Title: Wyrl Watches Olivia
Type: story-poetry
During the time of Ancient Rome
I watched her, hungrily
From behind stone pillars
And cloth curtains
I tread dangerously
Filling her with my lust
I monitored when he, Augustus, took her to bed
I timed it perfectly. I will make my move today and romance her, I will make her mine.
I come into my human form,
Trails of crystals following behind until they dissipate
And I am fully human
I am already known as the Romans' slave
So I was welcomed into their abode
And that's where I caught her,
Inside her room,
Sitting on a bed canopied with drapes
Herself covered in drapes, her eyes staring into the void…looking into space
"Olivia?" I call, and she flinches.
"Oh, Wyrl..."
She does not know what I am
She seems unchanged by my intrusion
If I were still walking the Earth, you could see the resemblance that the men of my blood, Karrucci, share
I talk sweet poetry to her
And I tell her how much I want her
I go nearer to her, closer to my goal
Emotions escalate when I touch her cheek
She welcomes my kiss
And another
And another
I apply my talents to her
Making her yelp and quiver with my tongue
Making her desire more
You know what happens
You know my history
All there is to tell is that I gave her the best of my dragonian seed
And for nine months, August unknowingly cooed at my child that she held
A Karrucci was bulging inside of her.
What will I name him?
No. I'll leave that up to her.
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