ASHARA VLADIMIRESCU.

@empyreallycan @empyreallykos — fingers around his manhood and stroking him softly. “What do you think? An hour is not a lot of time,” she teased him.

@empyreallycan @empyreallykos — tangled her fingers through his hair and gripped onto it tightly, keeping his mouth firmly pressed onto hers. The healer had said no strenuous activity. She’d be very gentle with him. “Hmm,” she moaned against his mouth as she slid a hand between their legs, wrapping her —

@empyreallycan @empyreallykos — did, he would try to kill her. It was in their nature. This, this was a dream and she would have to wake up eventually.

@empyreallycan @empyreallykos — did not deserve this man. He was good and kind and sweet, and she was dead. She had no breath of life, no heart beat. She was a shell. He would see that sooner rather than later, Ashara knew, and he would grow tired of her. He would see her for what she was and when he —

@empyreallycan @empyreallykos — an end. For fuck sake, I have to kill those creatures in order to survive. I’m not… I’m not like you, Alek. I’m not a good person.”

@empyreallycan @empyreallykos — centaur. Helped me kill it because I wasn’t strong enough to do it myself. He didn’t turn me in to the authorities. Or to the werewolves. I’ve been trying to repay his kindness ever since. I was just trying to survive doing this job. That was all it was. A job. A means to —