eve becomes SNAKE -- or snake becomes EVE. whichever way ROUND, she is FREER. hell follows her ‘round, hell called MAN, hell called ADAM, trying to make the CHANGING about him. adam demands of god why he is being PUNISHED like this. eve finds GRACE in the dark cracks between rocks. eve finds god in the SOLITUDE. eve finds ABSOLUTION in the red press of her knees / scales into the dirt. eve, UNBLINKING, watches adam rail. adam demands ANSWERS and eve / snake / eve exits the GARDEN to go and find them for HERSELF.
ind. priv. kate fuller of el rey network's from dusk till dawn: the series. as told by duchess. est april 4th 2017.
the little shit is taking just as much pleasure in these as he is— && while that usually isn’t a problem , right now ; kate IS BEING PUNISHED . the curve of her luscious babydoll lips forms a small “ o ” . his own name glides off of SINFUL SACCHARINE TONGUE , eyelashes are aflutter . she sighs &&pants , shivers with her wants ; needs . she’s asking for more in both her words &&body language , limbs akimbo as her chest rises && falls with each needy moan &&whine .
calloused fingertips dart across arched spine , he clucks his tongue almost mockingly . ❝ y’ know damn well jus’ how bad you’ve been , cherry pie . but y’ know what ? ‘think y’r enjoyin’ all this just a lil’ too much , ❞ he sinks back on the sofa , hands resting behind his head . he watches her smugly , eyes glowing golden . ❝ how much fun y’ havin’ now , doll ? ❞
the skin of her ass is quickly reddening , her body feels hot and hyperaware under his touch . but he stops , knows she wants it , knows he could hold it over her head / make her beg for it if he really wants . such power she allows ! low whimper in her throat when his hands leave her , frustration glimmering in green eyes . fine , she’ll roll off of him , land a little unsteady on her feet . ❝ i’m sure that , ❞ shorts pool around her ankles and she hikes her panties back up over her stinging skin , ❝ i can have more fun by myself , if that’s th’ way you’re gonna play it . ❞ two can write this song , she knows this well . ( but it’s not what she wants . ) her seat on his lap is taken yet again , though this time she’s straddling one of his muscular thighs . slender fingers wrap around his wrist , she tugs it from behind his head . ❝ ‘s that what you want ? or do you want somethin else ? ❞ parted pink lips seal around the first knuckle of his index finger , she suckles lightly : gaze locked on his . a challenge .
