08-29-2012, 01:32 AM
XDD
The growls, the snarls, the scent of blood. Anyone passing nearby would think it was a fight happening, and in a way it was. His hand was still fisted in her hair as she traced down his body, her claws pulling bits of fur. His body trembled, his hackles raised. His nostrils flared as he could smell her sweet honey calling to him, her body responding to his. If she wanted to be more feral, he could show her more feral. Her snarls were dark, acidic. His were unfettered, full of primal emotions that couldn't be tempered by his artistic nature. Later, he might come to regret this moment, might come to see it as something that it wasn't.
Right now, the hand that was fisted in her hair at the nape of her neck was pulling, demanding she go to the ground, even as his weight was bearing on her. He would push her down into the ground, he would cover her with his scent in the only way he knew to, he would drive his scent so deep into her body it wouldn't come out. He wanted to drive his turgid staff into her wet heat until she screamed from it, he wanted to drive himself so deeply into her that they were one again, that they were inseparable by time or distance, that they were one again.
He wanted most of all for her to admit that he was right, that she belonged to him forever. And in return, he would give her the same respect. He would belong to her forever.
The growls, the snarls, the scent of blood. Anyone passing nearby would think it was a fight happening, and in a way it was. His hand was still fisted in her hair as she traced down his body, her claws pulling bits of fur. His body trembled, his hackles raised. His nostrils flared as he could smell her sweet honey calling to him, her body responding to his. If she wanted to be more feral, he could show her more feral. Her snarls were dark, acidic. His were unfettered, full of primal emotions that couldn't be tempered by his artistic nature. Later, he might come to regret this moment, might come to see it as something that it wasn't.
Right now, the hand that was fisted in her hair at the nape of her neck was pulling, demanding she go to the ground, even as his weight was bearing on her. He would push her down into the ground, he would cover her with his scent in the only way he knew to, he would drive his scent so deep into her body it wouldn't come out. He wanted to drive his turgid staff into her wet heat until she screamed from it, he wanted to drive himself so deeply into her that they were one again, that they were inseparable by time or distance, that they were one again.
He wanted most of all for her to admit that he was right, that she belonged to him forever. And in return, he would give her the same respect. He would belong to her forever.