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Her word had been cruel but was never the less true. He may not have been a liar at heart, but instinct and the present circumstance made him one, however unintentional. X’yrin wanted for them to share their home together and have that small family within their growing, grander one. She wanted to share the first light each day and know that her waking eyes would find him there awaiting her adorations… her love. There was no place she’d rather be than standing beside him. But his heart had been taken well before these thoughts of love at last came to the surface. And despite her wants or his feelings, it was not hers to have.
But her will was too strong to simply forfeit his heart when even a sliver of a chance remained. If she could not solely have his heart, then she could restate her claim over him and let it be known that he was hers… and only hers. Smiling, she pressed her digits firming into the welting wounds but swiftly recoiled by the touch he placed on her. An electric chill coursed the length of her spine, sending her tail into mad sweeps of lost control. But with what she managed to gather was made to lift the lush appendage by its base welcoming what further pleasures he could incite from the warm, wet flesh. She refrained from the mewls of desire reluctant to let his ears have their reward when he was still to be punished for his weakness.
A kind of pleasure was found in pain as she shared a fine gasp of delight as his claws sank beneath the fur and flesh of her thigh. Her prior disappointment ebbed away with every throb of pain and a smile adorned with glistening fangs and wicked, sweeping tongue took its place. Despite his damaged form… he could still be defiant; a desirable quality. One that added considerable fuel to this dangerous fire of passion threatening to ignite them both at any given moment. But if he could handle pain inflicted upon himself, then perhaps he could take a bit more. It seemed a legitimate, rational reason…. But then any thought that came to mind now would be seen as the correct course, however wrong or damaging it would be.
Against the desire to draw deeper into him and feel his warmth slip within her awaiting folds, the golden female withdrew just enough to return to her knees. The arm braced against the den wall slipped soundlessly to his shoulder, while the other pressed harder still into his wounds threatening to tear into the healing flesh and let his precious blood. And then she attacked, snapping her jaws around his muzzle to guide him down onto the pile of fur now strung in disarray. In a seamless motion, she took advantage of his weakened state and reclaimed his broken body between her legs by firmly grounding her hips into his to hold him still. It was with an affirming growl of her dominance that she released his muzzle and tenderly kissed both nose and lips. He should know better than to perform such displays against one that held more power…
“I will break you again…” she whispered, her tender maw then slipped to rest along the curve of his neck. “I will break you again… then reset the wound myself.”
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