just thinking... remmick with a human lover who loves fucking with the fact that he can't cross the threshold of her little home without permission :p
imagine sitting out on the porch as the sun goes down, and there he is. you beckon him closer, he's coming out of the tree line and he catches your scent... you'd been playing with yourself today. smells it on those delicate fingers. smells the sweet sweat on the back of your neck. smells it between your gorgeous, plump thighs...
oh, but he sees the mischief in your eye from here. and before he is able to dart to the porch, you're leant against the doorway, your arms folded. he growls, wipes the drool from the corner of his mouth.
"we're playing like this tonight?"
you smile like the cat who's got the cream, your fingers tapping against the wood. you nod. "took too long."
"gettin' bold with me, lass?" he scoffs, but his fangs protrude from his gritted teeth. grinds them together, can't stand being this close to you but not able to touch you. your scent was right there, that glorious pudding of a cunt was right fucking there and there was nothing he could do about it. and the kicker was, you knew it damn well.
"when i get my hands on you, you're goin't' suffer. "
"when will that be?" you take a step inside, doing a little spin, the hem of your little slip riding up, remmick catches the sight of your little pussy, just for a moment, and his claws are out instinctively.
"you're only making it worse for yourself, girl." he seethes, palming at his erection shamelessly to your glee. your little smug face made him want to ruin it, shove it into the dirt as he ripped your throat out. ah, ah, reel it back. he wanted you warm.
he has to crane his neck to watch you skip about the living room, pushing your quaint little armchair in view of the doorway. he could howl, not bothering now to stop the saliva dribble from his maw. you little bitch. you wouldn't dare, not if you valued your life.
but there you sat, your divine legs spread apart, resting on the leg rests, your cunt wide open, shining with your slick, that heady scent of your sex making him want to tear at his flesh with need. he let out an unholy roar when those wicked fingers began their work, one hand's fingers dedicated to circling your clit while the other's delved inside your gorgeous little hole with no resistance. you'd been fucking yourself all day, given yourself orgasm after orgasm, so that the scent of your ecstasy would reach him from miles away. and it had.
he had no reservations about pulling down his slacks and viciously pumping his cock before you, viscous pre-cum dripping from the bulbous head, flushed red and furious, much like the man whose fist was savagely squeezing it, pulling back his foreskin over and over and over, a creature of sin and hunger made desperate for relief, for reprieve, his eyes locked on your pussy as they glowed crimson in the shadow of your porch.
he was choking on drool and his heavy breath, his body hunched and trembling with the exertions of lust. cursing your name again and again, threatening you, promising you that he was going to get you. but oh, your laughter was beautiful music bubbling from your throat. you were his glorious siren, his slice of a heaven he thought he was locked out of, his sweet little lass... he was going to love you, even when your flesh would gush between his teeth.
he lost control, lost himself. never been good at holding himself back when it came to carnal pleasures, especially not the ones that you brought him. and he paints the doorway with his cum, his body going slack but twitching with each rope he shoots out, whimpering and spluttering and crooning for you.
...and that's when, in his stupour, he hears your lilting voice, like heaven's little bells.
"come inside, darling. bring me hell."
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