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| Always Kiss Me Goodnight Posted by: ριχιє at 05-20-2017 20:04 PM, Last Modified 05-20-2017 20:04 PM |
The lips of the enchanted pixie began to curl in pleasure as she spotted her sleeping companion. Sweet darling what have you done? She thought to herself as the busty fae found herself moving into his bed, hand gently coming down to caress his cheek. Scars covered his strong willed paws, she was curious as to how he managed to become so mangled-to rustic. Her mind would fail her and she would think of a far off adventure where he fought a dragon to save a captured princess, or possibly he was a pirate that had lost his lucky rabbit’s foot and was captured. The stories within her mind were never ending, full of vast places and dangerous games.
The gentle thumb of her hand ran along the hardened strip of skin. “ you are a brave knight my darling. “ her lips would whisper into the chilling night. Emerald orbs wandered from his scarred hands then up to his sleeping face and down his neck to the odd attire he chose, it was so formal, a suit she had only seen in the movies. Curiosities. Carefully her hand trailed from his cheek and down his neck to the shiny buttons which held his shirt on his body. Such a teasing thing it was to withhold the tantalizing view of such a broad and chiseled body. Patience is key, darling. The words rang true in her head as her eyes made their way back to his sleeping face. “ Beautiful “ it was a word he had called her before but it never seemed to stick on her, she never found it to be true. Crimson lips leaned down to brush against his forehead, leaving just the faint tint of her lipstick, a favor for him when he awoke so he knew his angel watched over his body as he slept peacefully.
“ until morning my darling. “ the words came from her easily as she settled beside him, head finding his broad chest. Perfection. She couldn't help but feel a warming purr rise in her throat, true comfort was upon her and she wrapped her slender plumb of a tail around his leg, scared to wake him, he had enough adventures for the day, rest is what the knight needed, it was evident. The sleeping body stirred where he lied and she held her breath, had curiosity forsaken her? No, he had just wrapped an arm around her curvaceous hips, claiming her for his own pleasure- but little did he know, the small gesture meant the world to her.
“ sweet dreams my king. “ were the final words to evacuate from her lips before her eyes found themselves closing and her breath shallowing to a quiet snore, peace was found in the land of cruelty, their battles won for the day.
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The nightmare began not long after her eyes had fallen shut.
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Amidst the darkness the male found it easy to manipulate the female’s frame. He concealed his evil intentions by blindfolding her- casting away his identity. Her ears deceived her, picking up on every little pin drop, her own breath hiding his footsteps. He was hungry for the kitten, it was evident with such a wicked smirk plastered all over his manipulative face. “ good morning, sunshine. “ He sounded different. More dominant. The feline had never seen this side of him, this must have been the side she had been kept from while he was away on his adventures. “ what are you doing.. “ her voice was merely a whisper. He didn't respond. No. He didn't have to, he held the key to her escape, He was her locksmith.
There was a tightness around her wrists, she tested these restraints. Ropes.
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