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“… nowhere you’d rather be…” the words fell from her maw in a whisper caught by the subtle curls of his fur before her melodious voice reached his ears. A whine about sounded in place of true words as she found his truth in contrast with how they currently resided. Her, tending to the two pups she had adopted as her own… and him, sharing a space with the female Thana and her kin. It did not look at all as if there was no other place than with her when it was plain for her needful eyes to see that he was bound elsewhere. By obligation, camaraderie, or dare she think it… love, he had found himself a place elsewhere that kept them, save for these treasured moments, at arm’s length. Fondly, she stroked the length of his neck as she slipped further into his damp fur. “You are a liar…” she accused, but hardly paid attention to her own words as she was lost again to his alluring scent.
But he was broken, he had confessed, earning a disappointed whine from her quivering maw. Broken meant there would be no challenge in him, no fire… Broken meant he would be the same as they had been during their bout in the Wentworth. With a lazy tilt of her head she watched as her paw was taken and placed against the welting wound. Gentle, was his instruction, while her mind instead screamed pain… dominance… and more of it. How could any male present himself like this; the once subdued voice of the feral mind slipped through, latching onto her taxed mind and ruling her actions from henceforth. And as she was pulled into him, her hackles raised and teeth were unsheathed in only a display of defiance but no action. Despite her show, she was quite compliant in following his direction. To better accommodate his seated form, she split her legs apart to encircle both thighs and waist while bracing a vacant paw against the wall behind him.
Still her taken paw remained pressed against the freshly reformed wound with eager digits digging into and feeling the swell beneath the fur and flesh. It was a kind of punishment, a little reminder he was sure to elicit pain from. “…you should not be broken like this…” Carefully she leaned into her companion to place the tip of her muzzle to his. The subtle tilt of her head encouraged the loose locks to flow freely around them, creating a veil that even the sight and sound of the weather outside was useless to penetrate. “…how am I to fix you…?”
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