Xanaphia
Biblically Accurate Bitch
- Joined
- Sep 28, 2013
She stopped in her tracks as Allek's voice boomed behind her. In truth, she could hardly see in front of her, and the darkness was becoming increasingly frightening for her. Still, she felt her anger welling up inside her, fueled by the drow sighing on the ground. She took a moment to breath before launching into her tirade.
"Tantrum? I was stabbed by your slave today and you're accusing me of having a tantrum?!" Her voice wasn't loud, but it was filled with vemon. He was right, she was acting like a petulant teenager in this regard, but she felt as though she could hardly control herself. He drove her crazy, she loved him too much, wanted him too much, needed him too much. She was helpless without him, and she hated feeling so powerless. But, she wasn't completely powerless, was she? Looking down at the drow on the floor, a plan began to form in her mind. A plan to punish the drow for her wanton behavior.
She fell to her knees, resting her head on his lap, whimpering before him now. "I'm sorry," she whispered, her voice cracking, as she funneled her anger into her performance. "This has been really hard for me, and I am not ready to see you with another woman, so quickly." That much was true, and she let the words settle before she started into her plan.
"I want to make it up to you," She explained in a sultry whisper. She looked up in his eyes now, letting herself get lost in his eyes. Even angry with him, she was still attracted to him, and she let the real attraction aid her performance. "Why don't I drink from you, while you drink from her?" She asked, breathing deep his scent. he would be covered in both his and her own juices, and the scent of their unions was indeed intoxicating. She play with him just a bit, stroking him and licking the head.
"Tantrum? I was stabbed by your slave today and you're accusing me of having a tantrum?!" Her voice wasn't loud, but it was filled with vemon. He was right, she was acting like a petulant teenager in this regard, but she felt as though she could hardly control herself. He drove her crazy, she loved him too much, wanted him too much, needed him too much. She was helpless without him, and she hated feeling so powerless. But, she wasn't completely powerless, was she? Looking down at the drow on the floor, a plan began to form in her mind. A plan to punish the drow for her wanton behavior.
She fell to her knees, resting her head on his lap, whimpering before him now. "I'm sorry," she whispered, her voice cracking, as she funneled her anger into her performance. "This has been really hard for me, and I am not ready to see you with another woman, so quickly." That much was true, and she let the words settle before she started into her plan.
"I want to make it up to you," She explained in a sultry whisper. She looked up in his eyes now, letting herself get lost in his eyes. Even angry with him, she was still attracted to him, and she let the real attraction aid her performance. "Why don't I drink from you, while you drink from her?" She asked, breathing deep his scent. he would be covered in both his and her own juices, and the scent of their unions was indeed intoxicating. She play with him just a bit, stroking him and licking the head.