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Emi
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Date Posted: 08/20/04 2:51:51pm Fri
In reply to:
Stranger
's message, "Nice choice" on 08/20/04 9:48:03am Fri
Emi moaned in frustration, rage consuming her as his words filled her ears, and the serum burned like fire to her insides. In complete darkness, the drow's voice was her only anchor from the blackness, and he just had to be male. The very sound of his voice made her mind reel with desire, though a vague, lingering thought of sense made her thankful she could not see in the dark.
Her body writhed against the chains, seeking release from this desire and lust, her taut body shivvering. How dare he use magics on her...
Her mind snapped and she thought of Doragon, her lust maddened mind falling back to her first and only interlude with her love, the very thought of him doing those things to her made her ache. They could still be home now...events passed so confusedly Wyrd never became the creature of nightmare, and there was no reason for either of them to have returned back here. No one would be dead, no corpses lining the streets of a ruined Hogoromo...no fear of the demon shadow of Wyrd stalking what was left of them in the streets...none of it would have happened...
Emi half called, half moaned Doragon's name, the sound begging for him to both save her and take her, take her in a lock of passion from which she felt she might die from.
This was all Forbiddion's fault. Those six eyes laughing at her plight in the darkness, enjoying to watch her writhe and moan in the dark, alone. That great behemoth of a dragon, the great dragon.
Ecstacy rippled over her body again from the memory of Forbiddion's touch and she moaned loudly, jeweled tears falling to the floor. She felt the want so keenly, it threatened to comsume her, and leave her a mindless slave to its musings. She knew Forbiddion's evil, and it's promises, remembering its sweet, bitter embrace around her like a tightening viper, posed to embrace her lovingly and to strike her down dead to its venom in the same embrace.
She moaned again, writhing futily against the chains.
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