<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><em>"This was retrieved from her pretty neck.. right after she was slain, of course. Queen Murtubak was quite insistent about dying with it."</em><br/><br/>Zara sucked in her lower lip as he spoke, listening to the tale that he recanted with wide eyes. Her tongue idly played with the silver piercing along her lower lip, Of course, such a gruesome tales would leave most women feeling sick to their stomach, completely turned off by the idea of bedding such a cruel man. Zara, on the other hand...she felt her nipples tighten and her sex quiver in anticipation as she looked at the piece of jewelry and then at the man before her.  She wanted to wear it.<br/><br/>She was going to wear it.<br/><br/>Shifting slightly until she moved right before him, Zara raised her hands up and slowly began to remove his pressed shirt, her movements methodical, not at all seductive as she undressed him. It wasn't until his torse became exposed that Zara spoke, and it was after she pressed a soft kiss against his chest, making sure to nip the flesh that she had just kissed. Her hazel eyes raised up as she said in a breathless voice, the excitement quivering in her voice, "I want to wear it..."<br/><br/>Her fingertips slid upwards to slowly push his shirt until it fell off his shoulder. As it fell, she slid up until she was on her knees on the bed, her eyes not quite level with his. Her lips curved into an eager, evil smile as she leaned close and licked his collarbone slowly, her voice low and demanding, but with a hint of submission, "Let me wear it as you take me..." She wanted him to see it upon her body as he fucked her; as he ravished her body just like he had ravished the royal Queen.<br/><br/>Zara raised her hand up to brush her hair aside, exposing the scar along the top of one breast. Her eyes began to burn as she smiled, knowing that even if he had wanted someone to make love to, he had chosen her. And deep down inside, she could feel the control within him ready to snap. She was going to make him snap; she <em>wanted</em> to feel him snap under the strain she would put on his body. As if to further drive home her personal promise, she rubbed her chest against his own, quivering as her nipples caressed his flesh, her whimper caught in the back of her throat.<br/><br/>She watched him, challenging him; daring him to deny her what she wanted.</span>