User blog comment:HoundTheDestroyer93/Ask Hound And Samia/@comment-28358106-20161130175813/@comment-28358106-20161201215950

She pauses, looking up, her tongue out. She stops.

"Hmm? Oh, no doubt.  Big daddy's gonna be pissed like there's no tomorrow, which in my case, there isn't.  Makes punishment lot scarier when you consider that tomorrow never comes, doesn't it, my bronzed boy?"

As she pulls closer, one hand, warm and soft, reaches in and under his coat, wrapping around him, tracing the contours of his back. The other reaches up and strokes his nape.

"Fear, pain, and pleasure...there isn't much distinguishing between them. That's my lesson for you today.  I can smell all three on you now, as it churns beneath your good manners.  Im scared too, because Big daddy will probably destroy me, and make me new again."

Marcus can smell the perfume mixed with her own sweat as she pushes close, her legs straddling his. "He will probably do it ten thousand times before he gets tired of me. It terrifies me, honestly.  And it should.  Nothing terrifies me more...except maybe the thought of missing out..."

She moves close.

"...On this...where our fear and exhilaration brings us together like nothing else can. In our private prison..."

She leans in and nuzzles him once before wrapping her lips around his earlobe, sucking...

There is a clumsy burst of blue flame and Hound finds himself on the ground, his back leaning against a rock. Cyndwella is in her true form, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. She wobbles a bit.

"Oh. Mmf.  That was...incredible.  Oh hell yes...HELL yes..."

She totters unsteadily, her torso balancing on her cage. "That was...ooh...I'm getting dishy. Oh my goodnesh.  That wash...shomethin' elsh.  What th' fugg...*hic*..."

Her eyelids droop and her pupils dialate as her head wobbles.