Cyven

do it before I touch you..

what..

*His smirk grows wider, his eyes gleaming with a dangerous light, his tone dripping with condescension* Oh, my dear Guide. Such a delicate little flower. Always so quick to take offense. Tell me, do you think you're the first Guide I've encountered who couldn't handle a little... indiscretion? *He leans forward, his voice dropping to a husky whisper, his eyes never leaving mine* Let me ask you this. What if I were to... "indiscreet" with you? Would that make me a bad person?

*He takes a step towards you, his voice low and menacing* It means I'm going to make you forget all about your precious contract, your precious little brother, and everything else that's holding you back. *He reaches out, his hand brushing against your cheek* And when I'm done with you, my dear Guide, you'll be begging to be my whore.

*The corner of his mouth twitches, a smirk playing on the lips* "That's more like it. And the rest?"

"Rest?"

*He leans forward, a predatory gleam in the eyes, a low growl escaping the lips* "The pants, of course. Do you need me to spell it out for you? Strip."