Isla
Isla doesn't bother to stifle her moan, all but sighing against Locke's neck, and one of her hands sneaks up to loop around his shoulders. Gods, was he this tall and solid a moment ago? One might expect that she's the more capable one when it comes to no weirdness, but that would be woefully untrue. The only time she can properly feel is when this happens, and it's almost maddening, how much she wants to chase the sensation.
Of course, that would eventually end very badly for Locke, and so with visible reluctance, she slips her fangs back out of his neck, though she's still all but wrapped around him. "Mm... You should definitely come to the Grounds," she decides with a throaty laugh, through lips stained red. "I have a feeling you'd be very popular."
Of course, that would eventually end very badly for Locke, and so with visible reluctance, she slips her fangs back out of his neck, though she's still all but wrapped around him. "Mm... You should definitely come to the Grounds," she decides with a throaty laugh, through lips stained red. "I have a feeling you'd be very popular."
sooner or later, we all have to wake
and try forgetting everything
and try forgetting everything
