"don't be such a stick in the mud," he hummed, dangling the mistletoe over her and just out of reach when she'd aimed to swat it aside. "play with me more." @ jalter
How low can God sink under her palms, knowing full well these kind of traditions are worth naught! This Servant wishes to test her patience like a self-proclaimed saint who possesses a holy existence. Those ties to a forsaken God already nerve the witch, pinning down both hands against an invisible cross solely to have her burst into flames. Such comfort could lead AVENGER into another slumber but the ideal touch it offers … sounds thrilling. Maybe she preferred tasting that sweet embrace between a poisonous tongue as her own, wrap around to break it off ——— now that can contaminate a holy gesture, wouldn’t it! Anything to break away those chains, the one wielding around her neck, sounds thrilling. She lowers a brow with golden hues glowing in fury as the mistletoe plant hangs right above their heads. Ah yes, an ancient repetition to lock their lips together. ❝ Always eager to have the final saying in this, especially intruding my time with this ridiculous Pagan holiday! ❞ Claws tap around his chest region, tempting to dig their way into the flesh but enjoyment would come out of their twisted grin. Curses!
Like a force keeps the witch bound into their clutches, there’s no sense of escaping them not without her pride being shattered. She possessed a ridiculous amount of loyalty, thus being taken advantage of by this damned soul. Yet her grin slowly surfaces underneath untouched lips as she was the saint in a former life. It’d bring him such delight to know this key fact for Jeanne de Arc had never been sullied … unless others count the honor she once carried for her goddamn country. Resting at ease with uncontrollable bloodlust, clawed fingers met their way around to slither through this sensitive neck. They dig around to scratch the skin’s surface, drawing out blood. AVENGER never claimed it’d be a tender treatment not when it was this Servant.
The possessive woman claims her prize, keeping eyelids open to witness its reactions. Lips are connected into a rough kiss with her tongue slithering inside those disgusting walls of their mouth. Teeth bit around its tongue though keeps their lips into the kiss they desired. Call it his own ‘ holiday gift ’ as it so desires … the witch didn’t care. Minutes lasted for this ritual until she broke apart with a brief lick, savoring the sudden sweet taste of their saliva. Admittedly an excitement left her greedily pleading for more but did no such thing except pulling those claws away. ❝ Tell anyone about our little ‘ fun ’ and I’ll cut your throat open. ❞ @wellwalked
