04-05-2019, 08:59 PM
“Oh, I quake.” She chewed her lip, lit by a smile. Amusement rippled genuine for the threat. “I do hope that’s a promise?”
Her business was death, and the warm flush of bodily secretion against her thighs barely registered. Dead things created worse messes, and fear or pleasure made little difference to the cat-like inspection she gave prey fallen disappointingly limp. Nhysa leaned back a little to contemplate the question, tipping a slender shoulder. “Depends how quickly you learn the lesson? Or maybe how sweetly daddy begs?” She hovered closer to trace a thumb across his clammy forehead. A smirk lingered as her gaze tracked the seap of lethargy. “Or perhaps it’s already happening? Close your eyes, dear one. See if you wake up.”
Beneath the heavy line of her fringe, her attention split for a moment. The shadows pulled at the corner of her eyes as the dark prowled just beyond her line of sight. Impatience had nipped retaliation for her abandonment of the tunnels hours before, a familiar tug in this direction or that. But now she could almost feel the purr as it watched, curious. When she looked down at Jaxen again, it was with eyes narrowed by her own curiosity, presently parted for a smile.
Nhysa laughed and finally climbed off. “If you are to die, Jaxen, then you shall be saved for the very last, as befits the weight of your ego. Death is no punishment. We all die.” She smiled sweetly with that promise as she drifted from his line of sight. “Let me get the lights. All the better to watch your world burn, one precious bit at a time.” Darkness flooded cold a moment later, and soft steps brought her behind his chair. Fingers pinched his chin, angling his head as a screen flickered into life ahead.
Her business was death, and the warm flush of bodily secretion against her thighs barely registered. Dead things created worse messes, and fear or pleasure made little difference to the cat-like inspection she gave prey fallen disappointingly limp. Nhysa leaned back a little to contemplate the question, tipping a slender shoulder. “Depends how quickly you learn the lesson? Or maybe how sweetly daddy begs?” She hovered closer to trace a thumb across his clammy forehead. A smirk lingered as her gaze tracked the seap of lethargy. “Or perhaps it’s already happening? Close your eyes, dear one. See if you wake up.”
Beneath the heavy line of her fringe, her attention split for a moment. The shadows pulled at the corner of her eyes as the dark prowled just beyond her line of sight. Impatience had nipped retaliation for her abandonment of the tunnels hours before, a familiar tug in this direction or that. But now she could almost feel the purr as it watched, curious. When she looked down at Jaxen again, it was with eyes narrowed by her own curiosity, presently parted for a smile.
Nhysa laughed and finally climbed off. “If you are to die, Jaxen, then you shall be saved for the very last, as befits the weight of your ego. Death is no punishment. We all die.” She smiled sweetly with that promise as she drifted from his line of sight. “Let me get the lights. All the better to watch your world burn, one precious bit at a time.” Darkness flooded cold a moment later, and soft steps brought her behind his chair. Fingers pinched his chin, angling his head as a screen flickered into life ahead.