(another time and place this might have been worse, especially if this was back when texas had been dealing with her suit being a pain in the ass. well. more of a pain in the ass back during september. lucky them that she wouldn't bite, that would take a special kind of provoking for that bestial fury to worsen. that's one positive to her growling and snarling, but it's always a treat for anyone wanting to see something more feral from texas. cellinia doesn't always do this. not with threats of teeth, claws digging into the flooring that are leaving deep lines cut into it. bared teeth, hungering eyes.
it's a delicacy for those daring enough to push for it, those that are insane enough to get out of cellinia what was instincts she often leaves buried down. instincts that were worse in a fight (knowing that she fights to kill often) not to show mercy. didn't matter who was on the receiving end, other than the one time she allowed someone to live being lappland. that's not a story she's willing to talk about here. not when she's in the middle of being tortured.
tortured into trying to say filthy things, dirty things and curses that would have made her mother had texas known her blush. maybe even that bastard she called her father disown her as his child if he were still alive, a disappointment to him in that regard.
she thought for a moment she didn't say enough, that is until w's fingers thrust deep in her. both of them after that pause. the guttural sound she lets out is something she chokes on, a mix of growl and moan and whine. yes, that was what she needed. fuck. deep inside of her with those hips of hers rocking along to each thrust of w's fingers. figures that she needed to keep going. she can try, but don't even be surprised is what she wants to say if she can't do anything other than crying out those feral sounds. the guttural ones, is what she wants to say.)
Shit....!(they're going to make a mess of this luxury hideaway they're in. does it matter, though? it's their week, they can spend the party pretending it doesn't exist. getting food when needed, sneaking back no matter their cards. although it would have been funny had they checked.) Fuck, don't stop....please.
(her voice is thick with urgency, neediness. when was the last time someone had her in this state? pleading? croaking out like this? texas can't quite remember. nobody in the resort had tried. it wound up usually being texas was on top and in control, but she didn't mind that. sometimes a change is nice and good. even if....said change is her being made to cry out cuss words and dirty talk. while getting finger fucked into seeing white for a second there.)
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it's a delicacy for those daring enough to push for it, those that are insane enough to get out of cellinia what was instincts she often leaves buried down. instincts that were worse in a fight (knowing that she fights to kill often) not to show mercy. didn't matter who was on the receiving end, other than the one time she allowed someone to live being lappland. that's not a story she's willing to talk about here. not when she's in the middle of being tortured.
tortured into trying to say filthy things, dirty things and curses that would have made her mother had texas known her blush. maybe even that bastard she called her father disown her as his child if he were still alive, a disappointment to him in that regard.
she thought for a moment she didn't say enough, that is until w's fingers thrust deep in her. both of them after that pause. the guttural sound she lets out is something she chokes on, a mix of growl and moan and whine. yes, that was what she needed. fuck. deep inside of her with those hips of hers rocking along to each thrust of w's fingers. figures that she needed to keep going. she can try, but don't even be surprised is what she wants to say if she can't do anything other than crying out those feral sounds. the guttural ones, is what she wants to say.)
Shit....! (they're going to make a mess of this luxury hideaway they're in. does it matter, though? it's their week, they can spend the party pretending it doesn't exist. getting food when needed, sneaking back no matter their cards. although it would have been funny had they checked.) Fuck, don't stop....please.
(her voice is thick with urgency, neediness. when was the last time someone had her in this state? pleading? croaking out like this? texas can't quite remember. nobody in the resort had tried. it wound up usually being texas was on top and in control, but she didn't mind that. sometimes a change is nice and good. even if....said change is her being made to cry out cuss words and dirty talk. while getting finger fucked into seeing white for a second there.)