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OOC I know there's no mention of such things, nor any mechanics, but I thought a Rut idea would be just cool, especially for Thyrsus, and this scene was just too good to pass up.
Rosethorn's fingernails gouged into the wood of the desk, and her breath rasped in her throat as she sobbed with the need of the rut. Her heart pounded as every scent teased her, every touch sending shivers through her overly-sensetized skin.
( Would she offer me her hunger? )
She bathed and preened, marking herself with scented oils and ritual powders and paints, dressing to enhance her most tempting features. Many hours of grooming later, she looked in the mirror and smiled sharply- even in her half-starved state, she looked devastating, a wolf that made her prey want to be eaten, a sexual predator of the highest order. The need had changed, sharpened to a single point, a focus, sated for now with the promise of soon. It shaped her, moulded her, until her lips promised pleasure and cruelty, and her eyes spoke of passion and torment.
( ...Again, will she offer me her hunger? )
Rosethorn wove the spell of temptation easily as she seduced the girl. A light touch on a bare arm, a turn or two of suggestive dancing, a moment of eye contact held too long, and Samantha was a quivering mess, begging this stranger to come back to her flat, to do something, anything to her.
( ...And will she starve without me? (And this is the point where it gets Un-work-safe) )
She found herself a taxi back to her building, and after what felt like forever stumbled into her apartment. She turned on the shower full blast, and started removing her clothes with shaking hands, not caring if they tore- she would never wear them again.
Something glinted on the floor, and she bent to pick it up. She let out a low cry of despair as she realised what it was. A sapphire ring, mounted in white gold, a broken promise.
She kissed the ring softly as she stepped into the shower, begging it in shuddering breaths to forgive her for what she had done, and slipped it back onto the fourth finger of her left hand as she wept.
Rosethorn's fingernails gouged into the wood of the desk, and her breath rasped in her throat as she sobbed with the need of the rut. Her heart pounded as every scent teased her, every touch sending shivers through her overly-sensetized skin.
( Would she offer me her hunger? )
She bathed and preened, marking herself with scented oils and ritual powders and paints, dressing to enhance her most tempting features. Many hours of grooming later, she looked in the mirror and smiled sharply- even in her half-starved state, she looked devastating, a wolf that made her prey want to be eaten, a sexual predator of the highest order. The need had changed, sharpened to a single point, a focus, sated for now with the promise of soon. It shaped her, moulded her, until her lips promised pleasure and cruelty, and her eyes spoke of passion and torment.
( ...Again, will she offer me her hunger? )
Rosethorn wove the spell of temptation easily as she seduced the girl. A light touch on a bare arm, a turn or two of suggestive dancing, a moment of eye contact held too long, and Samantha was a quivering mess, begging this stranger to come back to her flat, to do something, anything to her.
( ...And will she starve without me? (And this is the point where it gets Un-work-safe) )
She found herself a taxi back to her building, and after what felt like forever stumbled into her apartment. She turned on the shower full blast, and started removing her clothes with shaking hands, not caring if they tore- she would never wear them again.
Something glinted on the floor, and she bent to pick it up. She let out a low cry of despair as she realised what it was. A sapphire ring, mounted in white gold, a broken promise.
She kissed the ring softly as she stepped into the shower, begging it in shuddering breaths to forgive her for what she had done, and slipped it back onto the fourth finger of her left hand as she wept.
