Posted by albatross; on October 27, 2008, 3:35 am, in reply to "albatross; best to keep things in the shallow end" A strange sense of emotions and feelings flood her mind and the presence of something unholy and dark forces it’s presence into the back of her already troubled mind. The girl trembles under her Master’s touch the way she is supposed to, then croons softly when those teeth finally retract, when she stops tonguing the ugly wound that has been made across her shoulder. It is done within seconds and Albatross feels light-headed and weary but eager.
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“Yes.” She breathes, allowing her teacher, her master to twist and curl and wrap herself around her spider tight. Albatross sighs then, content but uncomfortable. Comfortable but discontent. She finds herself wanting to please Elemmire; please herself; to sate a need that is not hers but hers. Something shared but not really.
Do what you would with me, Albatross.
It is like a spell or even a soft-spoken command that breaks the girl’s rapt meditation. She already knows what she wants when she turns to Elemmire completely now.
“You.” She says, her voice a hungry prowl. Somehow her teacher’s wishes are her own, somehow she knows Elemmire wants what Albatross does now. “I want you.”
She wants the shard, but she knows nothing of it, she resists.
She wants Elemmire.
She wants to please her. To entertain her.
Teeth nip against the mare’s skin and the warm, balmy wind rushes upon Elemmire with a masculine presence, pushing down against her, into her, around her. Taken. That’s what she has done. Shoulder to shoulder, side to side, lips to neck where she kisses and explores, the wind does what it can before it dissipates and leaves the red mare out of breath against her body. Exhausted.
“Tell me what you want now.” Albatross says in a breathless whisper, her envy green eyes fixated intensely on her teacher. “And I will do it.”
I smelled her burning flesh, her rotting bones, her decay…
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