M-Slaves to our Instincts
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He was happy now, the anger gone from his form, finally happy that she had gotten rid of the venom. For a normal couple their spat might have been the end of it, but it seemed fitting. They where two warriors, anger and settling things differently might have just been the way they were. Although it did pain him now to think he had hurt her. The brute let out a mocking growl as she attempted to dethrone him, teeth barring down between where her leg and chest joined, seeking to find a spot he had found not so long ago that elicited a fury of giggles and snorts from her. It was all a designed ploy though, to tickle in one spot and roll her onto her paws in another.

For tickling and soft cuddling weren’t his objectives, his original objective of filling her belly full of puppies was back on his brain. His nose again getting a good dose of that fiery scent with each inhale and he had a strong idea of where it was coming from. But one thing clung to his mind, if they needed to communicate more he might want to say something first.

“Oh dearest, you haven’t noticed anything different about you have you?” he said with a hint of mischief. "You seem to smell different" His nose sniffing along her form, keeping his weight on her. His wandering nose slowly came to rest just above the base of her tail, before moving between it to the treasure beneath. His nose returned back from his little exploration and his voice spoke again "And it seems to be very strong here my dear," he was taking his turn at not just coming out and saying it.


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