Rating: NC-17 for sex and violence
Archive: Yes
Summary: PWP
Disclaimer: George owns all.
She laughed with me, not knowing I was laughing at her. They all asked that question. I alluded that she could see for herself. At this stage in the game, they never refused to satisfy their curiosity.
She hinted she liked to play a bit rough, they all did. I made the tame comments they wanted to hear.
Usually, they preferred the safety of familiar surroundings, I never argued. I didn't care where, as long as it happened. In fact, it was easier that way, I could leave, unencumbered.
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She offered a drink, I accepted even though I was habitually disappointed. I sipped and commented on it exceeding my expectations. She laughed at the meaning. They never failed to think of themselves as possessing clever insight.
I scanned her pathetic domain and made the requisite polite praises as I wondered where it would occur. I held no disillusions. She tittered on in self-effacement.
Her interest in where or if they ended was soon satisfied. Trying to quell the tedious questions, I made demands. She acquiesced and quieted.
I mouthed promises as she just mouthed. She eagerly anticipated its ridges thinking me gratifyingly full and extended. I anticipated more.
Unless they were my species, they never suspected and I never gave a warning. When the sharp, inner keratin shaft extended, she gagged spitting me out with a quantity of saliva stained red with her blood. I laughed, she screamed.
Intended to pierce into the cervix and deliver semen directly into the womb of the females of my kind, for this one, it would only pierce through her.
She stopped screaming too soon, I had to finish without her protests. As long as I was satisfied, I didn't care either way. Withdrawing, I laughed as I asked her if I could use her shower. She rudely didn't answer.
I washed her blood off my body, cleansing my form free of the defacing total crimson color and restored it to the more pleasing patterns of ebon and scarlet tattoos.
I threw the towel on her still pain-contorted face and commented she could use some cleaning up as well. I told her that timeworn line, that I would call her in the morning. She rudely didn't answer.
