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He was all hers to have. Sitting on top of his submissive body she felt like a true Alpha Queen upon her throne, laying claim to her subject which happened to be her equal in rank. It was such an uncharacteristic quality of the usually modest and docile female that the change both excited and frightened her in the same instance. It frightened her that she truly enjoyed having her way with another this weak and helpless between her excitably quivering thighs, but it was a tantalizing feeling just the same. She moaned softly with tail lashing, repeatedly striking the leg of her prize as she laid siege to him. The fingers atop his wound pressed harder still, rewarding him with the same kind of pain he caused her as blood finely trickled from the both of them.
She hissed from not the physical, but an internal pain as the burn of need enveloped her insides and that dreadful heat left her breathless and agonized. She wanted…no, she needed it doused before his wounded body became a mess of bloodied scraps and torn flesh by her senseless, savage nature coming to surface. But he was broken… and worse still, not only hers. Against the primal mind wanting to forget this detail, she could not discard this fact regardless of how crazed her mind became. Regardless of how her body burned for him and how badly she wanted to cement that intimate bond between them.
A subdued rage caused her body to tremble as she raised her head from its comfortable recess, veiling the pair of them again in a shroud of red as the lengthy mass slipped freely from her shoulders. With care, she withdrew her abrasive hand from his side and let it trail down the length of his arm to take hold of his hand. “It is a shame…” she whispered seemingly without reason or cause… but the purpose for such words came to light as she carefully guided his hand to her raised and welcoming backside. With digits intertwined she guided his calloused pads across the slick entrance of what could have been his. Such a cruel torture given their love for each other and their apparent want to be… “…it really is.”Her lips formed into a bitter pout, nearly tremble as if she would burst crying at any moment. If she was to suffer this torture she would be damned if she did so alone.
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