Hairless PussyThe hero is hauled in by two of her guards. The villainess turns her chair, slowly around so that she may look upon him dramatically, petting the hairless cat in her lap. With her legs open, the cat does well to hide what is within her miniskirt. The hero slowly smiles, trying to hold back a laugh. The villainess tilts her head, curious as to what he finds so funny. The hero nods his head at her lap and explains. "I see you have a hairless pussy".
The villainess gasps, her attempt to close her legs quickly scaring the cat off of her lap. She watches it scurry away with a relieved sigh. With her legs held tightly together, she places a hand on her forehead and the other on the hem of her skirt, tugging it down.
The hero laughs in honest amusement, her guards failing at keeping their giggles at bay.
MY EnchantressYou are unforgivable, little witch
You were forced to capture me
To used me in your masters thirst for dark magic
You who reminded me so much of my last captor
A mage like you, only you did not hurt me
You seemed to hate everything you were doing
You draw the animals, along with mine
You seemed so fragile, so use to pain
But then you acted as if you enjoyed your masters will
Only you were just acting, that night you had to use me in front of them all
I thought you to be a little witch of pure lies
They told me you did well to make me believe you were fragile and abused
Only you really were fragile and abused
I was stuck hating you with the lie they told me
You were stuck wishing I'd kill you before you'd ever go back to that monster
He summoned the very daemons of the banished world
You and I were his best chance of opening it
Finally from your cooperation and making our animals stir without knowing
I finally uncovered the truth I had all along
You are not a witch, you are an enchantre
The Snow Takes Him AwayStepping into a waft of warmth that sets my chilled skin into a slight shock. This thresh hold a deep cherry wood, warmly lit in such a way it gives off comfy and sometimes seductive emotion. The emotion set for tonight though, is honest love. The heavy, sure sound of the door locking home finishes the feeling of being inside his home. The smell of food comes around the corner to smack my hunger around. Flustered and now hungry, I am here to have dinner with his family. As if his gift at prom last night was not enough. He gave it to me in front of everyone. I look down at the ring. The lights set in the ceiling above making the diamonds sparkle in such a way it makes me glare at the ring. Irritated, I ask. "How much did you spend on it?" I turn my glare onto him, his grin giving no sign of telling.
"I'll never tell." Of course he would say that. His hand steals mine and he leads me around the corner, though the neatly messed kitchen, and into the dining room where his mother turns. She