Lady Andariel
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She licked his ears with the whispers of her words. So softly they trickled from lips hued deep as blood red cranberry wine.
She touched his dark velvet skin, fingertips gently inscribing fanciful poetry. Drawing pictures like parisian lace, softly parting his hardened thighs.
She kissed him with her memories.
Decadently dripping delicious purrings of ecstasy. Drizzling sweet phrases like honey across his lips.
She danced elaborate, picturesque, burlesque-like paintings, his body her canvas, until he could not refuse the rhythms of her sweet, supple hips.
She exploded magnificently,
eloquently, her rich utterings so reverently upon his barely beating chest.
She spent him with webs of perfumed fairytales, weaving dark magic into the very tendrils of his being.
And he was taken prisoner to her passionate plyings, unable to resist. Forevermore locked within the words of her kiss.
The Lady Andariel 