The demon smiled, his hair softly fluttering in the wind. Lust. He wore a simple black shirt underneath that loosely covered his arms down to his elbow. The bright rectangular opening dimmed down as her eyes adjusted, letting the blurry details come into focus. Clawed fingers skilfully removed her silky gown. Whether it was to peaceful silence or whispers too high pitched for her, she could not tell. His green irises quickly grew an angry red ring of fire around his dark pupils. Izial’s ecstatic voice softly whispered, almost out of breath, “I felt you.” Read 36384 times |
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She lifted her heavy head and caught the strong gaze of one of the servants. At first it was a bit chilled, but it quickly took on the temperature of her skin and made her feel as if she wasn’t wearing anything at all.