09-04-2020, 11:01 PM
When the woman- Oriena? had looked at her she felt electricity shoot through her. It wasn't just the magic, though there was that. She felt the same...connection to her as she did the other women. No. This gloriously dark goddess looked at her and...and Rena felt as if she owned her- she was a plaything the woman might decide to toy with...
...and Rena felt an alien thirst in her. Simple objectification normally turned her off. Despite her career- the fact that her face and body was a commodity and canvas against which to show off clothing and- more intangibly- the lifestyle of affluence and beauty- despite all that, she did not like being treated as a mere bauble.
And yet the thrill was there all the same. A hunger deeper that she could explained. The desire to submit and to be owned and, and, and...she couldn't even find the right word as hard as she tried. Whatever it was, she wanted it from this woman and no one else.
She felt a stab of jealousy as she turned her attention to Ilesha and then Juls- and then one of the men who suddenly rose to leave. The stab became a flame and a part of her longed to embrace the magic and...do something. Maybe the kind of stuff she'd seen Juls do.
Yet she stood, rooted, a rabbit unable to move or to squeak even. In a trance, feeling lost and a fool, her eyes hungrily followed this focus of dark power that had manifested itself.
Despite herself, a word formed, barely peeking out from her lips."Maleficent" she breathed.
...and Rena felt an alien thirst in her. Simple objectification normally turned her off. Despite her career- the fact that her face and body was a commodity and canvas against which to show off clothing and- more intangibly- the lifestyle of affluence and beauty- despite all that, she did not like being treated as a mere bauble.
And yet the thrill was there all the same. A hunger deeper that she could explained. The desire to submit and to be owned and, and, and...she couldn't even find the right word as hard as she tried. Whatever it was, she wanted it from this woman and no one else.
She felt a stab of jealousy as she turned her attention to Ilesha and then Juls- and then one of the men who suddenly rose to leave. The stab became a flame and a part of her longed to embrace the magic and...do something. Maybe the kind of stuff she'd seen Juls do.
Yet she stood, rooted, a rabbit unable to move or to squeak even. In a trance, feeling lost and a fool, her eyes hungrily followed this focus of dark power that had manifested itself.
Despite herself, a word formed, barely peeking out from her lips."Maleficent" she breathed.