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Little bird,
When you bumped into me you were so beautiful in that far too tight dress, the sight of your teats begging to be freed from their prison only brought water to my mouth. I told you how pretty you looked in the sun little bird, but what I truly meant was you would look sublime in my bed.
Little bird, believe my words, you really found a buggering slave in me. I’d be willing to crawl at your feet to sleep on the floor by your bed every night and be no more than a dirty rug for you to set your pretty feet upon. That is far more than you’ll ever get from any of those buggering knights you love so much, isn’t it? They kneel - that’s a fact - yet, will they crawl?
I know such confessions coming from the likes of me will overwhelm you little bird, you’ll be scared out of your wits at learning the intensity of my lust for you, but I plead don’t be for all I crave is to let you know the bliss you deserve. I hear you say that you are promised to another, yet he doesn’t deserve you or please you, so why not allow me to pleasure you? ‘But I must stay a maiden!’ you object. That’s a fucking pity, nevertheless there are ways I could please you whilst leaving you intact, as if you had never been touched and were still as pure as a bloody newborn.
I’d fucking kill an army of men to get more from you, but I’ll gladly satisfy myself being a mere dog and lick that unsoiled cunt of yours; I’d drink every last drop of your sweet juice and still have thirst for more. I wouldn’t stop there. My tongue aches to get a taste of your undoubtedly lovely little arsehole. I would nuzzle it and kiss it as softly as you dream of pressing your lips to those damned valorous knights.
Oh, I hear you complain, that’s filthy! Listen to my bloody words: nothing about the goddess that you are could ever repel me. Besides, I’m certain that little arsehole of yours is as adorable as a burgeoning flower. Even if that was all you’d ever give, I wouldn’t find it in me to complain and I’d lick it with a hunger you could never have foreseen.
Notwithstanding my eagerness to fill your little behind with my tongue, I’d also find that nervous little nub and caress it until you shook in my hands and your insides exploded in ecstasy. You would moan and squeal until you barely had a voice left to ask for more, but oh if you did I’d comply and fuck you all through the night as I know you truly long me to. No matter that you don’t realise it yet; and afterwards you wouldn’t care about that damned maidenhead of yours. No, you wouldn’t, that’s a bloody given. You really shouldn’t anyway.
Take your time thinking about my proposition, little bird, and although I’m a patient man, I won’t lie and pretend that you little bird are not all I can think about these days. You know I’ll be drinking the sight of you, watching every step you take until I hear from you.
Your obedient and ever lustful dog.
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