LILY
If the redhead was wild before, she’s positively feral now, ruled by gut and groin - and with her hunger satiated (raw deer has never tasted so good!), her lust begins to take over. Lily knows what she wants. Who she wants. The memory of his bite, of their rutting bodies and the ecstasy that flooded through her is electric. It sets the area between her legs on fire. But rather than go and ring the doorbell like a civilized woman, she stalks around his house, delighting in the hunt as much as the prospect of mating, because fuck, she’s feeling needy. Like a cat in heat, she wants to yowl her sex-drive to the eaves of the houses, to the moon, to Frey itself.
Ah! A lure! Tricksy.
Lily sets her ragged nails to the Ascended’s door, scratching on its surface to bring him down. She then giggles and hums in the back of her throat, darting to hide in the shadows of his neighbor’s house. Her body practically vibrates with anticipation; a pale, black-eyed mantis looking for her favorite lover.
don't know if you love me or you want me dead
the way you're looking through my eyes
Don't know if I'm gonna make it out alive
