"This Year's Model" Part 3xenjnAugust 27 2010, 04:30:20 UTC
He toyed with his fingers behind his back, and slowly, agonizingly slowly he lifted his head so that she could see him properly. “K-Kronk…” He managed to say, his gaze anywhere but on her skin.
She wanted to feel his eyes on her.
Leaning foreword she put a hand to her ear, “What was that?” She spoke, a smile slithering it’s way onto her lips. “I couldn’t hear you~”
He winced at the request, and after a few deep breaths and light muttering to himself, he managed to straighten his spine. His arms came to his sides as he stopped fiddling with his fingers.
Once gaze touched her skin she felt she could moan. “Kronk…My name is Kronk.”
She had barely heard him.
Yzma allowed the silence to last only for a moment, just enough time to compose herself and make him start to sweat again before she spoke. Her tone was all lust and seduction as she sat back in her chair, puffing up her chest as she spoke. “Kronk…Is it? Pleased to meet you, Kronk.”
Her tone had drawn his gaze onto her skin yet again, and she felt a pleasant tingle move through her. Yzma closed her eyes for a split second to enjoy the sensation, before opening them once again.
They zeroed in on him, hunger and desire burning through his clothing as she imagined his well-toned chest, nude and hot and sleek with sweat, contracting with each puff of breath.
She kept this image in her mind as she interviewed him, her gaze did not falter and she knew he was aware of it. The way he squirmed under the gaze, squeezed his legs together and bit at his lips pleased her deeply.
From what she did hear of his words it was quite obvious that this boy had nowhere near the mental capacity to do the job she requested of him. But even still she could not resist, old desire was forcing his way into her again, making her long forgotten organs jolt and ache.
There was only one thing left to do.
”Kronk…” She began, interrupting him in mid speech about his meaningless qualifications. He immediately silenced himself, not at all offended with the interruption and instead awaiting her words eagerly.
Oh yes, she needed to make this one hers. “If I am to give you this job…” It was as though she had offered a treat to a starving puppy; his innocent doe eyes widened and the lean muscles in his arms began clenching in his excitement.
He could barely contain his smile, and she could barely hold back the powerful urge to smirk. Instead she licked her lips and leaned foreword; her low cut dress revealing what was left of her cleavage. “You must be prepared to do anything I ask of you…”
“Yes! Anything!” So, so eager. It excited her to no end. She wondered if she could get used to that kind of devotion.
”Ah, ah, ah,” She tsk-ed at him, wagging her finger with that sultry smile still on her lips. “You didn’t let me finish…” He suddenly seemed dejected, as though punishing himself for a horrible sin. Oh yes, he was perfect.
“As I was saying Kronk…if I give you this job you must be willing to do anything I ask of you, no exceptions, no questions asked. Whether it be sweeping the floors or killing the emperor himself, you must do anything I command.”
He seemed to understand it then, and his doe eyes widened even more (was that even possible?)
Perhaps it was her tone that gave it away, dripping with a sadistic desire, her entire body ached for it and she found herself continuously squeezing her legs together. However she hid her body’s reactions well and instead leaned against the arm rest, her long body extended and her chin resting on the back of her fingers.
His sun kissed skin paled lightly as he realized her intentions, and the word left him in a quiet whisper. “…Anything?”
Her grin only widened. “Yes Kronk, anything.” It was then Yzma decided. If she couldn’t have the boy, nobody would. Regardless of his answer she would taste him.
She wanted to feel his eyes on her.
Leaning foreword she put a hand to her ear, “What was that?” She spoke, a smile slithering it’s way onto her lips. “I couldn’t hear you~”
He winced at the request, and after a few deep breaths and light muttering to himself, he managed to straighten his spine. His arms came to his sides as he stopped fiddling with his fingers.
Once gaze touched her skin she felt she could moan. “Kronk…My name is Kronk.”
She had barely heard him.
Yzma allowed the silence to last only for a moment, just enough time to compose herself and make him start to sweat again before she spoke. Her tone was all lust and seduction as she sat back in her chair, puffing up her chest as she spoke. “Kronk…Is it? Pleased to meet you, Kronk.”
Her tone had drawn his gaze onto her skin yet again, and she felt a pleasant tingle move through her. Yzma closed her eyes for a split second to enjoy the sensation, before opening them once again.
They zeroed in on him, hunger and desire burning through his clothing as she imagined his well-toned chest, nude and hot and sleek with sweat, contracting with each puff of breath.
She kept this image in her mind as she interviewed him, her gaze did not falter and she knew he was aware of it. The way he squirmed under the gaze, squeezed his legs together and bit at his lips pleased her deeply.
From what she did hear of his words it was quite obvious that this boy had nowhere near the mental capacity to do the job she requested of him. But even still she could not resist, old desire was forcing his way into her again, making her long forgotten organs jolt and ache.
There was only one thing left to do.
”Kronk…” She began, interrupting him in mid speech about his meaningless qualifications. He immediately silenced himself, not at all offended with the interruption and instead awaiting her words eagerly.
Oh yes, she needed to make this one hers. “If I am to give you this job…” It was as though she had offered a treat to a starving puppy; his innocent doe eyes widened and the lean muscles in his arms began clenching in his excitement.
He could barely contain his smile, and she could barely hold back the powerful urge to smirk. Instead she licked her lips and leaned foreword; her low cut dress revealing what was left of her cleavage. “You must be prepared to do anything I ask of you…”
“Yes! Anything!” So, so eager. It excited her to no end. She wondered if she could get used to that kind of devotion.
”Ah, ah, ah,” She tsk-ed at him, wagging her finger with that sultry smile still on her lips. “You didn’t let me finish…” He suddenly seemed dejected, as though punishing himself for a horrible sin. Oh yes, he was perfect.
“As I was saying Kronk…if I give you this job you must be willing to do anything I ask of you, no exceptions, no questions asked. Whether it be sweeping the floors or killing the emperor himself, you must do anything I command.”
He seemed to understand it then, and his doe eyes widened even more (was that even possible?)
Perhaps it was her tone that gave it away, dripping with a sadistic desire, her entire body ached for it and she found herself continuously squeezing her legs together. However she hid her body’s reactions well and instead leaned against the arm rest, her long body extended and her chin resting on the back of her fingers.
His sun kissed skin paled lightly as he realized her intentions, and the word left him in a quiet whisper. “…Anything?”
Her grin only widened. “Yes Kronk, anything.” It was then Yzma decided. If she couldn’t have the boy, nobody would. Regardless of his answer she would taste him.
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