LockedMexx Android wrote:
Eyes flutter open and a groan escapes those luscious lips. Blood trails like spittle from one corner of that delectable mouth, and traces a little river along the stubble dotting his cheek. His gaze is unfocused, his eyes bloodshot, his pupils uneven. His right pupil seems to swallow his iris altogether. My big man raises one hand as far as the restraints allow, and upon realization that he cannot move to protect himself he begins to thrash and bellow like a bear in a trap.
"Hehe, Calm down sweetie, " I murmur, smoothing my bare palm over his eyes. He snaps his jaw at my hand, as if that will deter or injure me. I almost have to laugh at this, our excuse for foreplay.
His skin is spread and pinned back against the table, and as he gasps for air and chokes yet more blood out of his poor raw throat I can watch the twitching of his heart and lungs. Such delicious organs my big man has. It takes all my self restraint to refrain from caressing the curve of his liver, the thrusting peaks of his shattered ribs, the pulsating sac of his stomach churning with fear. I can smell it, that fear; I can feel it stinging my nostrils and burning down into my lungs, and it sears like acid and I thrill to feel it filling me. I love him, this bumbling bull ape.
Now I'm going to have nightmares.
@Wotato
You spelt my name wrong
That soap
