"DON'T GET CAUGHT. DON'T GET CAUGHT. DON'T. FUCKING. GET. CAUGHT."
She chanted these words repeatedly, displaying reasons and visualising the aftermath of getting caught.
You'll be bonded. Restrained. Confined. With no freedom over yourself. Prayin...
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His boxers were in her mouth.
His boxers were in her mouth- gagging her so she couldn't scream and hurt her throat. With his tie binding the writhing woman's dainty and bruised wrist to the bedpost with the utterly salacious view of her restrained eagle wide legs Vasileios blew a deep puff of smoke, emptying his lungs.
Everyone's lives were overlong, drawn out to the point of apathy. In the weary length of life, toxins were thrilling, if it hadn't been for quenching his delicate familiar- noted by The Wraiths, Vasileios would be sipping on some newly extracted venom- he couldn't kill the other half of his soul with venom staining his lips.
Despite the fact that toxins were his most favoured things to be manufactured and consumed, he had comprehended that the woman withering in anguish and soaked in his cum beside him had taken the spot of his most favoured thing to be consumed now.
Even toxins appeared bland in her presence, but there were plenty of complications between Vasileios and Azelia. There were cracks of abhorrence amidst their destiny, there were detached hearts weaving threads of treacherous love.
Azelia was born abnormal, to stay beneath even the lowest of lowlifes while Vasileios was The Trinity, born to rule and conquer, to relinquish anyone's courage who stood tall in his presence.
Their significance among all the three races were worlds apart. He was a driving force, someone fierce and formidable, while she was woundable, someone meant to be scraped away.
The disgust and hatred Vasileios sensed deep in his veins- they were her's,all these unknown tremors within his heart were hers.
Another deep puff, he had fed her forcibly by yanking her hair while fingering her knuckles deep. He was aware she was full now and wanted nothing more than his body to be on hers, only that would abstract her body off of the inexplicable agony.
But conceding to her whines wouldn't break her. It wouldn't make her cooperative. Vasileios wanted his woman without the translucent barrier of revulsion and hatred. He wanted her to mold into him, to make her feel the tremors of his heart like he could feel hers.
Another deep puff as he breathed our the toxic smoke neglecting the audible whimpering woman beside him.
Her eyes were like that of an ancient forest. Deep and dark. And her lengthy hair that was sprawled across the bed was the colour of rich polished mahogany. His woman was enchanting to the point of perfection.
Unalike orbs absentmindedly shifted to her, to bask in the allure of the perfect woman laying right beside The Commander of The Blackbone Zone.
If Vasileios knew sex with his familiar would make him go haywire, he would have hunted her down ages ago. If he had any inkling to the fact that her sole presence would make his body purr with delighting warmth, he would have locked her away in his condo eons ago.
