[M] I threw us into the flames

Ezekiel de le Poer · 07-18-2012, 02:20 AM

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In the ways of wild things, Ezekiel knew that the base drive to mate was to make children. He had assessed women before, in a detatched, calculating way and considered them to be options. Kastra, gruff and coarse, had been the only one he truly felt comfortable around. She had gone to Scintilla, now, and he did not see the path to the south as one for him to walk. He could not face them and lie, as he lied before, as he lied to his father, because his world was based on the Word and everything that was happening now was wrong.

His mind thought these things, but it burned under the heat of the dark horse, the tempter, the Fallen One. Ezekiel’s eyes rolled back in his head and his head twisted, one eye wide and the other screwed shut. He reached a hand up to the thick mass of fur along the lean, lanky body above him. Lucifer, he mouthed, smiling, manic. This was his final temptation; this was his last and most terrible trial.

The heat in his groin was nearly unbearable then, and Ezekiel was on the brink when he felt cool air rush to fill the warmth left by Sirius’ vacant hand. He felt nails at his sides and his legs tensed, but it was short-lived. Hot air rushed into his lungs and he breathed in all the black and all the wickedness pouring from Sirius’ mouth. He breathed in his marshland scent. Teeth closed around his throat, dominating, terrifying. He thought to his first fight and felt another hot rush of desire turn his mind to white, mindless desire.

One leg hooked around the dark coyote’s waist, pulling him, and Ezekiel pressed against the hard, damp pressure near the base of his tail. He twisted his head and closed his teeth around one large, torn ear, and tugged earnestly.

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