New chapter of the chapter about darknest and their World of Warcraft girls.
His stomach turned as he watched as the woman he wanted…the woman he shouldn’t have, walked towards the door. Casting aside his logic, Seraph headed towards the dresses and quickly removed the dagger still sheathed in his belt. Although he rarely praticed martial arts, he was still an elf and as such adept to some degree of weaponry. Flipping the dagger over and grabbing the point between his fingers, Seraph hurled it through the air and buried it deeply into the wood between the door frame and the door, locking the door in place. He feet defied his mind as he quickly walked over to Asb’el. His mind screamed at him to stop but his body ignored its requests. Grabbing his sister’s shoulders, Seraph spun her around and pinned her against the cold wood of the door. Not even thinking he leaned forward and kissed her deeply, his lips enveloping hers while his tongue dove into her mouth. Giving up its struggle, his mind relinquished its hold, but not without a parting word.
She was angry for a breif moment, the fact that her own brother had dared to raise a weapon to her, of all people, in her own home. She would normally have been spitting mad, but before she could turn around to launch herself at him in a fury, he swooped down on her, like a hawk on a rabbit, and devouring her in as much the same hungry fashion. She could feel the cold woood against the gold skin of her back, making her muffled squeal escape into his mouth as her back arched and pressed the front of her body against him. She melted against him completely, wrapping her hands around his shoulders and neck and letting her fingers twine with his dark hair. It was still as luxurious and soft as she’d remembered, still thick and utterly touchable.
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