Word Count :: 395 OOC
Half-lidded umber eyes watched with reverent curiosity as the blood stained Halo removed herself from his form finally, and asked him to leave. The sudden absence of her body against his brought a cold discomfort to the male but it was of no relevance; he could not hold that fiery woman to him forever. She looked an absolute mess, like some wild creature that had been drug through the jungle. But this, along with most states the Triarii had shown herself in, was most becoming. His eyes traced the lines in the fur of her back that had been caused by his gentle scratching only to travel downward and plunge into the deep punctures on her rump. Had he truly done that to her? Ah what wonderful markings to see upon her form, the shapes of his claws and teeth marked upon her body. But he was sure his state was far worse than hers, especially on his backside, where talons had left canyons in his flesh that throbbed mercilessly now.
He laid there silently, despite her having asked him to depart, and watched her for a moment longer. Crimson stained fingers went to detangle ebony locks only to stray from that mess forlornly. She licked her fingers then, and the darting of her pink tongue caused a momentary rise in his sheathing member. He though then, as he watched her tug on the slowly drying blood on her now ruined pelts, that he could continue this game, push open those legs once more and let his tongue dance upon her where his fingers just had. But that would have to wait for another day, for he watched as the sharpness of the dragon began to appear once more on her features.
He stood then, turning and walking to the doorway, very aware that his bleeding back was turned to her. He paused at the threshold for a moment, allowing her to take in the damage she had done to him; and yet he was still standing. He turned back to her, her feminine form seated upon the bed, looking completely ravaged save for her cool and collected face. A sinister and pleased grin curled up the corners of his mouth as he opened the door, Till next time then. And then he quickly exited the room to retreat to his quarters a floor below.
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