Part 4


	/X\istress §atanica \| home Pleasured Meeting \| Part 2 \| Part 3 \| Part 4 \| Part 5 \| The Capture \| Part 2 of Capture \| Part 3 of Capture \| Part 4 \| Love in the mysts Part 4 Satanica: ::watching him from the shadows:: Crimson : ::smiles menacingly feeling the wenches stare:: Satanica: ::steping out into the light, looking at him:: Crimson : <w> as his voice carryes in a cold bitter wind that encircles her neck:: Miss me? Satanica: hmm, gee ::placing a finger on her chin:: let me think, NO ::smiles at him:: Crimson : ::laughs:: Satanica: ::smirks:: Crimson: Always loved a smirking wench! Do you stomp your feet and huff? Satanica: why dont you just fucking stop your jokes and get to the bloody point already ::watching him:: Crimson : ::laughs greaetly:: Satanica: ::smirks as he rolls her eyes:: Crimson: I blieve it is you who approached me, what do you desire Woman? Satanica: many things but I think its you who should ask the questions Crimson : Why is that? Satanica: gee, think Crimson : ::watches her as his fingers smooth his whiskers:: Hmmmmmmm........nothing that I can think of! Satanica: ::smacks his hands away:: you know, you should quite playing with yourself Crimson: ::backhands her knocking her back:: And you should not interrupt my musing! Satanica: ::falling to the floor as she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand as she looks to him:: you know, I could just raise the gold on your head ::she stands brushing herself off:: Crimson : I think you had better, I am worth more then 1000 gold Satanica: ::smirks:: Crimson : ::chuckles with a demonic cackle:: Satanica: ::sighs:: you know, you havnt caught me yet ::smiles:: Crimson : I know, I can feel your hunger Satanica: ::raises a brow:: what hunger? Crimson : To be my slave Satanica: ::slaps him:: over my weakest point Crimson : ::catches her wrists and pulls her hard against him,as he rapes her soul with his eyes:: That I am counting on Satanica: ::she gasps by the grab as she looks away from his eyes:: Crimson : ::his nostrils flare as he lowers his head and bites her shoulder leaving a mark in her flesh as bloodtrickles down his lips:: Satanica: ::screams and then growls:: let go of me ::she speaks the words through clenched teeth:: Crimson : ::he lifts his head as blood seep from her wound and smiles:: I'm pleased! Satanica: let go of me! Crimson: ::he looks hard into her eyes:: Its too late Should have thought of that earlier Satanica: too late for what? ::glears at him:: Crimson : <w> I will never let go of you! Satanica: ::growls at him:: you better Crimson : Mmmmmmm you taste delicious Satanica: ::she uses her other hand to back hand him:: Crimson : ::he takes the hit as his heasd is turned:: Satanica: now let me go Crimson : ::slowly his turns facing her and smiles:: Satanica: ::sighs:: let go fo my wrist Crimson: ::he lilfts her hand to his mouth and licks her palm:: Satanica: ::she jerks her hand away from him:: dont do that Crimson : I already have Satanica: ::mumbles:: I hate you Crimson : ::steps towards her:: What do you want Woman! I am pleased ::steps closer:: But I dont belileve you Satanica: ::growls:: you know, your form is out dated ::smiles:: Crimson : My form? Satanica: the style ::laughs:: Crimson : ::laughs:: Hell, I am not trying to set a precedent! Satanica: ::slaps him and turns her back to him as she walks:: Crimson : ::he garbs her hair and ynask her back towards him:: Satanica: ::she ends up falling back, unable to hold herself, she grabs his wrist and her hair:: Crimson : ::he pulls her back in the grass and places his foot on her throat:: What do you want with me Woman? Satanica: ::chokes as she looks to him:: just please let me go Crimson : I am afraid, I can no longer be merciful! Satanica: ::smirks:: Crimson : ::looks down at her and smiles:: Now what do you want? Satanica: ::sighs:: just take me and i'll make sure theres no trace on any wanted posters on your head Crimson : I am not concerend with the posters...............and I will take you...........but not now Satanica: if you do it now I promise you there will be no more posters Crimson: ::lifts his foot from her throat:: No Satanica: ::she takes a deep breath and rubs her neck still laying in the grass as she then sets up:: Crimson: ::he turns from her and <w>:: Soon.......Woman! Satanica: ::looks to him as she stands and again she brushes herself off:: Crimson : :he melds into the darkness:: Satanica: ::smirks:: Crimson: ::chuckles:: Satanica: ::she walks off and to home she goes to take a hot bath to relax in::