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Burning embers flared with her hunger—her thirst to see the demon thread forth within the gilded hues of eyes so different yet so devilishly similar to her own. She had seen his dark passenger and watched him to rise up to bathe her in her own blood. Her desires were wrong and twisted like the soul glaring out through her fiery eyes, but she was a product of her environment, and only knew this pleasure when it was more or less forced on her. But disgust had turned to acceptance, and acceptance had turned into desire for just this kind of treatment. One would think a woman such as she would demand full control, outside as well as inside of her bed chamber, but this wasn’t the case. She would never willingly let go completely, but there was no fire sweeter than that brought on by pain and blood, and power. If Helotes had the power to pin her down and take her wild form, then he would win her ability to cherish him forever
To him it could seem a switch simply turned to change the outcome of their short, little game, but as the viper, she had waited, waited for her prey to come to her. And she had passed the requirements she had set out for him, and walked through the ring of fire unscathed. But he wouldn’t return in one piece, she was going to make sure of that. A pregnant snarl whistled through her exposed set of pearly teeth as his paws forced her lower body down against his, and she writhed against his member, though the moistness between her legs insisted that this was really the one thing she craved from him. He was beautiful and perfect; his genes matching her own, and his frame large and masculine with firm, prominent muscles flowing beneath the lovely darkness of his fur. She wasn’t in a stage where she could conceive, but she would welcome his seed regardless, for she had judged him worthy at last.
The beat of her wicked heart had already crazed the pulse leaping through her body, and her breath rose to match its pace, carrying with it the sweet and urgent hum of approaching carnal pleasures. Fingers entwined into his rich hair as his hot breath and burning tongue moved from the hollow of her throat and down to the full curves of her sensitive breasts. Deep currents of unbearable electricity radiated from his insistent, moist touch, and ran lower to gather in the increased heat of her lustful womanhood. Arms embraced her neck with the need to goad him on, for she couldn’t bear the thought of him stopping now. She was brutal and merciless, but even more so when engulfed by a maddening desire, and in the heat of the moment, thought no longer had a place in her consciousness. Only in the eye of war was she allowed moments of clarity free of interferences, except for when she participated in this act. And so she let her claws turn on him, piercing through fur and skin free the blood racing under the surface at the back of his neck.
Another fierce snarl rose from the depths of her creamy throat as his teeth sunk into her shoulder, only a moment before he pushed his tool into her. She pressed her weight downwards to meet the welcome intrusion, feeling him fill her. It felt unbearable, but she craved more. Her clawed fingers caressed his broad, muscular neck and shoulders, and while they might have threatened to penetrate his skin before, she didn’t care anymore. He had come to her, willingly, and she had warned him. It was his fault for not heeding her subtle warnings. The Triarii’s defect cousin might have offered him love and warmth, but Halo wanted to maim and ruin, only to be destroyed in the process. That was part of her madness, and her father’s before her. Her blood was wicked and wrong, though it was pure and beautiful because it carried her family’s unique, delicious curse. The Lykois were frowned upon because they were mindless beast, and that was all she wished to be, right now.
The male took action on his own, and within a moment it was she that was pinned down beneath his heavy form, thrusting against her in a successful race to throw her into madness. She let him shift her leg to allow him better passage, and the sharp nails adorning her feet latched themselves to his flesh. Teeth had released her and left merely shallow puncture wounds within the glorious colour of her coat, and the pain was hardly noticeable at all. A shame, for the mix of pain and pleasure was the best one there was. She didn’t care if he decided to treat her like he treated the others, but she was a ride of her own, and was intent that he was to remember this day, be it a destroyed experience or not. And she would stake her claim with blood. There would be no doubt who he had spent significant moments of the day with when she was finished with him.
Her willing form twisted underneath him with the rhythm of his deep thrusts, responding to the thrilling currents rising within with each forceful push from her cousin. The Triarii’s jaws fully parted then, finding a dark shoulder to sink into, no modesty in the power behind her bite. Delicious, steaming blood flooded her mouth, ran down along her chin and jaw, giving the fur an extra blush, moist and warm. Next, violent, sharply pointed fingers raced along his muscular back, drawing abstract lines of bloody art wherever they went, wild like the woman that guided their piercing path. His blood belonged to her now, and she’d greedily drink it all while he fucked her senseless.
Moist exhales of building bliss rumbled against the man’s red weeping shoulder, and she let go of her flesh as she arched underneath him, milky teeth stained red with his taste. Paws drew red paws down to hook into the flesh by his hips, pushing him on. He couldn’t destroy her as he could Zana, though she wished it could have been different.
Your faith walks on broken glass
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