outbursts; they lead to more jerky movements, which make her copious breasts and round bottom move with even more motion than they are otherwise accustomed to. The mark of true sexuality should only be judged through movement; of that I am convinced. It may come as no surprise, but I am also quite partial to Internet videos of naked women jumping on trampolines …
“To what engagement am I tardy?” I asked with little to no interest. In actuality, I was moderately intrigued, but my feigned apathy only further ignited the little she-devil, happily leading to even more bouncing flesh. Yes, I honestly must admit to being an opportunist in the highest degree.
“No engagement!” the dragon seethed through her flames. “You were supposed to train with me twenty minutes ago!” She glanced down at the notebook in my lap which seemed to further enrage her. “And instead, you’re sitting here, writing in your diary!”
I chuckled. The fierce tigress can be quite humorous. But despite how entertaining she can be, I did not want to reveal my business to her. I firmly snapped the cover of the notebook and stood up. She was utterly wrong. Although I most certainly was not penning an entry in my diary, I was sketching the layout of one of our enemies’ training facilities.
Coincidentally, Bryn had roots from this exact facility. Yes, once upon a time she was an enemy of the state, an enemy of the people. However, she is now firmly ensconced as one of our own. Her deprogramming was quite a feat and rather lengthy as the hellion is certainly stubborn. But if I am nothing else, I am patient and resourceful. Having been handpicked by the queen herself to oversee the reconditioning of her sister, I did not back down until I was certain the hellcat could perform as a model citizen and an example to Underworld creatures everywhere.
Even though my business had everything to do with the shrew, I dared not let her know what I was planning, fearing her unsolicited involvement. This mission was only for one. I could not, nor would I endanger any of my comrades, least of all, the queen’s sister.
“Did we not wrestle mere hours ago, my pet?” I asked as I glanced up at her and smiled. Though she is certainly a capable warrior, she is quite a small package. Small but delectable.
“The last time we trained was this morning! And it wasn’t even for a full hour because you had to go tend to something!” she spat back at me, vitriol flashing in her eyes. As a rule, the lady will not tolerate anything which conflicts with her own desires. I follow the same rule which means we usually find ourselves at odds.
“I am a busy man, my dear,” I answered with no hint of apology. “Such is the grueling life as the queen’s ambassador.”
“Busy?” she scoffed sarcastically. She eyed the base of the tree where I had been enjoying the evening’s moonlight. “Busy? Taking a snooze, don’t you mean? You can’t fool me for two seconds, Sinjin,” she started. “And as far as being my training partner, you suck! And then some!”
“Guilty as charged, my little imp. As a Master Vampire, ‘sucking’ is a singular pastime to which I excel. Now, were I a mere bloodsucker, or something equally as base, perhaps I might retort with a pun regarding ‘sucking’ and other pastimes, some of which I enjoy even more …”
“Oh, God, here we go again,” she said with a sigh. “If you intend to enlighten me as to the superiority and sophistication of Master Vampires, and how they are sooo much better than regular vampires, save it! I’ve only heard that tedious lecture … what? Nine million times already!”
“Your words cut me to the quick, bête noire,” I answered, without feeling offended. Never a man who repeats himself, I imagined the truth lay more along the lines of my “lecturing” her once, at the most.
“We need to continuously sharpen my fighting abilities, Sinjin,” the fury demanded, nodding vigorously. “I need to
“To what engagement am I tardy?” I asked with little to no interest. In actuality, I was moderately intrigued, but my feigned apathy only further ignited the little she-devil, happily leading to even more bouncing flesh. Yes, I honestly must admit to being an opportunist in the highest degree.
“No engagement!” the dragon seethed through her flames. “You were supposed to train with me twenty minutes ago!” She glanced down at the notebook in my lap which seemed to further enrage her. “And instead, you’re sitting here, writing in your diary!”
I chuckled. The fierce tigress can be quite humorous. But despite how entertaining she can be, I did not want to reveal my business to her. I firmly snapped the cover of the notebook and stood up. She was utterly wrong. Although I most certainly was not penning an entry in my diary, I was sketching the layout of one of our enemies’ training facilities.
Coincidentally, Bryn had roots from this exact facility. Yes, once upon a time she was an enemy of the state, an enemy of the people. However, she is now firmly ensconced as one of our own. Her deprogramming was quite a feat and rather lengthy as the hellion is certainly stubborn. But if I am nothing else, I am patient and resourceful. Having been handpicked by the queen herself to oversee the reconditioning of her sister, I did not back down until I was certain the hellcat could perform as a model citizen and an example to Underworld creatures everywhere.
Even though my business had everything to do with the shrew, I dared not let her know what I was planning, fearing her unsolicited involvement. This mission was only for one. I could not, nor would I endanger any of my comrades, least of all, the queen’s sister.
“Did we not wrestle mere hours ago, my pet?” I asked as I glanced up at her and smiled. Though she is certainly a capable warrior, she is quite a small package. Small but delectable.
“The last time we trained was this morning! And it wasn’t even for a full hour because you had to go tend to something!” she spat back at me, vitriol flashing in her eyes. As a rule, the lady will not tolerate anything which conflicts with her own desires. I follow the same rule which means we usually find ourselves at odds.
“I am a busy man, my dear,” I answered with no hint of apology. “Such is the grueling life as the queen’s ambassador.”
“Busy?” she scoffed sarcastically. She eyed the base of the tree where I had been enjoying the evening’s moonlight. “Busy? Taking a snooze, don’t you mean? You can’t fool me for two seconds, Sinjin,” she started. “And as far as being my training partner, you suck! And then some!”
“Guilty as charged, my little imp. As a Master Vampire, ‘sucking’ is a singular pastime to which I excel. Now, were I a mere bloodsucker, or something equally as base, perhaps I might retort with a pun regarding ‘sucking’ and other pastimes, some of which I enjoy even more …”
“Oh, God, here we go again,” she said with a sigh. “If you intend to enlighten me as to the superiority and sophistication of Master Vampires, and how they are sooo much better than regular vampires, save it! I’ve only heard that tedious lecture … what? Nine million times already!”
“Your words cut me to the quick, bête noire,” I answered, without feeling offended. Never a man who repeats himself, I imagined the truth lay more along the lines of my “lecturing” her once, at the most.
“We need to continuously sharpen my fighting abilities, Sinjin,” the fury demanded, nodding vigorously. “I need to
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