[She's virginally tight, thanks to the handy little quirk of her body always returning itself to its original state, and so as soon as Dean enters her there's a short lived wince. She gets over the initial discomfort soon enough though, groaning as her back arches, thighs trembling ever so slightly as she gives herself over. Always playing the part of the predator can get a bit boring sometimes, you see, and while she's fully capable of turning the whole situation upside down as it were...why would she? There's no fear of the rough pads of digits that press against her throat, nor does she mind the sudden fullness she's forced to adapt to. Little fingers bunch and curl against the fabric of his shirt as she leans against him, pinned between his chest and the wall.
It won't take much to make her beg, if that's what Dean's after.
Ultimately Diva's a hedonist and whatever she consumed thanks to that little cherry pie is only making that trait of hers worse. She can't help but shoot Dean a half lidded look, licking her lips instinctively. The reins have been handed over to him after all, it's his move to make next.]
I'm so sorry this took 500 years
It won't take much to make her beg, if that's what Dean's after.
Ultimately Diva's a hedonist and whatever she consumed thanks to that little cherry pie is only making that trait of hers worse. She can't help but shoot Dean a half lidded look, licking her lips instinctively. The reins have been handed over to him after all, it's his move to make next.]
You're pretty eager, huh?