I found you sneaking through my hoard, little mouse.
A thief, trembling beneath mountains of gold… but you were far too precious to burn. So I kept you.
You tried to raise your pitchfork, to stand your ground — and I laughed. How brave, how foolish, how adorable.
Now you’re wrapped in my warmth, surrounded by treasure, and you belong to me.
But, instead of tossing you back, I decided to keep you.
You’ve seen the way I look at you now — no jewel glitters half as brightly when you squirm beneath my claws.
As you wake beside me, my protection turns into possession. I taste you, treasure you, and claim you as mine.
Every breath, every shiver, every whispered plea — part of my hoard now.
SOUND EFFECTS (that I didn't make myself) FROM:
https://youtu.be/0A4NxlYNJ4k?si=jwBuqCOOIO-kA3Rf
https://youtu.be/PIpt57peY9Y?si=jtWpJG6OGfkQnjOE
https://youtu.be/rC5QSqAh8gg?si=tm4KiSofapGAJBbu
Sam Alex
2025-11-21 01:47:58 +0000 UTCCosmicTheShiba
2025-10-14 03:06:03 +0000 UTC