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:O He would be pissed if/when he found out that the soul was already taken
The flat, black orbs watched her, his lip twitching once. Once more he offered her that illusion of choice. He would have taken it even if she resisted—her body would have been made to yield to him. But it would be made to yield now regardless. Her body went limp beneath him, and yet, the pied wolf felt that submission was not complete. That body of sinew pressed up against her, his jaws lowering over her bared neck. The black nose pressed against the base of her neck at the junction of the shoulder; when he was done with her tonight, he’d mark with his claws so that she would know who she belonged to: a creature from the dark heavens, a mortal with the greatness of a god. The horned ears flickered as his claws found her wrists, holding them down as if he had chained her.
The brute moved into the female, thrusting into with unrestrained force. He would not be gentle. This was no longer about her. And he would gain what he wanted from this night. She would know that she would ultimately belong to him, and he would plant his seed within her so that she would bear the spawn of his loins. It would and could not be as the womb of his daughter could deliver, but his blood would overcome much that the wretched life forms of this place could not. He paused briefly after that first penetration, his hand moving along her form as if sampling the quality of some fine garment. His lip twitched. Those black eyes fell heavily upon her gaze as if he would consume her. She would know the darkness. His black, hollow soul would brush up against the soul harbored within her shell, that most intimate and dangerous touch that was like the touch of Death itself.