"Being a witch, you are in trouble no matter you want or not. Even if you do nothing harmful, you will still be targeted. now that you are already on this way, you must accept me for your safety, and yet you want to throw me off! '
His face darkened as he said this, the fingers that had been gently stroking her chin suddenly tightened, and he swung her chin sharply aside and sat down angrily beside her.
What a fucking fickle snake! Wynne was irritated.
Unfortunately, he was right. Today's might just be an appetizer, the future what she would face, even the destruction of heaven and earth.
However, from the experience, Wynne realized that since when she was on the way of witch, what she barely needed was fear, escape, and cowardice, but more what she needed was courage and improvement of her own skills.
She took a deep breath changing her attitude and went over to appease the ever-changing snake man. She stood behind him and reached out gently fondling his face, and sliding down toward his chest, at his two little papillule, kneading them with her soft hands until they turned hard. He squinted joyfully, pulled her into his arms, and set her on his lap.
"If you keep your word, call that damn cat out, i need to meet him!" He whispered, and bent down, nibbling at her earlobe.
For a moment Wynne wondered if something was wrong with her ears. Dooley wanted to see Gane? A cat and a snake, by their very nature, might be natural enemies. He's not trying to pick a fight with Gane, wouldn't he?
"Don't worry, I'm not going to beat your precious Kitty. Besides, he has declared you Lord, according to your human first-come etiquette, i'm his senior brother." Said Dooley, grabbed her hand, fondling the wounds on.
"If you weren't so stubborn and had listened to me," he said sadly, "wouldn't it hurt so much?" He scoffed, watching her hands in pity.
Amazingly, after his stroke, the wounds which had been made by the dead body were all healed! Although he had treated the cut on her lips before, she could not help but stare in shock at the sight of the hand that had just recovered.
"Well? Do you feel better now?" 'he asked her. Wynne nodded excitedly.
"Can you spirit all help your master heal the wound?" 'she asked happily.
"Not quite." Said Dooley, triumphantly, went to the bed, lying down, and patted the place in front of his chest for her to join.
"Only a small number of highly trained reptile spirits can do this." Said Dooley.
Wynne lay meekly down, feeling the temperature of the hand that was caressing her face was rising.
"Don't you notice how roseate you've become since when you've been with me?" Dooley whispered. His voice became hoarse and his breathing heavier.
"Really?" Wynne touched her face a little confused. The feeling of her skin was much more delicate than before. It reminded her of what George had said to her in the car during the day about how beautiful she had become.
"How did you make me beautiful?" "She asked, puzzled.
"Oh..definitely my sex did, my little wynne!" Dooley gave her a bad smile, and then kissed her with his moist and hot lips.
His tongue moved nimbly into her lips, invading her territory as if he had sworn that she belonged to him. Their tongues tangled and their panting grew louder and louder. Suddenly he stopped and let go of her.
"I saved your life today. You should take the initiative in thanking me now." Said Dooley, smiling dirty.
"You sat there, i'll teach you next... ..." He said, pointing to the position of his chest, and lying next to her.