sensitive nerves of her nipple, tightening herself around his cock with the growing need for release.
She's not thinking of much more than that when he speaks again, his voice wrapping like shadows through her mind, unfocused and distant. The topic isn't what she'd call 'sexy,' but the dark, teasing drawl of his tone combined with the deliberately timed movements of his body make it hard for her to laugh. Her hips buck against his, back arching to feel more of his shadows against her clit, to feel more of his fingers against her nipple, to feel more of the mind-warping desire she knows is coming, yet he stalls them with words, dragging things out to the point she can barely stand, her teeth clenching against the frustration.
'Good girl' and 'nice' are things Thal has never been called, and it grates against her mind abrasively, making her growl low at the insinuation, her fingernails digging into Vesper's shoulders. If anything, she wants to be the opposite, and the fire of stubborn determination gives her enough clarity to want to prove as much; that she's not some 'good girl' begging for praise, but an incomparably dirty slut deserving of punishment. The wicked grin on her face doesn't compare to the liquid venom curling from her lips on a saccharine sweet tune.
On her final words, she throws her head back, rolling her hips more dramatically as she bites her lip and closes her eyes against the suffocating pressure that's coiling deep inside. A glistening shine of sweat covers her pale skin, her spade tail flicking sharply and her dark hair catching the wind in a moment of wild ecstasy that she puts on for whoever may be watching - for Vesper.
Dipping her head back down, she places her forehead to his, her breaths short and labored as her hips continue their rapid movements. The hooded blue of eyes stares down with a blazing challenge, her raspy voice as sharply laced with thread-bare desire as her fanged grin. "Think you can do better?"
She's not thinking of much more than that when he speaks again, his voice wrapping like shadows through her mind, unfocused and distant. The topic isn't what she'd call 'sexy,' but the dark, teasing drawl of his tone combined with the deliberately timed movements of his body make it hard for her to laugh. Her hips buck against his, back arching to feel more of his shadows against her clit, to feel more of his fingers against her nipple, to feel more of the mind-warping desire she knows is coming, yet he stalls them with words, dragging things out to the point she can barely stand, her teeth clenching against the frustration.
'Good girl' and 'nice' are things Thal has never been called, and it grates against her mind abrasively, making her growl low at the insinuation, her fingernails digging into Vesper's shoulders. If anything, she wants to be the opposite, and the fire of stubborn determination gives her enough clarity to want to prove as much; that she's not some 'good girl' begging for praise, but an incomparably dirty slut deserving of punishment. The wicked grin on her face doesn't compare to the liquid venom curling from her lips on a saccharine sweet tune.
"If you being in my head felt like this
I would probably just join you
In the dark purple abyss
Until then, enjoy the view."
I would probably just join you
In the dark purple abyss
Until then, enjoy the view."
On her final words, she throws her head back, rolling her hips more dramatically as she bites her lip and closes her eyes against the suffocating pressure that's coiling deep inside. A glistening shine of sweat covers her pale skin, her spade tail flicking sharply and her dark hair catching the wind in a moment of wild ecstasy that she puts on for whoever may be watching - for Vesper.
Dipping her head back down, she places her forehead to his, her breaths short and labored as her hips continue their rapid movements. The hooded blue of eyes stares down with a blazing challenge, her raspy voice as sharply laced with thread-bare desire as her fanged grin. "Think you can do better?"
I don't belong to anyone,
but everybody knows my name
but everybody knows my name
Thalassa
