Please. [The word twists his face into a snarl the equivalent of fuck you.] And I suppose when I was but a child I was still the fox in the henhouse?
[Only monsters and apprentices of Satan were said to have red hair; he had sawed off clumps of it with a knife, once, when he was young, distraught when it grew in the same, fiercely and stubbornly red, as unchangeable as his eyes. But of the few things in life he's made peace with over time, his appearance is one of them, having become both his weapon and his armour with every drop of ink scratched into him and cold metal bead pushed through his skin.]
You give yourself far too much credit. My desire of you flesh came of no wily persuasion of your own. You simply happened to exist in my presence at a time when I hungered for more than demon cunt. Or do you mean to tell me you've studied under succubi and incubi [he sweeps his hands through the air, fingers fanned out] and cast some manner of spell on me without my knowing?
[What Isaac learned of sex, or at least, of pleasure, of lubricants, and clever turns of his wrist and angles of penetration, was from those creatures mocking his clumsy roughness and his ignorance, when he first lay with them. Devil only knows how many cambions he helped spawn in his time.]
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Please. [The word twists his face into a snarl the equivalent of fuck you.] And I suppose when I was but a child I was still the fox in the henhouse?
[Only monsters and apprentices of Satan were said to have red hair; he had sawed off clumps of it with a knife, once, when he was young, distraught when it grew in the same, fiercely and stubbornly red, as unchangeable as his eyes. But of the few things in life he's made peace with over time, his appearance is one of them, having become both his weapon and his armour with every drop of ink scratched into him and cold metal bead pushed through his skin.]
You give yourself far too much credit. My desire of you flesh came of no wily persuasion of your own. You simply happened to exist in my presence at a time when I hungered for more than demon cunt. Or do you mean to tell me you've studied under succubi and incubi [he sweeps his hands through the air, fingers fanned out] and cast some manner of spell on me without my knowing?
[What Isaac learned of sex, or at least, of pleasure, of lubricants, and clever turns of his wrist and angles of penetration, was from those creatures mocking his clumsy roughness and his ignorance, when he first lay with them. Devil only knows how many cambions he helped spawn in his time.]